IRTB 6 EDITED
What a mess.
Both the front and back yards were covered in debris. With the power back on, Sam turned from the window to the television: The Weather Channel. According to the radar, the storm was over and the town wasn't going to have rain till some time after. Seto stood next to her, amazed at the "magical box that predicted the future". Good grief. Sam used the remote to turn off the TV. "Perhaps Isis could tap her power into this box…" Seto thought allowed. "Trust me Seto, that won't work." Sam said as she walked into the kitchen area. Seto just stared at her with a question on his face. The other priests were now in the kitchen around the table. The 'Journal of Demons' was shut and set in the middle. Sam, followed by Seto came up to the table just in time to hear the important part of the conversation. "So in short" Mahad said "there IS a spell in this book to create a portal to another world, but-" "then the problem is solved, is it not?" Seto cut in. there was silence while Mahad glared at Seto. "Alright, we're not starting this again." Sam stated, as she moved in between them. "Shade spoke up. "Please go on Mahad." he said, urging the conversation forward. "As I was saying," Mahad continued " It IS a spell for a transportation portal, but this particular on leads to… Ammit's sanctuary; to hell." Do to the fact that an awkward pause began to take place, Sam chimed in. " Well, um… how about redirecting it? Is that possible?" "Yes." Mahad said, but with less enthusiasm than she had thought. "There is a possibility that we can redirect the portal this spell conjures. However…" a grim look was on his face. "What? What's wrong?" she asks. "Ms. Samantha." Auknadin began. "In order to connect this world of yours to ours, we need a connector." "A connector?" "Yes. Both this world and the world we are reaching for MUST be striving to reach EACH OTHER. One cannot build a bridge by building only on one side of the river. The construction must be from both sides, so as to meet up half way. That is how we must create this particular portal." Sam looked back to Mahad, who was holding his the side of his head in his hands, with a very tight grip. The anxiety and pressure of the situation was clearly overwhelming him. Sam sighed. "Well, it's good you know this much already, but I think you all need to take a breather, clear your heads, and worry about the rest later." I was going o tell them about Bakura, but I don't think now is a very good time. No need to stress Mahad out more… Sam picked up the spell book, wrapped it back up, and returned it to her room. "Just forget all about this book for now, Mahad."
With the weather nice enough again, Mahad put down the shield. Deciding to leave the priests alone for a bit, Sam went outside to the tool shed. Might as well clean up the yard so mom doesn't have a COMPLETE panic attack when she gets home. Hauling a garbage can to the front yard, Sam put on her mom's gardening gloves on and got to work. She picked up branches and twigs and tossed each handful into the can. There was a whole lot of garbage on the lawn too, from the garbage can lying sideways in the neighbor's lawn. It was a real mess, and Sam wasn't too happy about it.
Inside, the priests were still thinking about the discovery Mahad had made, and how much trouble it would become. No one spoke to each other; they all just sat at the table, not moving. Not being one to sit still for long, Seto got up first and walked into the living room. Not particularly in a good mood, he thumbed through the bookshelf, pulling out a book about 'The Big Apple- Sights for Sore Eyes'. Sitting down with a frustrated grunt, Seto opened the book and flipped through the pages. Karim, Auknadin and Shada followed suit, leaving the kitchen and sitting down on the more comfortable sofa cushions. Back in the kitchen, Isis moved to the seat next to Mahad, and lightly put her hand on his shoulder. "This is more troublesome than I ever imagined." He said, then looking up at Isis. "I don't even know if all that we're fighting for is worth the risks involved, let alone if I have enough to pull it all off." His gaze went back to the floor. She gave a small smile. "Protecting our country and our king are worth any risk. But we are all fighting this, not just you Mahad." Isis replied. "We will fight alongside each other, all of us. This isn't your burden alone. That is why there are 6 priests, not one." Mahad managed a tired smile. "I'm grateful Isis, but in the end it is not our risk to take." "What do you mean?"
