Let Us Remember
Let us remember him
The Nameless Pharaoh
Who's spirit was imprisoned
For 5,000 years
Within the Millennium Puzzle.
Let us remember him
For his courageous battles.
Battling the darkness
Even within himself
And saving our world
Time and time again.
Let us remember him
Not as a spirit
But as a friend
Who supported us
And always had our backs.
Let us remember him
Through his closest friend Yugi
Who may be small
But has the biggest heart
And always believed in
The heart of the cards.
Let us remember him
By praying for his heir
Who lives another life now
And refuses to believe
But will
All in good time
Accept his past life.
Let us remember him
By recalling his name
Though he had many
One will stick
And remain in our hearts
Atem.
It was midday and the blazing sun had made the Egyptian deserts unbearably hot for even the most cold-blooded reptile that would sun bask in it. A normal human desperate enough to venture out into this extreme sultriness would not last ten minutes, and would quickly succumb to dangerous dehydration. The land was barren; silent, with only the slight winds picking up sand as company, not a living soul to be.
Or so it seemed. Two beings- one a human and the other appearing to be the spirit of a white fox the size of a newborn colt- stood in the ruins of a long-forgotten city, a hint of mourning obvious in the atmosphere. It was undetermined as to how long they had been standing in the abandoned city, but one would think not very long since the heat was only increasing.
The human came across as being a young female, no more than eighteen years of age, though that could be a mistake, for the white cloak she wore- clearly meant to protect her from the sun's powerful rays- covered a majority of her slim form and hid her lower face, revealing only her eyes the color of the Nile River and part of her tan skinned face. At the bottom part of her body, the cloak opened slightly, giving away the edge of her long, silk, white dress, her white sandals, and the very decorative golden anklets. The way she held her body- straight and strong- showed she was from a wealthy or perhaps even noble family.
The fox spirit stood at the girl's right, like a dog to its master. It could have been a mirage created by the intense heat, but the girl seemed to know better.
"So this is the village of Kul Elna?" The girl asked, not a hint of dryness in her voice.
The spirit nodded. "Yes, My Lady. This is the place where The Seven Millennium Items were forged." Its lips did not move, but a voice of a much older woman seemed to emit from the fox.
"From the souls of its residents?" The lady inquired with a shiver.
"Yes," the fox replied reluctantly.
The lady looked around at what was left of Kul Elna. "Do you feel it, Embarr? The despairing spirits that once roamed here seemed to have been put to rest."
"It was the work of the late Pharaoh Aknamkanon." The fox- now known as Embarr- stated.
Her master looked at her with confused eyes. "How could he have done that if he's been dead for ten years now?"
"Like me, his desire to protect those he loved went beyond the borders of the dead and the living," Embarr explained.
The human girl's eyes turned to sympathy. "Do not worry, Embarr. Somehow, we will find a way to bring you 'and' the other Guardians back." she reached out to touch her companion but her hand fazed right through.
Sadness cloaked Embarr's transparent form as she looked at the ground. "You have a kind heart, My Lady, but I fear that if the way of the Guardians disappears, then the Guardians 'themselves' will vanish along with it."
"I will give in to the Shadow Realm before I let that happen," the girl half-yelled, forcing Embarr's eyes to return to her master. The girl placed the tips of her fingers gently on her chest. "I will wait until the end of time if that is what it takes to keep your culture alive."
Embarr's amber-red eyes lit with a new light of hope. "Thank-you, My Lady. I will do anything I can to help you in your quest."
"Why don't you start with you not addressing me as 'Your Lady' every time you speak with me?"
Shock quickly settled into Embarr's eyes. "But I must, My Lady. You are the Princess and you saved my soul from the Shadows," she exclaimed.
"And last I recall, you saved mine on more than one occasion, so let us say we are even," the girl argued back. Realizing she was losing her temper, the girl sighed and with a softer voice added, "Please, just call me by my 'name', 'not' my 'title', and I will do what I can to bring the Guardians back."
Embarr seemed to sigh in both defeat and relief. "Thank you, Masika."
Masika smiled from underneath her cloak's veil. "Now, my friend; Do you know what I must do to keep your culture alive?"
Embarr nodded. "We must wait for The Great Pharaoh to be reborn in order to save his world once again."
"Then let us begin."