Hee hee I gonna actually get this story moving. The first wasn't very clear
and not my style. It'll be better. No, though I wish I did own Yugi-oh.
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The man walked up in his strange armor and bent down to were she was.
" I am sorry if I startled you. Please excuse me. I am called-
"Dar...Dark Magi...cian, where am I?" Her eyes widen at the one in front of her, her heart beating faster at the man of red armor with that startling and lush beautiful shining silver hair, freaky non-pupil oculars with that pale face with a small smile so elegant, so breathtaking. He held a black staff like all the Dark Magicians had, though had a scent of burning, realization hit her.
" Yes, that is what I am known as. What do you mean where are you?"
She screamed.
"You...killed those thugs. You killed them with that stick, where am I? I am dreaming; I have to be dreaming."
" It is a staff not a stick. Dark Magician is a title of my two other brothers and me. I preferred to be called Narichter. It means Final Judge. I felt something happen and I came into the mortal realm and found you. Who are you?"
She was whimpering. Here she was in the middle of some weird dream that couldn't be a dream fallen into some ditch in a alley nearly attacked by thugs and then found by this freaky man who calls himself her favorite card that can summon monster with his stick. She couldn't defend herself with her fist against someone with magic or at least whatever that was.
" I am Zeradulan."
Narichter was not in focus; the girl was wearing something that caught his eye. Tilting her neck upwards with his staff he saw the black beaded necklace. His eyes thinned. A card was on it. His card. That was impossible.
"Who are you and where did you find that card?"
Gaining her courage back her fist clenched tightly. Looking up and knocking the staff away from her she gazed at him defiantly.
"Who are you? This is my card and where I got it is none of your bees wax. Mr. Narry."
" The name is Narichter. I-"
Sounds. Pivoting around for his armor did not allow him to moving his head he stood up to his opposing height the obsidian hued staff gleaming dangerously. He saw four teenage children three boys and a girl. A boy, one with yellowish hair with astonishing long bangs spoke, his voice held this annoying accent.
" We heard screaming. Whoa a Dark Magician. Yugi, you seeing this?"
A very short boy with weird hair that was as tall as his head with red and yellow coloring spoke, " Yes it is Joey, but mine is different. "
Joey looked at his friend then turned to Narichter. "You're a bit old and early for Halloween."
Narichter's pupil-less eyes narrowed pulling his weapon up, his staff glowing darkly pulsating with the negative chill. His voice was as cool as ice, " How dare you speak to me like that, mortal "
"Hey did you hear what he called me? A mortal? Heh heh heh. At least I not the one dressed as a Duel Monster."
Zeradulan got out of her shocked state of mind and shook her head. First the Magician and now this? This was to weird to be a dream. Her voice was surprisingly calm. "Joey, Tristen, Tea, and Yugi? What the heck? What the bloody heck?"
It was Joey's turn to narrow his eyes, "How did you know my name? You some kinda mind reader?"
"Stop this, all of you this will take us nowhere shooting question at each other. Why don't we go to my grandfather's card shop and figure out what happened." Yugi spoke ended the conversation.
At the card shop, which in her opinion was too much the same like the one with the TV show and it even came with a talking gray haired Yugi as an old man. Sitting down at a table while Narichter stood up; Zeradulan began her story.
" I saw this flash of light in this alleyway back home. That is home where this world is a TV show and Duel Monster is a game not with real magicians that summon monsters," she glared at Narichter who pretended not to see her, "And then poof! I feel down this ditch and saw these thugs when he came in. I saw him wave that stick around and shout 'Demon's Fury' and then they were gone and all there was left was some puddles of blood." She waved her arms to get the point across.
Silence. No one spoke. Anzu (Tea) looked at her then at Narichter. She motion for her to continue but Zeradulan shook her head showing that she finished. Anzu turned to the adjudicator.
The silver haired magician of darkness spoke, "I am from the Realms of the Shadows where I and my two brothers come from. We were sealed in long ago with many other monsters. Until this game you call Duel Monster was created and the very life force of the monsters where trapped into these cards and summoned into your world instead of humans coming into the Shadow Realm and fight alongside us there. My two brothers Kagasuki, and Escamoteur were sent into the cards. Though I had not. When I felt this eccentric sentiment and came into the world with my magic. My own power have always been stronger than my brothers though it would not save me from a fate trapped into a card, yet here is a card that does not hold my spirit or a fragment of it."
"Those were the most strangest stories I have ever heard, here I am sitting and listening to aliens of another world." Jounichi muttered to himself out loud.
"Look who's talking," Zeradulan whispered to Anzu.