Outside, Sam had made a lot of headway. Now in the enclosed backyard, Sam was over half way done. "Whew!" she whipped the sweat from her forehead, not realizing she was leaving a mud streak in its place. I'm fixing it up pretty good, not bad. At least I'm getting time to think, and I'm sure the priests need some time to themselves. I'm an outsider to them after all. The sound of the screen door 'clacking' caught her attention. "Ms. Samantha," Came Karim, walking out to greet her. "Would you mind terribly if I helped you?" "N-no, not at all. Thank you Karim."
"Can you hold this here?" "Sure." Karim held a bundle of large branches in place, while Sam tied it. "All right, one more to go" she said, as Karim put it with the rest that were completed. "Other than this wood, what else must be done?" Karim asked. "Hmm, I think just re-planting some of my mom's flowers that were pulled out at the root." "Why don't you start on that, Ms. Samantha? I shall complete the last bundle." "Oh. Are you sure that's all right? I mean, you're a guardian of-" "I do not mind Ms. Samantha. Actually…" Karim began "I use to work a farm with my family when I was a child." "Really?" "Yes. I do not think of this as below me at all. It reminds me of my childhood, because I use to gather kindling for our fires." Karim looked up and found Sam looking back at him. "Oh. My apologies. I did not mean to-" "No no, it's fine." Sam replied with a smile. Karim watched as she turned and made her way to the flowerbed, and went on with his work.
The sun was setting as Sam and Karim came in. "So that strange green rope you have out there has the power to produce water?" Karim asked, as Sam grabbed a towel to clean off their shoes. "Well, sort of. That- it's called a Hose- is connected to the house, and all the water is transported here through underground pipelines." "Pipelines?" Karim said in a confused tone, while Sam handed him the towel. While they wiped themselves off, Shada popped up from around the corner. "Well," Sam continued, "it's like underground tunnels completely filled with water from a lake or river miles away." "That's extraordinary." He said, returning the towel to her. "Really? Well, I guess it is… after all there is 5000 years between our times." Sam said, still smiling. Then, the figure in the corner of her vision caught her attention. "Shada, Hi. I hope you all had a restful break." "Yes we have. Um… would it be alright if… we made a request for dinner tonight?" "Sure. I mean, there are just some Egyptian foods I still can't-" "Oh! No no." Shada said, "We just wish to try on of THIS cultures foods." "Alright, which will it be?" she asked, while Karim looked on. "I believe you call it… "Pizza"." "PIZZA? REALLY?" "What's Pizza?" Karim asked. A voice came from the other room. "It's this." Sam and Karim followed Shada with the voice to the connected living room. In there, Seto must have figured how to turn on the television, because the screen was on, and a woman was demonstrating a pizza on the Food Channel. Sam Almost burst out laughing. Best Random moment, ever.
"Thank you!" sam called out to the pizza delivery guy as he returned to his car. Sam had to admit, she had an urge for pizza too, but never expcted this. Oh well. Setting the extra-large box on the kitchen table, the priests all sat down and Sam served the slices. "Thank you." Auknadin said as she served him. "I know it was quite trivial, but is was something that interested us and take our minds off of the situation at hand." Sam just smiled. She found their sudden interest in American food adorable. "Enjoy." She said as she turned for the stairs. "are you not going to eat?" Mahad asked. "I'll eat some later. For now, I still need to clean up a bit." As she turned to the bathroom at the top of the stairs, sam heard Karim talk about his newly-found knowledge of a 'hose'.
Later that night, sam sat quietly in her room. She had called Katie, and had told her that 'all was well'. Now, she was comfy on her bed; YuGiOh Millennium World Manga spread all around her and her laptop on her pillow. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she tossed her pen down. I don't even know what I'm looking for. First, she had be looking up all she could on Bakura, but found that she knew all there was already. She was now studying the Duelist Kingdom saga, hoping to find some sort of clue to help explain how all this happened. I'd like to know what I could do to actually help.
