I don't own Yugioh or any of its characters.
This is a new story that I had an idea to write. I'll try to keep up with this one, I promise! I think this one has the best storyline of the ones I'm publishing.
"Kisara, look at this!"
I looked at Gyakutenno Megami, also known as Meg. (She's the one on the most recent version of the card with white hair and a strange earring.)
"What?" I asked.
"The lake! It's rippling!"
"It's probably nothing," I said. "The fish probably are trying to get mosquitoes. It's not like this isn't the middle of summer."
"But the ripples are too big to be the fish!"
I finally looked at the lake by my house. The sunset turned the water a bright orange. There were indeed a lot of ripples in the water.
"You're right. I'll tell Papa."
"It's okay," Meg said. I'll tell him." With that, she got up and left me alone on the dock to admire the sunset. The long grass waved in the breeze.
I could stay here forever. It's just so peaceful.
Of course, it's when you say or think something like that, that something goes horribly wrong. Like a Fiend Kraken attacking and grabbing you with one of its tentacles to drag you underwater and eat you.
I screamed and tried to break free, but the squid just had too much muscle. It felt disgusting, with all that squirming and slime that had built up over the years. I took as deep of a breath as I could and prepared to be plunged underwater.
I heard a yell and saw a spear hit the Fiend Kraken in the eye. I didn't look away, though, since I was used to blood and gore. My family, after all, was a fishing family. Preparing fish was all part of the job.
The squid made a horrible writhing sound that you wouldn't suspect fish are capable of creating. Its tentacles started flailing and I was being tossed all over the place. It let go of me, and I had a 12-foot drop into the lake.
I quickly swam away from the monster. I saw a blast of lilac magic hit the squid. It looked like it was being shocked, but I didn't feel any of the effects the squid felt. I knew it was Meg's magic. The thirty seconds it took to reach the dock seemed like hours. I started to pull myself up, but my arms seemed to fail me. I probably was still somewhat in shock. Then again, my arms were still slimy from being held by the squid. I felt strong arms pull me out of the water, and I looked into the face of my father.
"Thanks, Daddy," I said, panting.
I caught him wiping his hands on his pants. Personally, I didn't blame him. Squid slime is very disgusting.
He picked up another spear from the dock (we kept a supply of spears hidden under the boards in the dock for emergencies like this). He heaved it at the flailing cephalopod, and it severed two tentacles.
Meg ran to help me back to our house. Unfortunately, she slipped on the slimy dock and got herself knocked out cold. With her unconscious, her spell failed and the squid could move of its own free will again. The squid started coming towards me again, and I knew that I was doomed. I couldn't use magic to immobilize the squid myself, and I knew that I couldn't wake Meg up with a bucket of water. I ran and grabbed her hand, desperately trying to pull her with me, but I wasn't particularly known for my strength. I was too skinny. The slime on the dock allowed me to drag her a little, but not much. Papa threw another spear at the squid. It hit it hard enough to pierce its skin and go straight into its heart. The kraken's tentacles were flailing again, but somehow it survived.
When will this nightmare die already?
My question was answered when I heard a low growl and saw a wild Magna Drago attack the fiend. The squid grabbed the dragon's legs, to which the dragon responded by breathing a stream of lava into its wounds. The squid let go and lay still. The dragon was large enough to carry off the cephalopod off with it, spears and all. All the while, I was glaring at the dragon.
Three times my family has had to move due to a dragon attack on the house. One attack was by a Pitch-Dark Dragon. The other two were due to a Magna Drago. I didn't want another dragon attack on the house to add to my collection. My mother died in the last attack due to severe burns that Meg couldn't cure in time. To this day, I hate dragons, and I'm all for their extinction.
I heard a moan behind me and saw Meg getting back up. "Are you alright, Miss?" she asked.
"I'm fine," I said. "My clothes might not be so lucky."
She laughed. Then her expression turned more serious as she looked out at the lake. "Where's that Fiend Kraken?"
"It's gone," I said.
"Is it dead?"
"A dragon killed it and carried it off," I said in disgust.
"What kind?"
"A Magna Drago."
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Miss. Let's get you washed up for dinner."
That was Meg. Always calling me Miss, she was a neat freak and could be excitable.
I headed back to the old wooden house, grateful that it hadn't been attacked.
