Your Move

Disclaimer I own all the stupid stuff. All the really cool bits belong to George Lucas. Don't sue me!

Authors Note: This is an answer to vampirenaomi's challenge. This is the prologue. It's weird, even I think so. My first fanfic, YAY!

Saraveil's Move

Prologue

Saraveil looked at the board. She had a Champion Knight, a Gemini Pair, the White Citadel card, the Republican Ideals card, and a Knight's Castle all in play. Her blue eyes looked thoughtful as she gazed at the game board. She hated playing with the Star Wars deck! You couldn't use any really powerful spell cards, because the Force took the place of Magic.

Farakol smiled at her, his vivid purple eyes staring at the backs of her cards. "Your move, Saraveil." Farakol taunted. Saraveil smiled back sweetly. Last turn she'd picked up one of the most powerful cards in her deck, the Dark Resurrection card. It allowed her to take a card out of Farakol's discard pile, and play it herself. Saraveil knew there was a card in Farakol's graveyard that could beat whatever he had in his hand, "hands down". In fact, the only way she'd been able to beat it last time was by playing a Champion Knight and using a Turntable Angel to turn Farakol's Black Guardian of Justice.

"Dark Resurrection." Saraveil said, placing the card face up on the board. Farakol scowled and handed her his discard pile. Saraveil pretended to look through considering all Farakol's cards. "Hmmm. Grand Admiral, Storm Fleet, Dark Warrior, Black Hand.Ah!" Saraveil's grin widened, "I'd forgotten this card was even in here."