A fan fiction crossover between Doctor Who and Yu-gi-oh, who would have thought. This is something I have wanted to write for so very very long but could never figure out quite the right way of doing it. This is set before 'A good man goes to war'. It's kind of weird when you consider that it's a plastic Amy but I think I can worm that in somewhere as a nice little plot device.
(I do not own Doctor Who or Yu-gi-oh)
Amy Pond and Rory Williams stared at the Doctor with Dumbstruck faces and stretched out jaws. Gone were the Tweed Jacket, the breeches and yes, even the bowtie. In there place the Doctor wore a simple White Tunic and sash, and some sort of quilt. Amy raised an eyebrow before asking exactly what was on both of the pair's mind.
"Where are we going?"
The Doctor gave her a huge grin that he always saved for when he was about to take them somewhere exciting. So it was the same grin he usually wore.
"We are going to ancient Egypt," he said, holding his arms out wide before pausing and waiting for Amy's none existent reaction.
"To see Cleopatra?" asked Rory almost hopefully when Amy didn't speak.
The Doctor fixed them both with a look of disdain.
"No Rory not to see Cleopatra. We are going there to find out as much as we can about the nameless Pharaoh, a Pharaoh almost no one knows anything about. Hence he's a nameless Pharaoh"
He held out his arms again after saying all of this at a fast past as if he could barely contain his excitement.
"Tutankhamen?" asked Amy.
The Doctor's scowl was back.
"No, not Tutankhamen, what would I want to go and see Tutankhamen for? I already know his name and he doesn't like me very much either. You know he threw me in a dungeon. No I mean the real nameless Pharaoh."
"And what's so exciting about this Pharaoh?" asked Amy. "I mean I studied a bit on Egypt and I've never heard of a nameless pharaoh."
"Well that's because he only ruled for a short time. A very short time. Like two or three days."
"Is that why no one can remember his name then?" asked Amy. "He only ruled for two days so he's not really worth remembering?"
"Nooo, he is every bit worth remembering," said the Doctor with a scowl as if what she'd just said had been the epitome of stupidity , as he flicked controls on the Tardis console and in a considerably worse mood. "His rule was in an era of justice with no corruption of the royal line. A rare period of peace in Egypt. A Pharaoh willing to die for his people and country in both principle and reality. You know what; just find out when we get there. We are watching his reign from start to finish."
And with that he gave a quick flip of a lever and the whirring noise that indicated the Tardis was materialising began as the Doctor laughed out loud.
"Now you two go put on some different clothes, it is scorching out there. And I mean scorching."
The two did as he said as he shoed them away, and were back in front of him within minutes. Rory wearing similar clothes to the Doctor's and Amy wearing a very light blue dress.
"And now, a mystery waits," said the Doctor, flinging the Tardis doors wide and striding out.
And nearly striding straight into the waiting spear.
Amy and Rory followed him out, to find that the Tardis had been surrounded by a dozen guards. The Tardis doors closed shut behind them and the Doctor held his hands up in surrender.
…
The three of them were marched by the guards into the palace hall. The Tardis had materialised in the palace garden, and the guards had immediately become aware of the strange sound. They were marched past dancers and musicians and many others through a great set of oak doors. 'They must have been holding a party,' thought Amy. Inside of this new giant room stood six figures, in two rows of three standing either side of a giant throne. The room was huge with the ceiling held up many metres above their head, supported by a dozen pillars going down the room. The room was kept alight with many candles attached to the walls. Next to the throne stood a small man whose robes covered his entire body and face. How ever Amy's attention was captivated completely by the young man who sat in the throne before them. His hair was… impossible. She had travelled through time and space, witnessed the illogical and achieved the improbable but no matter how she looked at it that hair just couldn't exist without a country's worth of gel and hair dye. It stood and flew to the sides in spikey waves of black and magenta, whilst blond locks curled around his tanned face. He fixed her with a gaze so strong and penetrating that she felt he was looking into her soul itself, and she could see her self reflected in his violet eyes. She stood simply with her mouth gaped open until a guard shoved her hard in the back.