I walked up the creaky stairs to the washroom. I turned on the lanterns, and then I turned the water on in the bathtub. It was hot in the room, so I let the water stay cold. I scrubbed all over and washed my hair. Then I soaked for 15 minutes before letting the water drain. I got out and changed into a different outfit (it looks like Ilia's outfit from Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess – don't own). I walked back downstairs, long hair dripping. Dinner was still being prepared. Papa was chopping up potatoes. I started to chop the onions and garlic. I didn't particularly like onions, but my family wasn't rich. You ate whatever you could to get by. I finished and started to move on to the sausage. I pulled out a pot and started to cook it on our wood stove. When it had browned, I added broth and the vegetables that had been chopped so far. Papa was chopping carrots (my favorite vegetable). I walked outside and plucked some nuts off our walnut tree. I walked back and shelled the walnuts. The broth finally started to boil as I was adding the nuts. I added some spices to the broth as Papa added the carrots and started to stir. It was a few minutes before dinner was ready.
I heard scuttling and saw my pet jackalope, Poppy. She had been a gift from our neighbors, the Taylors. She earned her name from constantly sneaking into our garden and eating our poppies. I grabbed her a piece of celery to munch on. Poppy happily hopped away with the celery in her mouth.
Speak of the devil, the Taylor boy, Tristan was at our window with his best friend, Joey. Both faces were pressed against the glass.
"Food!" Tristan said, drooling.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head but smiled at his antics. That was Tristan for you. I opened the window and said, "Sorry, but dinner's not ready yet. You can join us if you like once it's ready."
Joey started to climb in the window.
"I said once it's ready, not yet. And can't you use the door like a normal person?"
"Sorry," he said sheepishly, climbing back out.
"I could have you charged for breaking and entering!"
"Technically, you opened the window for us," Tristan said.
"Well technically, I didn't give you permission to enter at your time of entry," I said.
Both boys were silent. I had won an argument against them yet again. With all honesty, it normally wasn't that hard to beat them there.
Papa laughed as he stirred the soup. "She wins again. That's two hundred one to… what is it? Zero?"
If the boys were cartoon bulls, they would have snorted and smoke would have come out of their noses. As it was, Joey looked like one of his blood vessels was about to burst.
Meg laughed at their expressions. She really was like a second mother to me, ever since my real mother died. Meg was Mother's personal summon, who stayed loyal to our family even after Mother died.
"Soup's ready," Papa said.
"FOOD!" both boys exclaimed.
Tristan walked to the door, where I let him in. I heard a crash behind me and saw Joey on the floor.
"Joey! Use the door like a normal person! Do you want that to happen to you again?"
"No," he said.
"Did Joey climb through the window again?" someone asked. I ran to the door. My best friend, Serenity, was there. She wore an orange skirt with a white tank top and a pink shrug.
"Yes, your brother climbed in through the window. Look at him, all in a crumpled mess on the floor."
Serenity laughed.
Joey snarled.
"Do you mind if I stay for dinner?" she asked.
"Not at all for my best friend. Besides, I need reassurance that someone else knows that these two dingbats can't possibly be human. Eating dinner together should prove that."
"For the record, I am not related to either of them. Just so you know," Serenity said, laughing.
"Bit of knowledge acquired."
We both started laughing.
"When's dinner?" Tristan asked.
"Set the table, then we'll talk," I said.
Tristan had been to my house so often that he knew where everything was downstairs. My room was upstairs, but he had almost never been in there. It had been years since he had seen it (unless he snuck in there while I was gone). I didn't let him in my room when I was little because boys had cooties at that age. When I lost my innocence due to the talk, I didn't let him in because of paranoia.
He did indeed set the table. It's nice to know how easily he and Joey can be manipulated.
"So when's dinner?" Joey asked.
"Right now," I said.
We sat down. Our chairs were simple, and our table was less than elegant (again, I had a poor family; we were grateful to be able to afford a two-story house). Our brown bowls weren't the smoothest to the touch, either. We made the dishes out of clay and fired them ourselves in a makeshift kiln.
The soup was delicious. Mother taught me how to cook before she died, and I knew many of her cooking secrets. Adding nuts to soups was one of them.
Serenity and I shared laughs at dumb comments Joey and Tristan made.
Our company stayed late into the night. I went into my room, getting tired. I had just finished changing when I heard a soft knock on the door. Thinking it was Meg, I opened it. It wasn't Meg. It was Serenity.
"Hi, Serenity. What's up?"
"I heard screaming at the lake and a lot of splashes. There was a terrible screech, and I saw something reddish orange fly away from the lake. What happened?"
"Nothing happened. I'm fine."
