The only noise audible in the great din of power against the trembling
stone walls around him was Yugi's own heart beat. He cried out and yet
could not reach out with his voice. There was too much to absorb, his eyes
darted back and forth. It was space blanketed with darkness yet there was
still enough of a dim glow for him to make out the silhouette. It appeared
to be the wiser visage of himself, hobbled over on his knees with his hair
in his eyes and his hands struggling to keep him up. In the faint light,
liquids could be seen dropping from the figure. Bloods, sweats, tears;
flickering sights of them behind the wind-caught cape.
Was he begging for forgiveness? It seemed so as the lips of the Pharaoh widened back and forth, but it didn't seem like anything vaguely standard. There were beautiful movements of cursive woven into the air through the coughing, crying heap of a young man. The voice somehow pierced the air as an luminous spark.
The attempts to breach the entrance of the area were finally successful, and Yugi was witness to a great light. It brought to light the presence of many stone tablets erected into the air as monuments in the dank cathedral of sorts. But the light grew too bright, and the voice cut off over the sound of nothing. Noise so quick that it took a moment for time and space to catch up. And then the sonic boom sounded.
---
Yugi cried out further still, but he could at last hear his own voice. The youth was a mass of sweat and tears himself, much like the persona of Pharaoh he had seen. The sound of cars passing back and forth sang him into relaxing, it was the breeze of the city. He slumped back into his bed, the jingling and jangling of trinkets easing him in his place. He was lavished in beautiful gold, but until there was a safer place to keep it he had to be.
Against his small chest, beautifully outlined by the black cloth of his shirt was the Millenium Puzzle. Solving this had led him through many ordeals, and it had become a symbol of power and pride. Around his neck, somewhat awkward and constricting, was the Millenium Necklace. He had obtained this as a gift long ago in his passage to regaining the Pharaoh's memory. Behind him, as he lay on his back, he could feel the tiny metal cones point into his back. The Millenium Necklace had been claimed from a victory over an enemy that plagued him 5,000 years. At his belt, he had tied a small cord to the Millenium Ankh to fasten it in place. This was bestowed to him when the man known only as Shadi who had seemed to be timeless in age finally retired his calling. Similarly, he had recieved the golden Millenium Scale that was chained to his ankle as he slept. In his pocket, he felt the lump that reminded him of the sanctity of the Millenium Eye.
For the six items he carried, he was doing the best he could to relax and let his guard down without letting them be easy prey. With so much behind him, there was no telling what was ahead. Precautions had to be taken, but one last piece to the set remain in the hands of a great equal and figure of his past.
Yugi Motou drifted off to sleep hoping that Seto Kaiba would not let him down.
---
"Let yourself know what exists around you."
Seto Kaiba opened his eyes, but it was as if he'd done no such thing. He strained himself trying to pick up any trace of light in the eternal void. He reached out with his fingertips, but there was nothing. He made countless efforts with what he deemed as a collected appearance, but eventually he grew tired and kicked at the air toyingly. He knew it wouldn't help at this rate, so he just cried out into the darkness.
But before he could formulate any kind of question, the voice that he had heard spoke again. It wasn't so much a voice, as much as a jingling of metal that somehow seemed to work in the right way to form vowels and consonants.
"The herald comes to remind the nature of all things."
Seto had been through so many attempts at his mind that he shrugged it off, rolling away in the darkness from the direction he noted as the voice's origin. But it spoke again, and somehow seemed to be coming from in front of him again.
"Let yourself know what exists around you."
"Whatever. . ." Seto scoffed simply. He wasn't sure what was meant, and eventually he relaxed. He was in control of his mind, and the strain he placed on his eyes eased as they closed. There was no change in the amount of light let in, there was still only darkness. But when he drifted slowly into acceptance of the oblivion, it finally came into view.
It was a great beast of a dragon, much like the mythical creatures in the days of old Egypt of who's culture drove him mad. He had been taunted so many times with tales of destiny that he couldn't take any more of it, even witnessing the origin of the mythology that brought him to his great conquest of gaming. It seemed to be a little synthetic, this beast. The Dragon itself seemed to glimmer like black onyx in the moonlight, but the rest of its body was plated in a very luminescent metal armor.