"Bow before your king you scum."
She was forced to bow before the impossible man who sat in the throne along with the Doctor and Rory, in a rather undignified fashion, and she winced slightly as she heard something tear.
A man dressed in blue and gold robes and wearing a large blue hat separated himself from the other figures to stand before them.
"Who are you," he scowled, fixing them with a glare that could make a Dalek shiver.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor," responded the Doctor, completely ignoring the glare and giving the man a floppy smile. "We were just passing through, got a bit lost to be honest. Then we were found by these fine gentlemen who brought us here to ask for directions, am I right," said the Doctor to the Guards behind him, who scowled and gave his jaw a quick thump with his spear, forcing him to face the man in blue again.
"Guards, who is the idiot," scowled the man, turning his attention to them.
One of the guards placed his left foot forward before giving a small bow and speaking.
"Trespassers sir. We don't know where it came from but we found them hiding in a blue box in the royal garden sir."
"Ah, yes," quipped in the Doctor, recovering quickly from the hurt face he'd been making having been called an idiot, "That would be my personal chariot. Like I said, got lost. We really should be getting back."
"It didn't look like a chariot," said the guard. "It had no wheels nor reigns nor horse."
"Well Cleo liked it," muttered the Doctor.
"We don't have time for this," shouted the man in blue. "For now, throw them in the dungeon. We will have a proper interrogation later."
"Wait a minute," said Amy, finding her voice and feeling her temper flare, as well as feeling very angry at having been forced to kneel and ruin her dress.
"Hey wait a minute. You can't just throw us in a dungeon without a trial. Where's the justice in that."
She noticed the man with impossible hair who she presumed to be the Pharaoh perk up a little at her words and decided to keep going.
"The Doctor said that this kingdom is ruled without corruption, that the people are the first priority. But as soon as this becomes a bother, you throw them in a dungeon so you can deal with them later?"
"I'd hate to see what they do to door salesmen," whispered Rory.
"Door salesmen?" said one of the other five men. He had somehow managed to hear Rory from quite a distance. He wore white robs like the everyone other than the man in blue. His head was hooded with a gold crown like piece fixing it in place, and from his neck hung a golden ring with five spikes hanging from it and a pyramid in the middle. Amy looked round and noticed that all of the people in the room, with the exception of the robed man who stood next to the Pharaoh, and another who was completely hidden by his robes save for a long white beard that descended from somewhere under his hood, had similar objects. The man with the gold ring turned towards the man on the throne. "My king, they may have a point. I think we should listen to their story first. The red headed girl at least. Unlike her two male companions she at least seems to have some recognition of reality."
"Did he just imply we're insane," Rory asked.
"Silence Mahad," screamed the blue robed man, pointing a short golden rod with a round bat winged head at him. "Although it's true that our first priority is the people, look at these rogue's skin. They are naught but white, completely void of Ra's rays. They are obviously not our people. And also Mahad, if I remember correctly Palace security was your responsibility. So perhaps you would like to explain how these interlopers managed to get so far into the palace, in a blue box of all things, completely unnoticed."
Mahad was about to protest but was interrupted by the man standing next to the throne.
"Priest Seto, enough!" shouted the robed man who stood behind the Pharaoh. 'Most likely the Pharaoh's adviser', thought Amy.
Seto gave a grunt but gave a slight bow.
"My apologies master Shimon."
"My lords," said one of the Guards, stepping forward, left foot first and bowing. "If I may, one of the guards who were first made aware of the box claims it to be a gift from the gods, and that it appeared from nowhere."
Seto considered the guard for a moment before nodding. "Show me."
The guard bowed before turning to leave the room. Seto went to follow him but stopped before The Doctor, Amy and Rory. He turned to the other five stood behind him.
"I will leave it to you to decide what to do with these intruders."
He turned his back on them, making a big show of flicking his white and blue cape around him in a dramatic fashion before exiting the chamber. They all waited before for Seto's echoing foot steps to diminish before speaking again.
