Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or anything associated with it, except a few packs of cards. :3
Yes, this was posted before. I'm attempting to get the formatting right. Took down the old copy to avoid repetition... thanks to everyone who reviewed, though. ^_^ I appreciate it.
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The Shadow Realm.
I hate that place. That gods awful place, the everlasting nothingness, for that's what it was... no, what it is. Being a Duel Monster I must return here when Deckless... the curse of being bound to the Cards.
Oh, the Cards... how I hate them. I hate them, I hate the way my essence is bound to an inanimate thing... my Duelist must appreciate how easy punishment is, when one's soul is bound to a thing he holds in his palm.
He must know that no loss is the fault of the Monsters. I have the same Attack Points (such a moronic way to judge my strength, I'm more powerful than most of my same "kind") every time, I did nothing wring. I know this. He must know this... and yet here I sit, in darkness, wounded... those damn Cards. He bent the damn cards, I know he did. He must know how deeply we are bound, that damage to a card causes physical harm. He must know.
I can't feel my leg anymore... no, I can. It hurts. Damn him! This can't have been his idea... there is no time in the Shadow Realm, he can't have known that. To wound me as he has and cut me off from any chance of nonconsensual recovery by trapping me in timeless darkness... he'd have done it if he'd known it would work. That's how his mind works...
I'm going insane, I must be. It's not healthy to spend so much time in one's own head... I can't stand this... may the gods help that bastard if he ever Summons me again. I will destroy him for this. I WILL! He's caused my brother and myself too much suffering, and I will have my revenge!
Mmm, this rage... almost a welcome change from the piercing chill of this gods-forsaken Shadow Realm. Yes, focus on destroying him... anything to divert my attention...
"Aagh!!" He's bent the card again, I felt my arm snap, the white-hot smear of pain rendering it numb with fiery agony. There, my staff transferred to the other hand... I can't afford to lose it, no matter how much it hurts... Ah... Magic is so useful sometimes, can't heal myself, but I can dull the pain, at least.
Oh, that feeling, that sickening feeling... I've been put back into a Deck... Ah, yes, solidity under my back, and finally it's air I'm breathing again. Wait, my eyes are closed... there, I can see. ...I don't recognize this. Where am I? The sky – I see sky. Outdoors. Grass beneath me, trees... I've never been here. ...Was it my new Duelist, who was hurting me so? Why? I haven't failed him yet... I suppose I should have guessed. I failed, thus my Duelist failed, so I was taken and given to another – but not without punishment. That makes a twisted sense. There, sitting up now... ah, that feels a bit better... I can't heal myself in the Shadow Realm, but I can do it a bit here. This accursed headpiece, so uncomfortable...
There, off. Much better. Hard to do with one hand, but doable. ...What's that? Oh, a Serpent Night Dragon. A "rare monster" as I suppose a human would say... so I've been handed over to another Rare Hunter. Maybe this one will think of us as inanimate objects rather than slaves... He must be better than that jackass Arkana. Anyone is better than him.
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