"What are you?" Seto exclaimed, he was taken aback by how close it was to him, slinking slowly into view more and more. It moved very oddly, and the body it possessed seemed to be built if nothing else. Panelling much like a toy as opposed to a suit of armor, with joints that moved back and forth with no purpose but to show that they moved.
"The herald comes to remind the nature of all things,
be it Earth, Wind, Water or Fire,
I come from the Darkness where it beckons and sings
to warn you of the Light, my sire."
"Warn me of the Light?" The Dragon was speaking in limmerick, and Seto was slightly lost. He wanted a direct translation, the true meat of the message. But this beast couldn't even be real. This was a hallucination from light sleep and overwork, so he didn't worry anymore about an answer to the question.
"You see, the sun beckons the warmth of another,
it reaches out in burning desire,
it wishes to comfort this world, to smother
all you know with its loving fire."
"Where do I stand in all of this?" Seto, who seemed it obvious to himself that he was trapped in paralysis and sleep, thought it best to play along. Perhaps later he could analyze the dream and understand better the workings of his mind.
"There are seven, but that doesn't matter,
because they're just tools that clink and clatter,
but there's truth to them if you look past the latter,
that these are more than the means that I chatter."
"Is that so. . .?" Seto still hadn't gained any ground, but at least he was starting to be able to see better. He still could not catch any glimpse of himself, but the aura of a solar eclipse seemed to shine around the Dragon, as if it blocked out a great light.
"You aren't worried now, but I'll keep you in knowing
That these symbols will tell you where he's going.
You'll understand more when you see the sun glowing
of the troubles and tragedy that the Dragon is sewing."
"You mean you?" The way that this thing spoke, he wouldn't put it past the thing to speak in third-person. He wasn't paying heavy attention to anything it divulged either, so it was of little weight regardless.
"I am a beast, but I'm not the Sun.
You shall know of whom I talk, the One!
He comes from the sky to settle his fun,
And ensure that in his way there are none."
"I'm sure you're quite worried about that. Thank you for letting me know." He smiled and drifted slowly into the void. The Dragon faded out of view, but he wasn't concerned. He could rest, the odd limmericks of that which sounded like metal had faded into the distance. He finally felt himself fade, the last resonating drop of the experience gone.
And then it whispered, quietly into the wind. It shocked him, because he thought he had parted completely from the behemoth.
"Let yourself know what exists around you. . ."
---
Was he begging for forgiveness? It seemed so as the lips of the Pharaoh widened back and forth, but it didn't seem like anything vaguely standard. There were beautiful movements of cursive woven into the air through the coughing, crying heap of a young man. The voice somehow pierced the air as an luminous spark.
The attempts to breach the entrance of the area were finally successful, and Yugi was witness to a great light. It brought to light the presence of many stone tablets erected into the air as monuments in the dank cathedral of sorts. But the light grew too bright, and the voice cut off over the sound of nothing. Noise so quick that it took a moment for time and space to catch up. And then the sonic boom sounded.
---
Yugi cried out further still, but he could at last hear his own voice. The youth was a mass of sweat and tears himself, much like the persona of Pharaoh he had seen. The sound of cars passing back and forth sang him into relaxing, it was the breeze of the city. He slumped back into his bed, the jingling and jangling of trinkets easing him in his place. He was lavished in beautiful gold, but until there was a safer place to keep it he had to be.
Against his small chest, beautifully outlined by the black cloth of his shirt was the Millenium Puzzle. Solving this had led him through many ordeals, and it had become a symbol of power and pride. Around his neck, somewhat awkward and constricting, was the Millenium Necklace. He had obtained this as a gift long ago in his passage to regaining the Pharaoh's memory. Behind him, as he lay on his back, he could feel the tiny metal cones point into his back. The Millenium Necklace had been claimed from a victory over an enemy that plagued him 5,000 years. At his belt, he had tied a small cord to the Millenium Ankh to fasten it in place. This was bestowed to him when the man known only as Shadi who had seemed to be timeless in age finally retired his calling. Similarly, he had recieved the golden Millenium Scale that was chained to his ankle as he slept. In his pocket, he felt the lump that reminded him of the sanctity of the Millenium Eye.