"This is a most pressing matter," said a bald tattooed man, who held what looked like a strange key. "We would not wish to offend messengers of the gods."
"So you believe that they are messengers then," asked another man, whose chest was bare save for a single sash which was hung around his shoulders. He held golden scales in his hands.
"Not necessarily," replied the bald man. "However there is always a chance is there not."
"Excuse me," said Amy, annoyed over the two men debating what to do with them. "But who are you people."
The Doctor suddenly sagged, startling both Amy and Rory.
"Such ignorance," snarled the man with the scales. "Messenger's of the gods would most definitely have knowledge of our names."
A woman stepped out from the group, shushing the raging man. She stepped further towards them breaking off from the group. The woman was thin and beneath her white hood Amy noticed quite beautiful. She wore robes of white and gold and wore a golden necklace that resembled the other items held by the other robed figures in the room.
"Seto said it him self did he not. They are obviously foreigners who are still new to our kingdom. They cannot be as ignorant as you believe however for they seem to have grasped our language quite well."
Her voice was soft and she smiled softly at them. She placed a hand over her chest as she began to talk again.
"My name is Isis. We are the priests of the Pharaohs high court. We help with the governing of this country."
Amy was startled by the sudden display of kindness by the woman. 'Perhaps they're not all jerks' she thought.
"Hello Isis, I'm the Doctor," Declared the Doctor. "And this is Amy and her husband Rory." He nodded to each of them in turn. "We're travellers. We have no ill intentions I swear it."
"Is that so," she said, dazzling the three with her warm smile.
"I swear on the life of my bowtie."
"Your what?"
"Uh, never mind."
Isis gave a passive shrug and turned to stare at the man with the beard. He in turn moved to face them, revealing his face under the hood as he did so. Amy had to try quite hard to hide her revulsion at the realisation that instead of a left eye, there was a golden orb with some kind of insignia on it.
"I sense no lies in his words."
The man didn't bother to introduce himself to them.
"Well of course you don't," stated the Doctor as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "For that we'd have to be lying wouldn't we?"
The man's face suddenly looked irritated.
"Regardless, it could be that I am wrong. For now I recommend at least that they are placed under watch."
Amy noticed a movement behind the priests. Master Shimon, as Seto had called him, was whispering quietly in the Pharaohs ear. The Pharaoh gave a nod before turning to face the group before speaking.
"Give them a room in the western wing of the palace. Assign guards to the room on rotation."
The Pharaoh's voice was strong and smooth, empowered with the confidence of a king. He gazed down at them with piercing violet eyes.
"Pharaoh I must object! We still know nothing of them. It is too dangerous to allow them to remain in the castle and regardless of circumstances intruding on palace grounds is a crime. At the very least-,"
"Karim, that is enough," bellowed the Pharaoh.
Karim, staggered a bit, looking shocked at the Pharaoh's out burst, but quickly regained himself.
"Yes my King. Forgive me; it was not my place to question your judgement."
Despite yelling, Amy noted the Pharaoh held a small smile on his face and was not angry at all with the priest Karim.
"We have more pressing issues to deal with at this moment. We shall resolve this later," he told the priest. The Pharaoh then nodded at Shimon who turned to face them.
"Guards, escort them to their quarters," ordered Shimon. "So let it be written, so let it be done."
….
Isis had come with the guards to escort them to their room, though their hands were still shackled. She had begun to engage Amy in conversation. She seemed to have taken a liking to her.
"So, what was that blue jerks problem," asked Amy, after a short time. Some of the guards gasped but Isis merely giggled.
"I will allow that to slide," she said smiling. "He has no problem per say, but he is exceptional among us priests. He obtained his position purely though dedication and hard work with no help from anyone else and with no prior prestige to speak of either. He is a commoner by birth who has no doubt had his share of hardships and has struggled and persevered to get to where he is today. Perhaps because of this he is a bit too serious all the time, and maybe a little grouchy. But none is more devoted to the Pharaoh than he. He is a good person, despite his attitude."
