Official King of Dragons Summary:
Kisara remembers bits and pieces. Games. Guardians. Golden items. Her life. The others' lives. And she's the only one. Seto Kaiba doesn't. Yugi Muto doesn't. Then the clock starts the day Yami Muto completes the Millennium Puzzle, drawing three thousand years worth of magic into the present time, and the ultimate shadow game begins. Everyone returns for the final showdown in modern Japan. Five years worth of journeys, disbelief, history, and loves that spanned lifetimes in the making... It all starts now. Duelist Kingdom through Millennium World retold. Blueshipping
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King of Dragons
Arc I: Duelist Kingdom
Prologue
Echoes
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It is said some lives, are linked across time,
Connected by an ancient calling, that echoes throughout the ages,
Destiny...
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Long ago, when the pyramids were still young, Egyptian kings played a game of great and terrible power, but these 'shadow games' erupted into a war that threatened to destroy the entire world, until a brave and powerful Pharaoh locked the magic away... Imprisoning it within the mystical Millennium Items. Now three thousand years later, on the other side of the world, in modern Japan, a boy named Yami unlocks the secrets of the Millennium Puzzle. He is infused with ancient magical energies, for destiny has chosen him to defend the world from the return of the shadow games, just as the brave Pharaoh did, three thousand years ago…
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Kisara Pegasus felt it down to her very bones.
It was an earth shattering echo that ricocheted through her mind in a thunderous tirade of… Of… Of rebirth. Of Revival. Of Renewal. It was a call to the Guardians, a sign that the beginnings of a war meant for immortal powers wielded by mortal hands had started. A shadow game had begun. And quite possibly, the most devastating shadow game to have ever been played within the confines of the human realm…
Something... Something had been triggered. A catalyst. A shot heard around the world. Whether it be across the sea or below the desert sands, it didn't matter. She'd felt it. It'd crashed through her, thrashing and violent. A reminder.
An invitation.
Kisara forced herself to swallow, attempting to regain the oxygen in her lungs. Then flashes raced through her head in an array of memory, bypassing thought and consciousness as traces of events spun in her mind's eye. She panted, shutting her eyes tight and nearly shrieked at the intensity of it all. Without warning, her knees buckled from beneath her, slamming to the cool flooring of her studio with a sickening crack. She bit hard down on her tongue, the pain a mere afterthought amidst the storm of emotions. Nothing could be done to deter what was happening.
Fate's weavings had been spun, and she was tangled in the threads, lost to a destiny written by celestial appendages in a time long since past. And she knew it.
A dimension of memory. She'd fallen into Recollection Hall, a metaphysical place in her dreams and daytime fantasies that spared her fragments of an unnamed history that defied all odds. A lifetime in Egypt, the ancient kingdom of the sands. A land where pharaohs ruled and monsters roamed in the darkness. A land where she'd known a man named Seto… Never had she seen so much in a single moment. Seconds trickled into minutes, and soon, the grandfather clock sang baritone gongs to toll the newest hour. The midnight hour. Shadows descended her porcelain tones as the lights went out, and a chill sliced down her spin as a result. White lightning struck in the distance, carving out the sky in sputtering streaks.
But all she saw was fire. Fire and blood and white and blue. A mighty, white dragon towered over the flames, soaring over the cries of the people below. Then a boy, a boy with a bronze profile and piercing azure eyes that told of stories of the greatest adversity. Love. Blue. It connected. A bridge was wedged between her heart and his.
Starcrossed.
It. Him. Her. Everything. It was starcrossed.
A King. A Queen… What? Her intellect collided with the indiscernible memories, bombarding one another as the ideas forged themselves into her head without her consent. She screamed as she saw the flames eat away at her vision.
Everything went white.
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Seto Kaiba felt bile rise in his throat, and he bolted upright in his seat, effectively throttling it away from his person. Tremulously, he stood, absently grasping at the edges of his desk. His vision blurred in and out, and his breathing was erratic in his chest.
A resounding crack swept past his hearing, but the sound was a mere afterthought amid the rattling in his ears. The world was a spinning torrent of colored geometry, only partially visible and clear.
Above, the lights flickered out, and darkness descended upon the KaibaCorp CEO, adorning him in shreds of shadow and chilling discombobulation. It was a stark contrast to his incarnate's abode.
His mind raced.
What?
Echoes from across a void thrashed through him, and all traces of intellectual thought were momentarily forgotten. Pain laced throughout his body, racking him as he clawed at his auburn tresses, keenly unaware of the morbid truth behind these supernatural attacks. What the hell was going on?
A name dawned in the chaos, a hope amongst the gravely departed. White Lightning shattered, and a single image bypast his metaphysical locations. Locks cerulean as the sky, irises gleaming bright as sapphires, skin pale as cloudscape dominions, and a smile luminous as a candle in the midnight hour. In an hour where nothing but a realm of perilous shadow reigned.
She was light personified.
He struggled and grasped at the name that whispered amongst the echoes, then finally, it collided with his heart, an infallible symbol that lept into the confines of eternity.
Kisara.
Everything went black.
Night fell, and he no longer remembered the name that had ignited him so. In the years to come-alongside the greatest achievements he'd ever compel into being-she would be standing there, in all the echoes and lights and every shade of blue known across the vast horizon line.
Then he would look to the golden rod in his hand, and remember.
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King of Dragons
Author's Note:
And today is Seto Kaiba's birthday~! Haha, How about that? October 25th! What a perfect day to publish a story maining revolving around Seto's character development and the trials of the woman who's loved him as long as time itself. It'll certainly be a bumpy ride along the way. Stay tuned! Chapter length will be between 5-10 thousand depending on the chapter, but probably averaged at 7,000.
Just saying here, but I'm a huge fan of symbolism in my writing, so pay attention to details revolving things like: blue, black, dark, light, white, dragon, sky, sun, stars, dreams, and gold.
This story is related to my other SetoXKisara fic, Queen of Dragons. It's not required reading for this story, but it shapes the world of Ancient Egypt and how things eventually connect in both this time and the last. Bit and pieces will be revealed in later chapters of this story though.
Quote at the top is from Disney's Prince of Persia.
Inform me of errors please.
And review, lovely readers! Constructive criticism is happily read by yours truly.
Have a lovely day~!
-CassandraRoyal