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I know that is a horrible way to end the story but... I don't know how to finish it. I am not with it today. What do you think should happen, please e-mail it to me and I shall consider.
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The man walked up in his strange armor and bent down to were she was.
" I am sorry if I startled you. Please excuse me. I am called-
"Dar...Dark Magi...cian, where am I?" Her eyes widen at the one in front of her, her heart beating faster at the man of red armor with that startling and lush beautiful shining silver hair, freaky non-pupil oculars with that pale face with a small smile so elegant, so breathtaking. He held a black staff like all the Dark Magicians had, though had a scent of burning, realization hit her.
" Yes, that is what I am known as. What do you mean where are you?"
She screamed.
"You...killed those thugs. You killed them with that stick, where am I? I am dreaming; I have to be dreaming."
" It is a staff not a stick. Dark Magician is a title of my two other brothers and me. I preferred to be called Narichter. It means Final Judge. I felt something happen and I came into the mortal realm and found you. Who are you?"
She was whimpering. Here she was in the middle of some weird dream that couldn't be a dream fallen into some ditch in a alley nearly attacked by thugs and then found by this freaky man who calls himself her favorite card that can summon monster with his stick. She couldn't defend herself with her fist against someone with magic or at least whatever that was.
" I am Zeradulan."
Narichter was not in focus; the girl was wearing something that caught his eye. Tilting her neck upwards with his staff he saw the black beaded necklace. His eyes thinned. A card was on it. His card. That was impossible.
"Who are you and where did you find that card?"
Gaining her courage back her fist clenched tightly. Looking up and knocking the staff away from her she gazed at him defiantly.
"Who are you? This is my card and where I got it is none of your bees wax. Mr. Narry."
" The name is Narichter. I-"
Sounds. Pivoting around for his armor did not allow him to moving his head he stood up to his opposing height the obsidian hued staff gleaming dangerously. He saw four teenage children three boys and a girl. A boy, one with yellowish hair with astonishing long bangs spoke, his voice held this annoying accent.
" We heard screaming. Whoa a Dark Magician. Yugi, you seeing this?"
A very short boy with weird hair that was as tall as his head with red and yellow coloring spoke, " Yes it is Joey, but mine is different. "
Joey looked at his friend then turned to Narichter. "You're a bit old and early for Halloween."
Narichter's pupil-less eyes narrowed pulling his weapon up, his staff glowing darkly pulsating with the negative chill. His voice was as cool as ice, " How dare you speak to me like that, mortal "
"Hey did you hear what he called me? A mortal? Heh heh heh. At least I not the one dressed as a Duel Monster."
Zeradulan got out of her shocked state of mind and shook her head. First the Magician and now this? This was to weird to be a dream. Her voice was surprisingly calm. "Joey, Tristen, Tea, and Yugi? What the heck? What the bloody heck?"
It was Joey's turn to narrow his eyes, "How did you know my name? You some kinda mind reader?"
"Stop this, all of you this will take us nowhere shooting question at each other. Why don't we go to my grandfather's card shop and figure out what happened." Yugi spoke ended the conversation.
At the card shop, which in her opinion was too much the same like the one with the TV show and it even came with a talking gray haired Yugi as an old man. Sitting down at a table while Narichter stood up; Zeradulan began her story.
" I saw this flash of light in this alleyway back home. That is home where this world is a TV show and Duel Monster is a game not with real magicians that summon monsters," she glared at Narichter who pretended not to see her, "And then poof! I feel down this ditch and saw these thugs when he came in. I saw him wave that stick around and shout 'Demon's Fury' and then they were gone and all there was left was some puddles of blood." She waved her arms to get the point across.
Silence. No one spoke. Anzu (Tea) looked at her then at Narichter. She motion for her to continue but Zeradulan shook her head showing that she finished. Anzu turned to the adjudicator.
The silver haired magician of darkness spoke, "I am from the Realms of the Shadows where I and my two brothers come from. We were sealed in long ago with many other monsters. Until this game you call Duel Monster was created and the very life force of the monsters where trapped into these cards and summoned into your world instead of humans coming into the Shadow Realm and fight alongside us there. My two brothers Kagasuki, and Escamoteur were sent into the cards. Though I had not. When I felt this eccentric sentiment and came into the world with my magic. My own power have always been stronger than my brothers though it would not save me from a fate trapped into a card, yet here is a card that does not hold my spirit or a fragment of it."
"Those were the most strangest stories I have ever heard, here I am sitting and listening to aliens of another world." Jounichi muttered to himself out loud.
"Look who's talking," Zeradulan whispered to Anzu.
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I know that is a horrible way to end the story but... I don't know how to finish it. I am not with it today. What do you think should happen, please e-mail it to me and I shall consider.