Chapter 1

Beginnings of stories were often abnormal, as the protagonist must be somehow unusual and odd. Well, unusual and odd can also be replaced by the word "unique". Yes, they must be unique, or they were worth nothing, at least nothing meaningful to the great world they were in. And so it was, in the grand themes of such, when a glassy tube not unlike a coffin hissed open in midsts of a ruin, that it had to be something unique and important within, doesn't it?

But when a normal boy, ruffling his hair, with a face that had "I have no clue what just happened" written all over it. Well...what's there to be appreciated? Of course, there must be something right? The first step he took, two alarms rang. Both alarms served different master. One raised a red flag in the trip wire system that lid a red light and sound a siren deep underground. The other, however, lid a ring that shone under the gentle fingers of a girl, who now sat patiently facing many others. She slid her other hand over it, covering the glory of the gem. It would have to be dealt with later. Now, the master of the house was to speak.

"Thank you for faithfully arriving on time, and thank you for the presence of the Regents. They had came all the way from their realm, just in time to make the conference."

There was a mighty voice. It came from a throne, situated right in front of a long table. Seven seats lined the edges while many more lay in the darkness beyond.

"It had been at least twenty years since Dr. Musou first retrieved the Remnants from the depth of the earth, and it only took half a decade for the invention of the Revival Machine, the Machine that turned Remnants into what we know as the cards of Duel Masters that in turn formed the game of Duel Masters, a game of great power that in which brought back the ancient creatures that once lived on this land. The more the Machine digged, the more Remnant surfaced, leading to expansion of the known creatures, evolution creatures, spells, fortress, crossgears, and something more to be discovered.

"The game was so powerful that it undone how society had formed. For the first decade there was the Reformation, where Duel Masters were introduced to the general public. Then came the Great Terror of Zakira, the Annilator. In the year of the first Duel Masters, he went on a nearly unstoppable streak, demolishing everyone in his path, until the so called Heroes came to stop him. Zakira came back again three years later from hiding, and was once again stopped, and disappeared with his little league of evil into the darkness of history. Peace, however, never came back. Once Zakira perished, his Remnants remained, and the gods found their way into the world. At first they were in random hands of different Duel Masters, serving them without knowing their purpose until the surface of the Remnamt of the Original Heart. Now, my faithful and loyal followers, the time of unification has come.

"With me are the shards of the Remnant of Original Heart. These will instill its Will to whoever in possession of it. These will be given to my friends, my comrades, my family. We shall rise in arms. The total war had come. Simple destruction of our enemies is not enough. Annilation is required. So drink with me, as with it will come the power of the Original Heart, the one and only true ruler there will be. Drink with me so that our world will come into being."

A man rose from his throne. It was dark, though he was in a darker shade than the woeful color of the room. He opened his right hand, revealing glistening slivers of silver. In his left held a golden goblet filled with a dark red liquid that gleamed with brilliance of the finest ruby. The shards in his hands landed in the goblet. Ripples broke on the crimson surface.

"These are the Remnant of the Original Heart, may it bless you in your way."

He walked to the nearest Regent, and past the goblet to him.

Four shadows raised the same weapon, interlinked with each other, slumped on the center of his crest. "Regent of Realms, you had served It well. Drink." It was a command. And he obeyed.

Five joined hands, forming a ring, shining with every color in the center of her crest. "Regent of Mythology, you had served It well. Drink." It was a plead. And she agreed.

Two dragons lay ruined to two towers, one burning, one decaying, flew in the center of his crest. "Regent of Destruction, you had served It well. Drink." It was a debate. And he submitted.

Eight heads in four part formed a monster ready to kill in the center of his crest. "Regent T. Sovereign Lunatic, you had served It well. Drink." It was an ultimatum. And he surrendered.

Four figures unit in the greatest army with two more hovering above in great patience in her crest. "Regent C. Sovereign Literature, you had served It well. Drink." It was a creed. And she Answered.

Two dragons joined hand with Baal, erect in the center of his crest. "Regent of Music, you had served It well. Drink." It was a recommendation. And he took it.

Two giants of great might stood atop two palms with two glowing eyes behind. "Regent Magna, it is your turn, raise your goblet." It was a question. And she looked back into his eyes.

"No."

"Why so? It is time we unite in one. Here we sit in front of the legion, we have to demonstrate the greatness of our unity."

"We are already one under the power of the Original Heart."

"But the shard will unite us with the Will of the Heart."

"Then I see no peculiar reason in ingesting this shard. The Will of the Heart is already within us, and there was no need to do that." She got up. "If none of you mind, an alarm was raised." She put up her hand where her ring still shone with the brightness of the sun. "My friends and I shall deal with it. Still, continue with the conference. If it is the Will of the Heart, then we shall see how everything will proceed."

Three rose from the ranks of the others. "Ultia, Transia, Sagia, we take our leave. And otherwise, luck be with you all, and may you win your duels."

With that, the four left. Silence remained.