Downstairs, Mahad lied awake on the sofa. 'How did this happen in the first place?' He asked himself. Mahad figured that if he could understand that, he would be able to solve his problems in no time. This wasn't the case however, so it frustrated him. Once again, Mahad racked his brain, going through all the information he had. 'In order to complete this portal, both sides need to be reaching for each other. We are reaching for our own world, but we still need someone or something to be back in our world to reach for this one… but how could we control something from our world from here?' Mahad sat up in frustration. Troubled, stressed and upset, Mahad went to the kitchen. Taking a glass from the cupboard, he filled it with the water from the fridge door, like Isis had showed him. He took a big gulp and let out a sigh. After standing in the dark for a while, Mahad decided on something: 'I need just one more look at that book.' Heading up towards Ms. Samantha's room, he saw the light coming from the other side of the door. "Ms. Samantha?"
"Hm?" Sam got up and went to the door. "Who's there?" "It is I, Mahad." EEP! "One moment!" Sam said, shoving the books in the closet, and tossing the laptop under her pillow. After that quick moment, Sam opened the door. "Can I help you Mahad?" "I wish to see the Journal of Demons once more today." Sam looked at the clock. 12: 36am. "But it's so late… are you sure you're not over-working yourself?" "Please Ms. Samantha, I do not care if I must handle the book myself." That was a clear giveaway that he was indeed stressed, and VERY tired. "Mahad, would you come in for a moment?" she said, gesturing in. "… of course. I do apologize for the late hour." Sam shut the door behind him. "Please, before I give you the Journal, " she began "I need Ito fully understand the situation, and all you know about this portal. I want to be able to help better. Becides, I can tell you're tired." Both of them sat down, Sam on the edge of her bed, and Mahad on her desk chair. After a moment Mahad said "Very well. It is best that you truly know what you're getting into after all." Sam grinned. " "So, tell me… what's troubling you?
"The Connector?" "Yes. " he replied. "It is truly a factor, and I'm not so sure what to do about it. " Sam listened patently so as to hear his entire explanation. "It is a long, and troublesome procedure. Once the connector is found, it must be sent to OUR reality from here. That way there will be sections on both sides reaching for each other, making a full connection easier to gasp: like tossing a rope across the river so both ends can begin building on those ropes. Do you follow?" Sam nodded, and Mahad continued. "As for the journey between the realities… once in between worlds, there many pathways. And when in between, one error in judgment can sent the portal back on its original course; to be devoured by Ammit in Hell." "Who's Ammit?" Sam asked. "Ammit is the devourer of hearts. Once he gobbles one's heart, they cease to exist. In Egypt the heart is needed to pass through judgment into the afterlife. I understand if you cannot make sense of this, I'm sure it is quite different from your land's beliefs." "Oh, no-no…" Sam said, "I understand. I have read about Egypt a bit in history books." Sam couldn't help but glance at the Millennium Ring hanging around Mahad's neck. "The Millennium Items are so cool-I mean, fascinating. They don't exist in our world, only yours. But still, I find them the most interesting. " Mahad thought for a moment. "Ms. Samantha. If… if it comes down to sending SOMEONE through to OUR side to help build the portal… if it needs to be, will you help me? Ms. Samantha?" Mahad had been thinking about this all day, and had decided that it would have best to be a person. Asking her out front now was better than trying to explain when the time came. It was indeed dangerous, but he knew of no one else.
Sam thought in silence. Mahad stood up. "I understand if you wish to think it over." As he headed for the door, Sam came up behind him. "I'll do it." He turned. " What? Are you certain?" "Yes, I'll do it, but on one condition. Teach me magic; how to defend myself against all this crazy stuff. If something goes wrong I want to be ready." "Alright, I'll agree to that." Mahad said. " If you had agreed, it was my intention to teach you anyway." A thought struck him. "I am not sure about monster summoning however, you would need stone slabs." "Heh heh." Sam grinned, "No worries, I think I've got that covered."