Evil Gerbil D: I don't believe that I'm doing this.
Sera: Relax. You'll be great!
Evil Gerbil D: Gulp. O-okay.
Sera: Just don't forget to breath.
Evil Gerbil D: Ack! To late!
(Falls onto the floor)
Sera: sigh Just so that you know, Evil Gerbil D is incredibly nervous about doing a serious fic. And she does NOT own Yu-gi-oh!!! NOT NOT NOT NOT!!!!! Got that?
Ok, here it goes.
Slipping into the darkness- Kuru Eruna
You know that moment, that precious little moment, before something finally clicks in your brain? The small, seemingly inconspicuous moment before your life changes forever. You know that feeling don't you? Of course you don't. How could you? You don't know that feeling until you have felt it in real life.
I'm not quite sure where I'm going, or WHAT I'm running from, for that matter, but I don't need to know. The screams coming from the village are reason enough. Instinct kicks in, and I run. I run and run and run and run, until suddenly, I stop. A sickening sensation creeps over me as I realize that my friends and family are in there. As a matter of fact, everyone I have ever known lives in that village. That same village that's burning down. I swallowed my fear and turn around and head back to the town. For some reason, the town seems dead.
The smell of fire and smoke fill my nose, as well as a smell that I can't identify. I creep closer, but then I hear a voice, "Well?" a man was asking. "It is ready sir." someone else said. The two began walking toward the temple. I followed. As I entered the temple, the smell grew stronger, and more repugnant with every step that I took. As I turned the corner I saw why. It took all of the willpower that I had left to not scream out.
Bodies where piled up in a corner of the room. Arms dangled loosely from the sides of it. Faces where charred with ash and blood. W-who are these people? What has happened? How many souls where lost? I searched franticly for a familiar face. Who had died? Was it anyone that I knew? I felt my stomach do a back flip when I finally recognized someone on the pile. It was my mother. Her normally white dress had an unnatural tinge of scarlet in it. Matted hair covered one side of her face. On the other side, there was a long scar across her cheek, still seeping with blood. There were pale eyes that would never again open, and lips that would never again smile. But why? She has done nothing to harm them, so why?
I was filled with terror as I watched soldiers pile more bodies on, people that I knew, friends and neighbors, kind people, people that wouldn't even kill a fly. They tossed their bodies carelessly, like a merchant would pile bags of wheat. Don't you care? How can you not care? How many more have lost there lives? How can you carelessly toss there bodies aside? How could you kill them in the first place? How? I was to shocked to make a sound. When the soldiers finally stopped, a priest begins reciting a strange chant. What are they doing? What is happening? I thought over and over again. The words seemed to get louder and louder as I saw the room get darker by the second. Soon, all that I could see was the blackness, and the priest standing out in the middle of it all, not even concerned about the evil aura that surrounded him. And that horrible pile of bodies, lying in the corner, blood oozing out the sides, slowly dripping onto the floor. It didn't occur to me to ask how I was seeing them in the pitch-black room. It didn't even occur to me as to ask how the room got that dark in the first place. All that I was concentrating on was the bodies, and the priest, and his strange words, getting louder and louder and louder.
This is a sacrifice! The thought echoed over and over again in my head.
A low rumbling was heard. It echoed off the stone walls and pounded in my ears. Once again I was filled with the instinct to run, but somehow I held it back. I knew that the offering had been accepted. Then something terrible happened.
Blue flames burst up upon the pile of bodies. The screams of a hundred souls in anguish filled the air as the flames got higher. I screamed too, but no one heard me. Every ones attention was on the dreaded burning pile of bodies, as it slowly changed into a stone tablet, and seven glittering items inside it. That was all that was left of the entire towns population. But the priest was speaking again. "The sennen items have been created. We shall use them to bring justice to this world!" He said with a hint of pride in his voice. I would of laughed if I wasn't so outraged. Justice? How could what I had just seen be justice? How could someone simply murder an entire town of innocents, without remorse, and then claim that it was all for justice? But he wasn't finished, not yet. "The Pharaoh will be pleased. How should we celebrate? Does anyone have wine?" He said, clearly pleased with himself. "But first..." he paused "We must find the sennen item's owners. How do we do it?" he asked a servant near him.