"Uh huh," nodded Amy, understanding somewhat what she meant. "And what about you? Was it difficult for a woman to obtain priest hood?"
"Oh yes," nodded Isis, "Woman are in general seen as inferior to men, but our last few pharaoh's have been more open minded to the idea that we are worth more than just bearing their children, and that some of us have drives and ambitions of our own." She looked at Amy and gave her a deep stare. "It is the same for you is it not. Mr Doctor claimed that man there to be your husband, yet you clearly showed to have more gusto in you than he."
"Hey," said Rory, but Amy told him to shut up, and he did, muttering under his breath.
"I rest my case," said Isis, giggling once more. "Ah, here we are."
They stopped in front of a set of giant oak doors. Isis opened them quickly and showed them inside. There were no windows but rather a balcony behind a doorway. In the middle of the room against a wall was a giant king size bed. And over the other side of the room was a simple dresser table. There was also a large rug. Isis nodded to the Guards who undid their shackles.
"Now please understand that you will be under constant watch. Especially since it's the Pharaohs' official ceremony tomorrow. There is only one bed, and as I think the married couple should take it. I'm afraid that means you shall have to take the floor Mr Doctor. I shall have some extra pillows and blankets brought up for you."
"Oh, that's fine," said the Doctor giving her a big grin. "Prefer it actually. And can you drop the Mr please. It's just 'Doctor'."
Isis nodded and turned to leave, but she stopped and turned to face them once more.
"You know you three are quite interesting. Lost or not, we never detected you and I most certainly did not foresee your arrival. Even if you are not messengers of the god's your presence here is quite …curious. Do not be surprised if the other priests approach you."
With that she turned and walked through the door, closing it gently behind her.
"So," said the Doctor, clapping his hands. "What do you think? Ancient Egypt! A Pharaoh whose hair defies all logic and reasoning. Isn't this place brilliant!"
"I thought we were going to die," said Rory frowning. "And that Isis woman thinks I'm a coward."
"More like your whipped," said Amy smirking. "I like it here. Sure some of the priests are jerks, but not all of them."
The Doctor nodded vigorously. "The only problem is that we are once again locked inside of a room. Well it's better than a dungeon I suppose but we're still locked in. And I really don't want to risk upsetting them by breaking out. That might be a bit dangerous."
"Doctor," said Rory, a rather curious voice in his tone. "Why did the Pharaoh only rule for a short time?"
The Doctor shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe he got bored and went for a really long stroll. But it's important. So probably not a stroll. Whatever happens puts the wheels of history in motion. There are so many things that will be happening for the next few thousand years that can be traced back to right here and now."
"I thought that all of the Pharaoh's were inbred and ugly looking," said Amy, snapping the Doctor out of his rant. "But that one was, well he was hot you know. Sure his hair was weird but other than that…"
The Doctor nodded. "The previous Pharaoh Aknamkanon and his ancestor's all fell in love ad married outside their own bloodline. Well they still married nobles, who were more like distant cousins but not immediate relatives. At this current moment in time marrying within the family is outdated, though it will become popular again in a few hundred years."
The Doctor, Amy and Rory continued to talk about the Pharaoh and his priests for at least an hour all sitting cross legged on the bed. They were interrupted by a loud and violet knocking on the door.
"Hello, is anyone in there?" The voice sounded like it belonged to a young girl.
The Doctor immediately sprang to his feet, hurrying to the door and swinging it open.
Indeed a young girl with brown hair stood there in front of them. She wore a white dress and had sweeping brown hair. In her arms were a bundle of blankets and pillows. The Doctor gave a huge smile which seemed to unnerve her a bit. But after a second she seemed to get over the strange pale man in front of her and returned the smile. She squeezed past him and dumped the bundle on the bed. After that she spun round and bowed to the three of them.
