The Duel Monster Wars
Author's Notes: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! I do, however, own all non-franchised characters and the ideas of all the cards I made up for this series. As good as you might find some of them, I ask that you not take these ideas without my permission…I worked hard to make some of these cards…
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The legend
states…
The seven Millennium Items were created by the gods to
contain the evils of the world. Those items were found and are now
under the control of mortal beings.
However, what those mortals don't know is that wayward spirits tend to…attach themselves to the Millennium Items.
One such mortal figured out the way to use this fact to his advantage, and sealed the souls of the ancient into the Millennium Items. However, there was a problem. Not only did the souls reject certain Millennium Items, but there were 10 such souls, not enough to fit into the seven Millennium Items. The ancients decided to create items which housed these souls, and called them Shadow Items. The Shadow Items, though not as powerful as some of the Millennium Items, all possessed wisdom and information beyond the comprehension of any of the wisest of mortal humans, for the souls have seen all that has occurred in the 5,000 years that have passed.
This is the story of one of the mortals who came into possession of a Shadow Item. A man pure in heart, living up to the legacy of his family, one dedicated to the study of the Shadow Games…
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"Sir…I'm sorry."
He stood there as if it was his fault that it had happened. "Don't blame yourself." I said, sighing. "I just feel bad for being unable to stop him. Now, if you don't mind…" I took out my deck, fiddling around with it. "I have to figure out a way to get revenge."
"Well, why not challenge him to a duel? I'm sure he'll be able to explain why he put your father in the state he's in." He asked it in a way that belittled me.
"You don't need to state the obvious…" I retorted. "I will find him…and I'll make him pay…"
"Yes, sir. Would you like us to locate him for you, or—"
"No." I cut him off; he'd been treating me like a child in this conversation for long enough. "I would much prefer the prospect of finding him myself."
"As you wish, sir." he said, bowing in respect. He then gulped, adding a reprieving "Good…luck…"
Ignoring his wish, I collected my deck, and headed over to the card factory.
"I'm positive these cards will guide me to victory…" I said to myself. I made a print order for all of my new cards, and as they finished, I took them, readjusted my deck, and then left.
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Will the mystery duelist with a passion for (so far) unexplained revenge be able to incur his wrath upon the one he's looking for?
What is the duelist's motives?
Who is his father, and what happened to him?
Find out, in the next chapter!