How can they be so heartless? An entire village has been destroyed, and they casually ask for wine, as if this happens every day? And these "sennen items" that where created from the bodies, they speak of their owners, as if they where just something to just give away to a person passing by in the street. And there was no doubt in my mind that the priest would get one, as would the Pharaoh that he worked for.
Suddenly, I was filled with rage.
What right do they have to own them? What did they ever do to earn the sennen items, the only thing remaining on this earth of my parents, and my neighbors? The only thing left of everything that I have ever known. What did they do to earn them? Well, of course, they went to the IMMENSE TROUBLE of ordering and commanding the destruction of an entire village. Surely THAT was reason enough to lay claim to the items.
I suddenly couldn't think any more; my mind had become a total blank. I knew that I had to move, had to get out of this terrible place, but for some reason I couldn't get my legs to move. I didn't want to ever see this blood soaked place, or that priest ever again. But yet I found my eyes fixated on him as if they where glued. He was talking again, but for some reason, I couldn't hear his words. What in the name of Ra is wrong with me? Why can't I get my mind to WORK? Wha-
I was startled out of my thoughts when I saw the priest reach into the stone tablet and grab one of the items. It looked like a slightly enlarged golden eye. Then he started screaming.
"I ACCEPT THE TERMS OF THE SENNEN EYE! GRANT ME POWER!"
Then he started laughing hysterically, untill he plunged the sennen eye strait into one of his own eyes.
It happened so quickly that I didn't have time to think. One second, he was laughing like a mad man, and the next, he was suddenly deathly quiet. One look at his eye and I could see why. In the place where it had been resided the sennen eye. Blood dribbled down from the socket, and the other eye began to twitch uncontrollably. His breath came in short, blood-curdling wheezes. And for a second I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Then he started to laugh again. It started as a low chuckle, but grew back to insane laughter in a matter of seconds. Still laughing, he took a hand and wiped the blood off his cheek. What he did then was rather disturbing. He licked the blood off of his fingertips and whispered something inaudible. But even though I couldn't hear what he said, I could somehow understand the meaning of his words.
I shall make a wish on this sennen eye. Perhaps its magic will grant it. I wish... I wish that my son would become Pharaoh.
And somehow, I knew that the current Pharaoh wouldn't sit to well with that.
Ok, what did you think? You can tell me by reviewing!
Sera: Relax. You'll be great!
Evil Gerbil D: Gulp. O-okay.
Sera: Just don't forget to breath.
Evil Gerbil D: Ack! To late!
(Falls onto the floor)
Sera: sigh Just so that you know, Evil Gerbil D is incredibly nervous about doing a serious fic. And she does NOT own Yu-gi-oh!!! NOT NOT NOT NOT!!!!! Got that?
Ok, here it goes.
Slipping into the darkness- Kuru Eruna
You know that moment, that precious little moment, before something finally clicks in your brain? The small, seemingly inconspicuous moment before your life changes forever. You know that feeling don't you? Of course you don't. How could you? You don't know that feeling until you have felt it in real life.
I'm not quite sure where I'm going, or WHAT I'm running from, for that matter, but I don't need to know. The screams coming from the village are reason enough. Instinct kicks in, and I run. I run and run and run and run, until suddenly, I stop. A sickening sensation creeps over me as I realize that my friends and family are in there. As a matter of fact, everyone I have ever known lives in that village. That same village that's burning down. I swallowed my fear and turn around and head back to the town. For some reason, the town seems dead.
The smell of fire and smoke fill my nose, as well as a smell that I can't identify. I creep closer, but then I hear a voice, "Well?" a man was asking. "It is ready sir." someone else said. The two began walking toward the temple. I followed. As I entered the temple, the smell grew stronger, and more repugnant with every step that I took. As I turned the corner I saw why. It took all of the willpower that I had left to not scream out.
Bodies where piled up in a corner of the room. Arms dangled loosely from the sides of it. Faces where charred with ash and blood. W-who are these people? What has happened? How many souls where lost? I searched franticly for a familiar face. Who had died? Was it anyone that I knew? I felt my stomach do a back flip when I finally recognized someone on the pile. It was my mother. Her normally white dress had an unnatural tinge of scarlet in it. Matted hair covered one side of her face. On the other side, there was a long scar across her cheek, still seeping with blood. There were pale eyes that would never again open, and lips that would never again smile. But why? She has done nothing to harm them, so why?