"Hello, my name is Mana," she said, smiling up at them. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Mana had a white sleeveless top and skirt, with a white cloth piece that wrapped around her head, with Brown hair that jutted downwards in several spikes. She was also carrying what looked like a wand with a swirly head piece.
"Is that a wand?" asked Amy, pointing to it, her curiosity aroused.
The girl visibly brightened at Amy's words.
"Yes, I'm a magician. Well a magician in training but I'm still pretty good you know."
She gave Amy a wink and she laughed.
"So, you can do Magic then."
Mana nodded.
"Can you show us? I'm Amy by the way."
"Oh and I'm Rory," said Rory nodding to her. "Hi," he said somewhat awkwardly.
"And I am the Doctor," announced the Doctor loudly.
"Doctor who," asked Mana, tilting her head at him.
"Just the Doctor."
"So your not a Doctor it's just your name is Doctor."
"Well, both actually. My name is Doctor and I am a Doctor. Or more accurately the Doctor." He beamed at her happily.
"That's… ironic. But yes I can show you," she said giving them a big smile. She quickly began looking around for something to charm. Eventually she set her eyes on a flower pot.
"That, I'll float the water out."
She muttered something under her breath and then pointed her wand at the pot and shouted "Haaaa!"
At first nothing happened. But then, slowly, water began to rise from the pot from the dirt inside. It continued to rise lifting into the air."
Amy was laughing, amazed with the simple magic Mana was performing and clapping her hands, causing Mana to smile.
"Doctor, look she's doing magic. Real life magic!"
"That's not magic, it's science," said the Doctor matter of factly. "The correct correlation of words and the correct discrepancies in the air created through a lapse in the distortional boundaries present in the magnetic waves given of by the earth, combined with a sufficient catalyst give wake to a seizmostic field which creates –,"
But he was cut short from his one hundred mile an hour rant when a large pool of water suddenly splashed down onto his head, soaking his hair and face.
"Oops," said Mana, looking genuinely apologetic. "I lost my focus for a second and it dropped."
"That's okay," said Amy, giving the girl a smile. "You've probably just saved us from having to listen to something really complicated that none of us would have understood anyway." She gave Mana a wink causing her to giggle.
Mana stepped over to the door, before turning and bowing to them.
"Umm, I have to go, Master Mahad will be wondering where I am. He might think you've hurt me. Sorry Doctor, I'll ask the guards to fetch you a towel when I go out." She gave them a last wave and left the room, the door creaking shut behind her.
"So, when you hear about these age old sorcerers and wizards who work for the king, not only are they real, but they might even be little girls?" asked Amy, raising an eyebrow to the sodden Doctor.
"Sometimes," he said gruffly. "And other times they're just tricksters or pranksters. Other times they're aliens. There was a sontaran once who landed on earth who was thought to be some kind of magician by the locals. He gave them more advanced weaponry in return for their help fixing his ship."
Amy nodded, getting the gist of what the Doctor was saying. "But they exist here though. Actual proper magicians?"
The Doctor frowned. "Well yes but, that magic she did should be impossible in most circumstances. The seizmostic field can only be created if a suitable catalyst is used, but I'm not talking about that wand, that's just a medium to help her focus. There's something in the air that's allowing them to combine the magnetic waves with their own kind of well, magic stuff. There is something special about Egypt in particular. And whatever is so special is also powerful. Powerful enough to cause a big change in the structure of dimensional gravity itself-"
"Dimensional gravity," asked Amy, actually having tried to listen and understand the Doctors ranting's. "Is that different to regular gravity?"
"Very different," nodded the Doctor. "Although it works with the same principle. Imagine a space. A void space that contains all the different dimensions of space. All the parallel worlds, all the fractures and snippets of time, all the different plains and realms. Then add a few floating Daleks and Cybermen. These Dimensions each have their own gravity, allowing them to pull and push each other, meaning they orbit each other, kind of like how the moon orbits the earth. Well something here has caused a slight variation in this dimensions gravity, allowing it to pull in another dimension that's now starting to meld with this one. But since they are different dimensions, they exist on different plains of reality. Dimensions can't crash into each other but they can cause very large and often dangerous side effects."
