Ryou could sense it. At first, he thought he was imagining things; paranoia. For it would not have been the first time he entertained this illusion. However, this was no figment of the imagination. Now, Ryou could clearly feel it.
He was here.
That thought alone was enough to cause Ryou's blood to run cold. Once again, here he was, completely and utterly helpless.
At his mercy once more.
There was no sense in running, or so that was what he was told ages ago. Back then, he had been weak. He had given in too easily. Well, no more! No matter the cost, Ryou would fight!
"You can't take me," he softly told the familiar presence, yet it held a firmness the spirit had never heard before. "It is all over, y-you…you lost."
Laughter echoed from all directions, a shiver crept up Ryou's spine when he heard him speak. "You are more pathetic if you think your resistance will deter me from my mission."
Like the laughter, the wind came out of nowhere, blowing in all around the petrified boy. Objects shot across the room, some of them crashing into the wall and shattering, others flying right for Ryou himself.
"I was made a promise. A promise I fully intend to have kept."
There is no running from destiny…
The last thing Ryou Bakura had saw was a lamp crashing into his head, causing the world to become black. The fight had ended for Ryou all too soon.
…it will begin again.
That day was twenty years ago…
A pair of ice blue eyes stared at the tomb that lay before her. So this was really the resting place…? Of course it was, their whispers turned into frantic shouts the moment she stepped foot into the village of the dead.
Pausing at the foot of the tomb, the pilgrim covered her nose to ward of the stench caused by the Treasures; they were stained with their blood—her blood as well. There was still time for the pilgrim to turn back. For a brief moment, the she considered it.
Along with her ever-present ancestors, the pilgrim could sense the presence of another malevolent force. That force alone was enough for the pilgrim to muster up the strength to continue the descent down the stairs to where the ancient items were supposed to be laid to rest for all eternity.
Once her feet reached the stairs, the pilgrim set her hand down on the object she knew she was destined for. Fingers making contact, she flinched. The smell of blood and flesh was overwhelming.
Soon the smell finally overcame her. Leaning forward, the pilgrim heaved until she was retching. She knew if she did not get away from the Sennen Items soon, this tomb would become her own.
You are the betrayer of hope, the spirits accused .You were the one promised to avenge us!
Quickly pilgrim snatched the Item out of its resting place. With that, she had secured her fate. It was not until she had left the tomb did the pilgrim clip the Sennen Tauk to her neck. The dead could accuse her all they pleased but if she did not act, the world would be damned.
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While the spirit of the Sennen Ring no longer was connected to this physical world, he watched the events unfold in the tomb. Had he a body, a smirk would have played across his lips. Finally, his destiny was being fulfilled.
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Important note: This Fic is written by three different authors. All three of us have divided the characters amongst ourselves and we write each character into a story. If you don't understand it, you will in the next chapter. The prologue, however, was written by only one of the authors—Sapphira.
As mentioned in the summary, twenty years have passed. So that means that each character has lives of their own. In the first chapter, there will be a brief summary to say what happened to each of the character of Yu-Gi-Oh.
Hope this makes sense….
