Kul Elna
You like to think you know what happened at Kul Elna.
How the soldiers burst into the village, swinging swords and wielding fire as they gathered up men, woman and children alike, and threw them into a cauldron like meat in a stew.
I'm sure you've heard about how young he was, how he watched as his mother, father, and siblings were forced out of their home onto the streets and how the small boy found shelter, hidden from the royal guard as his whole world was destroyed and everything he knew burnt and collapsed around him.
It nearly was. Death and destruction did rule our town that one fleeting night, but he wasn't the only one to witness it.
No, other than the one you know as Bakura, there were a handful of other survivors, five to be exact. And one of them was me.
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Ok first chapter is really very short! But it's just a little prologue
EDIT: this fic is currently being rewritten and revised chapter by chapter thanks to the help of my long time reviewer and now beta crafylion! So a massive shout out and thank you to her~ hope it makes your reading experiance more enjoying, again thanks for reading!