For the six items he carried, he was doing the best he could to relax and let his guard down without letting them be easy prey. With so much behind him, there was no telling what was ahead. Precautions had to be taken, but one last piece to the set remain in the hands of a great equal and figure of his past.
Yugi Motou drifted off to sleep hoping that Seto Kaiba would not let him down.
---
"Let yourself know what exists around you."
Seto Kaiba opened his eyes, but it was as if he'd done no such thing. He strained himself trying to pick up any trace of light in the eternal void. He reached out with his fingertips, but there was nothing. He made countless efforts with what he deemed as a collected appearance, but eventually he grew tired and kicked at the air toyingly. He knew it wouldn't help at this rate, so he just cried out into the darkness.
But before he could formulate any kind of question, the voice that he had heard spoke again. It wasn't so much a voice, as much as a jingling of metal that somehow seemed to work in the right way to form vowels and consonants.
"The herald comes to remind the nature of all things."
Seto had been through so many attempts at his mind that he shrugged it off, rolling away in the darkness from the direction he noted as the voice's origin. But it spoke again, and somehow seemed to be coming from in front of him again.
"Let yourself know what exists around you."
"Whatever. . ." Seto scoffed simply. He wasn't sure what was meant, and eventually he relaxed. He was in control of his mind, and the strain he placed on his eyes eased as they closed. There was no change in the amount of light let in, there was still only darkness. But when he drifted slowly into acceptance of the oblivion, it finally came into view.
It was a great beast of a dragon, much like the mythical creatures in the days of old Egypt of who's culture drove him mad. He had been taunted so many times with tales of destiny that he couldn't take any more of it, even witnessing the origin of the mythology that brought him to his great conquest of gaming. It seemed to be a little synthetic, this beast. The Dragon itself seemed to glimmer like black onyx in the moonlight, but the rest of its body was plated in a very luminescent metal armor.
"What are you?" Seto exclaimed, he was taken aback by how close it was to him, slinking slowly into view more and more. It moved very oddly, and the body it possessed seemed to be built if nothing else. Panelling much like a toy as opposed to a suit of armor, with joints that moved back and forth with no purpose but to show that they moved.
"The herald comes to remind the nature of all things,
be it Earth, Wind, Water or Fire,
I come from the Darkness where it beckons and sings
to warn you of the Light, my sire."
"Warn me of the Light?" The Dragon was speaking in limmerick, and Seto was slightly lost. He wanted a direct translation, the true meat of the message. But this beast couldn't even be real. This was a hallucination from light sleep and overwork, so he didn't worry anymore about an answer to the question.
"You see, the sun beckons the warmth of another,
it reaches out in burning desire,
it wishes to comfort this world, to smother
all you know with its loving fire."
"Where do I stand in all of this?" Seto, who seemed it obvious to himself that he was trapped in paralysis and sleep, thought it best to play along. Perhaps later he could analyze the dream and understand better the workings of his mind.
"There are seven, but that doesn't matter,
because they're just tools that clink and clatter,
but there's truth to them if you look past the latter,
that these are more than the means that I chatter."
"Is that so. . .?" Seto still hadn't gained any ground, but at least he was starting to be able to see better. He still could not catch any glimpse of himself, but the aura of a solar eclipse seemed to shine around the Dragon, as if it blocked out a great light.
"You aren't worried now, but I'll keep you in knowing
That these symbols will tell you where he's going.
You'll understand more when you see the sun glowing
of the troubles and tragedy that the Dragon is sewing."
"You mean you?" The way that this thing spoke, he wouldn't put it past the thing to speak in third-person. He wasn't paying heavy attention to anything it divulged either, so it was of little weight regardless.
"I am a beast, but I'm not the Sun.
You shall know of whom I talk, the One!
He comes from the sky to settle his fun,
And ensure that in his way there are none."
"I'm sure you're quite worried about that. Thank you for letting me know." He smiled and drifted slowly into the void. The Dragon faded out of view, but he wasn't concerned. He could rest, the odd limmericks of that which sounded like metal had faded into the distance. He finally felt himself fade, the last resonating drop of the experience gone.
And then it whispered, quietly into the wind. It shocked him, because he thought he had parted completely from the behemoth.
"Let yourself know what exists around you. . ."
---