Prologue
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Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.
--fire&ice--
Hope.
Such a simple word for so complex a concept.
Is there any true description of it?
One might call it the steady, underlying burn that drives us in life. Another could claim it to be the sudden flare at each of life's crossroads, when the choices you make directly affect your "happy ever after".
Yet no matter how hope is described, it always seems to be related to fire. But, perhaps, that is why all my hope has faded.
I am not Fire.
In fact, I am the opposite.
I am cold. I am detached. And, in the end, my calm persistence wears all things down.
No, I am not Fire. Once, maybe, but not now. My hopeless future has sucked the Fire from me. Or perhaps my receding Fire has sucked the hope from me. Nevertheless, I am not Fire.
I am Ice.
But despite all the changes ten thousand years of war has wrought on me, one thing will always be the same. It is this knowledge alone that has kept me sane through these long years.
And so I will wait, just a little longer, and take comfort in the knowledge that I am who I am supposed to be.
I am Destiny.