"Well how bad can it be?" asked Rory, not understanding the doctors speech in the slightest. "I mean, it doesn't seem to have caused many problems so far?"
"Well the last time it happened, the fabrics of reality began to crumble, and there was a full blown invasion of earth by the Cybermen and the Daleks," said the Doctor. "But that was different. That time a whole parallel world was smashing through the walls of time and space. This time that wall wasn't an obstacle, which means that we're dealing with a merger of a dimension that isn't tangible. So it's most likely a realm we're dealing with. In which case things can either go slightly badly or very badly."
"What about in between?" asked Amy. "You know, just badly."
"Umm, no. No in between." Said the Doctor, shaking his head. "And how badly this goes is also going to rely a lot on which realm has been brought into conflict with earth. But a bigger question right now is, how?"
….
"What are the prisoners doing," barked priest Seto, glaring down at the quivering guard.
"Guests," corrected Isis calmly, standing behind Seto.
Most of the guardian priests had left the royal court, leaving only Isis, Seto and Akunadin
Seto growled in his throat, an intimidating noise which didn't do much to hide his fowl mood.
"Until it has been decided they are no threat we do not have the luxury of lowering our guard. I still think it was a mistake to allow them a room. They should have immediately been thrown in the dungeons." He turned to glare at the guard once more. "Well, spit it out man"
"Yes… sir. They have been… talking sir. Saying strange things sir. Something about colliding dimensions and floating Daleks… sir. They seem to be discussing the origin and workings of magic sir."
The guard lowered his head meekly in front of the angry priest.
"Priest Seto," called the pharaoh, causing the priest to spin round to face his king. "What of this, Blue Chariot?"
Seto glared darkly. "The guards were correct your highness. It is no chariot. It is a simple small wooden box. And yet remarkably, we have been unable to get in or unlock it. We have the most talented lock smiths working on the lock, and Magicians working to open it with their own magic, yet so far we've had little luck. Your highness, I have no doubt one of the prisoners holds the key to this blue box. Once we have opened it I have no doubt we will be able to better see their real objective here. I request permission to search the prisoners for this Key."
The Pharaoh considered Seto for a moment, before nodding his head. "Tomorrow, we shall ask this Doctor to open his blue box. Should he refuse then we shall have real reason to be suspicious. Until then, we shall allow them to stay in their room."
Isis had a satisfied look on her face where as Seto frowned. But none the less he bowed his head. "As you wish my Pharaoh."
….
Several miles outside the palace, several figures mounted atop horses stood together, seeming to mingle with the night sky. All but the leader were clad in black, with the leader instead wearing a long red robe that covered his arms and torso. He wore a white cloth around his head, concealing most of his hair except for spikes of white that protruded from underneath. His horse stood directly in the light of the moon, his eyes seeming to glow a dark red and the smile that graced his lips seemed feral and beast like. The man stared down at the Pharaohs palace from atop the sandy hill.
"Soon Pharaoh. Soon I will have my revenge. Tomorrow, your coronation will not go as planned, I assure you. But for now, I shall go and pick you out a nice present, in honour of his majesty's ascension to the thrown."
The man gave a bark of laughter that resonated throughout the kingdom. None slept soundly that night. Least of all a certain red headed Scottish girl, who began to shiver in her sleep.
….
