The stone door creaked open, yawning like the maw of a great beast. Before it, Yugi and Solomon shuddered. Steeling himself, Solomon charged in, his stout body looking rather like a tiny battering ram against the face of the door. With a measured amount of caution, Yugi followed slowly, his already spiky hair standing on end. Beyond the door lay a long hallway encrusted with bas-relief carvings of monsters and creatures beyond the grasp of the modern imagination. At the end of the hallway stood an altar of stone, covered all over in archaic symbols of mystery and power. Inside the altar sat a golden box, adorned by a stylized eye.
Before Yugi could stop him, Solomon began to walk toward the box, his eyes glazed and unfocused. With every step, Solomon seemed to become less and less aware of his surroundings, looking like a zombie. Without a thought, Yugi raced after his grandfather, but instead found himself pulled into the magnetism of the box, as if some otherworldly power was forcing him on, against his will. With a soundless explosion, Solomon touched the box, his blank face scrunching in pain and draining of color. To Yugi's horror, his arm reached out and grazed the box. A jolt of pain ran through his body like an earthquake and he crumpled to his knees, his hand still attached to the golden casket. And then it all went black.
Slowly, Yugi opened his eyes. Or what he thought were his eyes. Suddenly, everything looked different, changed somehow. To his shock, his mouth opened and a voice that was not his own poured out in a language that he was sure he had never heard before. He looked down at his hands and saw that they were brown and sun-tanned, as if he had spent his whole life out under the light of day, without even the pause of night.
In the distance, he could hear the pounding of hooves against the sand, sounding like the rushing of a massive river, charging toward him. He looked up, and before him he saw his grandfather, bound and chained to the golden box like a slave. He felt his body move and kick at his Grandfather, but he yelled inside the head that was and wasn't his, feeling the taller body crumple down into a fetal position on the gritty, dusty ground. And again, the world went black.
Suddenly, Yugi found himself back in his own body and back in the hallway. Behind him, the golden box was open and empty, looking smaller and less significant in the dim light of the pyramid. Around his thin neck hung an upside down pyramid that shared an eye with the gilded box