I was filled with terror as I watched soldiers pile more bodies on, people that I knew, friends and neighbors, kind people, people that wouldn't even kill a fly. They tossed their bodies carelessly, like a merchant would pile bags of wheat. Don't you care? How can you not care? How many more have lost there lives? How can you carelessly toss there bodies aside? How could you kill them in the first place? How? I was to shocked to make a sound. When the soldiers finally stopped, a priest begins reciting a strange chant. What are they doing? What is happening? I thought over and over again. The words seemed to get louder and louder as I saw the room get darker by the second. Soon, all that I could see was the blackness, and the priest standing out in the middle of it all, not even concerned about the evil aura that surrounded him. And that horrible pile of bodies, lying in the corner, blood oozing out the sides, slowly dripping onto the floor. It didn't occur to me to ask how I was seeing them in the pitch-black room. It didn't even occur to me as to ask how the room got that dark in the first place. All that I was concentrating on was the bodies, and the priest, and his strange words, getting louder and louder and louder.
This is a sacrifice! The thought echoed over and over again in my head.
A low rumbling was heard. It echoed off the stone walls and pounded in my ears. Once again I was filled with the instinct to run, but somehow I held it back. I knew that the offering had been accepted. Then something terrible happened.
Blue flames burst up upon the pile of bodies. The screams of a hundred souls in anguish filled the air as the flames got higher. I screamed too, but no one heard me. Every ones attention was on the dreaded burning pile of bodies, as it slowly changed into a stone tablet, and seven glittering items inside it. That was all that was left of the entire towns population. But the priest was speaking again. "The sennen items have been created. We shall use them to bring justice to this world!" He said with a hint of pride in his voice. I would of laughed if I wasn't so outraged. Justice? How could what I had just seen be justice? How could someone simply murder an entire town of innocents, without remorse, and then claim that it was all for justice? But he wasn't finished, not yet. "The Pharaoh will be pleased. How should we celebrate? Does anyone have wine?" He said, clearly pleased with himself. "But first..." he paused "We must find the sennen item's owners. How do we do it?" he asked a servant near him.
How can they be so heartless? An entire village has been destroyed, and they casually ask for wine, as if this happens every day? And these "sennen items" that where created from the bodies, they speak of their owners, as if they where just something to just give away to a person passing by in the street. And there was no doubt in my mind that the priest would get one, as would the Pharaoh that he worked for.
Suddenly, I was filled with rage.
What right do they have to own them? What did they ever do to earn the sennen items, the only thing remaining on this earth of my parents, and my neighbors? The only thing left of everything that I have ever known. What did they do to earn them? Well, of course, they went to the IMMENSE TROUBLE of ordering and commanding the destruction of an entire village. Surely THAT was reason enough to lay claim to the items.
I suddenly couldn't think any more; my mind had become a total blank. I knew that I had to move, had to get out of this terrible place, but for some reason I couldn't get my legs to move. I didn't want to ever see this blood soaked place, or that priest ever again. But yet I found my eyes fixated on him as if they where glued. He was talking again, but for some reason, I couldn't hear his words. What in the name of Ra is wrong with me? Why can't I get my mind to WORK? Wha-
I was startled out of my thoughts when I saw the priest reach into the stone tablet and grab one of the items. It looked like a slightly enlarged golden eye. Then he started screaming.
"I ACCEPT THE TERMS OF THE SENNEN EYE! GRANT ME POWER!"
Then he started laughing hysterically, untill he plunged the sennen eye strait into one of his own eyes.
It happened so quickly that I didn't have time to think. One second, he was laughing like a mad man, and the next, he was suddenly deathly quiet. One look at his eye and I could see why. In the place where it had been resided the sennen eye. Blood dribbled down from the socket, and the other eye began to twitch uncontrollably. His breath came in short, blood-curdling wheezes. And for a second I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Then he started to laugh again. It started as a low chuckle, but grew back to insane laughter in a matter of seconds. Still laughing, he took a hand and wiped the blood off his cheek. What he did then was rather disturbing. He licked the blood off of his fingertips and whispered something inaudible. But even though I couldn't hear what he said, I could somehow understand the meaning of his words.
I shall make a wish on this sennen eye. Perhaps its magic will grant it. I wish... I wish that my son would become Pharaoh.
And somehow, I knew that the current Pharaoh wouldn't sit to well with that.
Ok, what did you think? You can tell me by reviewing!