Two eyes eased open. The Doctor was not a heavy sleeper. In fact he was not much of a sleeper at all. He could hear heavy breathing. Even with the window open at night, Egypt's weather was a blisteringly hot all the time. So why was Amy shivering. The Doctor turned his head to face the ceiling, his half lidded eyes seemly miles away. He noticed that despite the sweat that was running down his temple, he too was cold. The wind seemed to breeze in through the window and gently play with his hair. He could hear laughter. Carried by the wind was laughter of the kind the Doctor had never heard. It was the kind that made you feel like real laughter was a concept that you couldn't understand anymore, because even though someone was laughing it felt as if every reason to laugh or even smile had vanished. It was the kind of laughter that let you know nothing was going to be okay, that everything was going to end badly. Like a Hyena laughing at its prey, but with the sheer delight of killing rather than having a meal. But if a Hyena could laugh like that then the Doctor would not be worried. The laughter was quiet, completely inaudible to human ears. The Doctor closed his eyes, noticing with annoyance that his hand had started shaking. His bones were aching and his hearts were pounding, as if a Time Lord's sixth sense was screaming something out to him. Screaming out so many things to him. Was it to be afraid? No, he was afraid. Afraid of simple laughter on the wind? No, not that. Not the laughter, but the source of it. The source of whatever could produce that laughter. The Doctor's eyes seemed to flicker as his body started shaking.
"Something is coming."
Well this is a little something I've been working on. There was plenty of foreshadowing in this chapter to keep the minds of you imaginative readers going. Next chapter everyone's favourite thief storms the castle. The bit about a sontaran landing on earth and giving better weapons to the locals was a real episode way back in the era of the third Doctor. It's also the first episode Sarah Jane Smith ever appeared in. Oh, and of course keeping in the true spirit of Doctor who, a preview of the two Chapters.
Stars stretched out for miles around him, and burning spheres were visible. From each sphere chains seemed to drop down, all heading for the same place, far, far below him. Doors swirled and floated, some open some closed but all out of his reach. He seemed to be standing on nothing yet he could clearly feel the pressure in his feet.
"Hello, fancy meeting you here."
Shada swirled round, his cloak billowing at his heels. There facing him was the Doctor. Only he was wearing different clothes. A brown jacket of sorts and a ribbon around his neck.
"I would recommend you leave here, and quickly," said the Doctor. The smile he was usually wearing was gone, and in its place stood a frown, verging on the edge of becoming anger. "My soul is not something you should be trifling with. Under any circumstances."
Shada shook his head. "Not yet Doctor. I came here to see your soul and your intentions for invading our palace. I will leave only when I am certain that you have no plans to harm my Pharaoh."
The Doctor tilted his head to look at the man. I can understand that, but all the same that won't work. You see this isn't my soul. This is my mind. My soul is down there."
The Doctor pointed down with his index finger. Shada followed it and for the first time he saw what those chains were leading to. Far below them a sphere that burned brighter than any other. Shada found that he couldn't look at it, and found himself shielding his eyes again. The sphere was ablaze with so many colours it hurt his eyes just looking at it."
….
Bakura grimaced as the beast crunched down with its teeth and a faint trickle of blood ran down from under his sleeve. Diabound's tail whipped round to strike at the dragon. But with speed despite its size the dragons arm lashed out and grabbed a hold of the serpent tail, before slamming Diabound to the ground and earning a grunt from Bakura.
"Crush him flat," shouted Seto and the Dragon launched itself into the air and came tumbling back down to the ground with the added force of gravity, resulting in flying rocks and a cloud of dust.
"It's over," cried Seto Triumphantly.
"Are you sure of that," countered Bakura.
The dragon gave a Roar through the dust, and as it cleared the priests and the Doctor noticed a certain demonic god was not there.
…
"Freedom. You know nothing. You who has been raised here in the gentle embrace of his mother. Spoiled by your father and these priests. Don't make me laugh. You know nothing of freedom or peace. You know nothing of anything outside these walls. Death and disease runs rampant. Slaves are still kept, thieves make home in your towns and bandits pillage your villages. And the items are no different. The items respond to evil. They will drag out the evil in your heart and stamp out the light, dragging you into a world of Shadow. You royals and you nobles love to preach about your justice. The right to punish those you fear, and the right to murder them and call it execution. Tell me is that truly justice. No one can truly draw the line, only those items can tell. But what if justice lies not with the good but with the evil. Because I may be evil pharaoh, but let me say that to me, what I do is true justice. You priests talk about avenging your former Pharaoh. Well I claim the same. I shall avenge my family in the name of justice!"