"Those screams sounded like yours. Plus, your hair was soaked when I first saw you. What really happened?"
"Fiend Kraken. It somehow got into the lake. I was alone on the dock when it attacked me. It probably wanted to eat me. Papa and Meg almost killed it, which let me escape, but then a Magna Drago finished it and carried it off."
Serenity gasped. She knew very well why I hated dragons, especially that species.
"But don't they normally live in the desert or near volcanoes?"
"They do, which is why I'm staying as far away from those as possible. That one was probably evicted from its territory. I hear that there are volcanoes in the nearby mountains. Even though nearby means 100 miles away."
"How big was it?"
"The biggest one I've seen. It looked about 15 feet tall and 35 feet long."
"That's huge! I'd hate to see what ousted it from its territory."
"Me too," I said. "Me too."
Serenity paused. "Do you think Tristan likes me?"
I stared at her, surprised by the sudden change in conversation. "What?"
"I think he does," she said, looking at the floor.
"Maybe. He does tend to try to be more macho when you're around."
"I know. When I'm around him, even when Joey's there, I see him looking at me out of the corner of my eye."
I raised one eyebrow.
"And he has this look on his face when he does."
"Show me."
She adopted a dopey expression on her face. I laughed.
"Guilty as charged. He's got a thing for you, Serenity!"
"What do I do?"
"Well, do you like him?"
"I don't know. I mean, he's a nice guy and all, but it's creepy. I mean the guy's three and a half years older than me!"
I laughed again.
"Ask him if he likes you. If he says yes, figure out how you feel about it. If you like him, too, be honest about it. That's the best advice I can give you. But if you don't feel the same way, take advantage of him."
We both laughed.
"Thanks for the advice, Kisara," Serenity said, still giggling.
"It's no problem," I said. "Men need to be taught their place. Don't let him dominate you if you two become an item."
"I'll be sure to remember that."
We heard a crash downstairs. Both of us ran, worried that someone broke in. Someone did. Joey had come back in through the window and fallen in another heap on the floor.
"JOEY! USE THE DOOR!"
"But it was locked."
"Did you try knocking?"
"Uh… no."
"Knocking will probably work, Joey."
"Why did you come back in?" Serenity asked.
"It's time to go, Seren. Dad's in another pub. Mom's been crying for a while. I think Dad beat her again while he was drunk."
"I gotta go, Kisara."
"I understand. You go home before it gets any later. I need to catch some shuteye myself."
"See you later, Kissy," Joey said, unlocking and opening the door.
"KISSY! DO YOU WANT ME TO THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW AND STUFF YOU INTO THE GARBAGE CAN? I CAN DO IT IF I NEED TO!"
"Relax. Like you said, you need some shuteye. Stressing yourself will only give you nightmares."
"NIGHTMARES? I'LL SHOW YOU NIGHTMARES. I'LL BE YOUR WORST ONE, JOEY!" I said, throwing the closest object (a spoon).
Joey was obviously used to ducking from random flying objects, since his dad was a drunkard.
"Bye Kisara," he said quickly. He grabbed Serenity's wrist and ran out the door. I closed and locked it and stormed off back to my room.
Calling me Kissy. The nerve of him!
I wasn't tired anymore after being worked up like that.
I heard another knock on my door.
"Enter," I said.
Meg had come up the stairs.
"What was all that shouting about?"
"Joey called me Kissy. He should know better," I huffed.
"I know you dislike being called Kissy, but you woke your father up."
"Oh well."
"Don't 'oh well' your father. He needs rest after fighting off that squid and dealing with those two boys," she said.
"Whatever," I said.
"Are you okay, Kisara?"
"I'm fine," I lied.
"Is it that dragon?"
I sighed.
"I take your silence as a yes," she said. "Do you feel like talking?"
"No."
"Let me know when you do," Meg said, walking back out.
I turned off my lamp and sat in my bed, looking out the window at the stars. A shooting star flew through the sky.
I wish that I could change my life.
Feeling nothing different, I cried myself to a dreamless sleep.
Aww, poor Kisara.
Yes, I am alive, and here's why I haven't updated.
Runaway: I am not sure how to end this chapter. I haven't lost interest, though.
Legend of the Dragon Warrior: I kinda lost interest, and if I do update, I'll rewrite the story. I can see major improvements in my writing as the story has progressed, and the style in the beginning is embarrassing! If no one keeps responding to my story, I'll probably delete it. Plus, I have too many characters brought back from the past that I don't even use.