meijosui's Authoress Notes on Universe Play no. 5

Asmer or Asmar: What is the name meaning and origin of Asmar?

Is the name Asmar a girl's or a boy's name and what group of people name their babies Asmar?

The name Asmar has origin as Arabic, Muslim, Swedish and Asmar is a Boy/Male gender name

Meaning of Asmar: Deep Yellow; Tawny

The Horoscope and Astrology meaning of Asmar. Asmar means: With a Life Path 7, your numbers are (7, 16/7, 25/7, 34/7). Used 735 times in the bible is the foundation of God's word. It is a number of completion and perfection. It signifies collective consciousness, completion faith and spirituality, Mysticism, wisdom, peace, endurance. In Africa, seven is a symbol of perfection and unity. It is a thinker and searcher of truth. Number 16 represents wholeness, a symbol of perfect completeness. In terms of personality number, 16 are sociable with a great sense of humour. Usually, they are involved in charities and humanitarian foundations; helping the needy. They are efficient, responsible and committed to their work and expect others to react the same. In mathematics, number 16 is the sum of the first odd numbers 1, 3, 5, 7. Flexible in nature, twenty-five from the biblical standpoint symbolizes 'Grace upon grace'. Number twenty-five possesses a great mind and is excellent researchers. They are very critical and conduct investigations before making conclusions. -Names Meaning Dictionary.


Name: Carissa Margaux Dane (The Gissi or Pearl)

Age: 11 Years Old

Occupation: Accomplice and Scion of the Valkyria Mages

Nationality: Born in Sweden, holds no citizenship

Family: Daughter of the 'damned' Darrell in the Shadow Realm and Tasara Lilwen Dane; Niece of Kjetil Rubin and deceased Emalia Léopold, cousin to deceased Layla Léopold


Name: Tasara Lilwen Dane (The Sealed Fate White)

Age: 32 Years Old

Occupation: Leader of the Valkyria Mages

Nationality: Born in Sweden, holds no citizenship

Familly: Daughter of the 'damned' Darrell in the Shadow Realm and Tasara Lilwen Dane; Niece of Kjetil Rubin and deceased Emalia Léopold, cousin to deceased Layla Léopold


Name: Monk (Phi Long Tang)

Age: 70 Years Old

Occupation: Ranked 5.5 Rare Hunter Agents, Right Hand Man to Kenosha, Drupka Master

Nationality: Borders of Tibetan and Nepal

Family: Unknown

Name: Clara Harkin

Occupation: Industrial Illusion and First Born Drukpa Order

Age: 37

Nationality: Nepali-Canadian


Chapter 8- Through Maternal Intuitions

That fateful night of the mission marred many residences in Belfast and Budapest, which left them scarred with the irksome message of the R.H… Europe was in deep peril as the Leader's intentions rang true.

"I think Gamma was a good ploy and he is in the Shadow Realm!" The feminine voice burst from St Stephen's Basilica. "Darrell… oh, my silly husband is also in the… Shadow Realm…. Justus… not yet… my Daughter Gissi… not yet… The modern Astarte is smart but sadly he lost his sweet Layla and Emalia… oh, even his parents… That makes 2 to 4! I am winning… the cosmic battle." She laughed, as she was deluded.

The pearly séance Tasara Lilwen Dane learned of her daughter's disappearance the underground lair of Budapest. She and the Kenosha Leader have been grappling with each other long enough to find what they are looking for. He was too slow, that pathetic Justus was not fast enough. She held a photo of her late sister Emalia in an ash violet hair with her husband Kjetil and her niece Layla. Their ideas are flaunted for helping the Prophesied slave. Her iPad kept replaying the message the R.H. has broadcasted. Had Layla stayed indoors two years ago, the R.H. would not have established. He is much more challenging as the Millennium Rod somehow knew where she was hiding. Their ideas were flawed, pitiful sister Emalia Léopold! Her new hostages were already assembled as they were only tricked to have their project done abroad.

Clara was in handcuffs and so was Hugh. The team of twenty Industrial Illusion employees is at Tasara's mercy. "Abbey called, and this isn't right…" she whispered.

Hugh sighed, as his wife was so worried about her. "She is fine… she is like you…"

"No, I regress… I'm not fine; when the white fashioned woman is gone… take my bobby pin… I can try and fight the three guards and escape…" Clara whispered.

"You there! Have you got the Three Ka images?" A smug lackey with a top hat and round sunglasses and suit asked one of the women with a camera.

"Noh! I dun have it-" The man was shot by Tasara with a lethal object. Not a gun but with her bow and arrow with a red clover flower as its base. He was dead.

"Right… Maximillion Pegasus must still have those images somewhere. Where… O Where… O Where is my daughter…?" Tasara nonchalantly said. She was deranged. "The modern Astarte has her!" She stabbed the iPad of the R.H playing and its short circuit. She stood up from the chair and left to find a body she knew was coming for her. However, she looked into the shipping container. There was a body…it is still alive.

"Vetro!" She levitated the body; she knew who he was even without looking into the body bag. He was then laid as the floating container was left on the water. "Oh dear… red… a mind slave now… he awakens!" Tasara commands the body and Vetro's body deliver's Marik's message.

"It was you who refused my mother's wish and damned your sister Emalia and Layla by using Gamma. Those three women are dear to me and I shall have my revenge!" Vetro's body was immediately banished to the Shadow Realm.

"Ah…modern Astarte knows… and it is personal! What a terrible liar and I shall have my revenge as well. If you only knew your past life…" Tasara with one hand brushed it aside and the body disappeared to the depth of the water.

Tasara's Lackey was elsewhere… lucky… Clara had her Hugh pull her bobby pin with his mouth without the guards watching and drop it on his hand. He was trained in unpicking any locks. "Misère… May I…" Hugh unlocked Clara's handcuffs but retained the handcuffs position. "I think it is best if you go first before…they…" Both of them kissed. Clara wore a worried look for a second but she was then focused.

"You better go fast before they find out!" One of the colleagues said to Clara. Clara nodded. The escape was fast as the St Stephen's Basilica was also catered for the public and the open space was easily dismissed.

A guard wanted to count but they didn't. It was luck and Hugh pursed his lip hoping to distract them with a song he could come up with. A car passed by with a rap song. No the 'Cosmic Girl' by Jamiroquai and sang. Some of the colleagues joined. The night was warm, humid as Europe was entering summer. Clara dialled her voice messages with 98 Voice Messages of Abbey's calls, 20 from Bryn's calls. She dialled 949#.

ABBEY: "MUM! WHERE ARE YOU…?"

ABBEY: "PLEASE PICK UP… PLEASE"

ABBEY: "ARE YOU AND DAD OKAY", UNKNOWN BOY: "HEY IT'S OKAY… WE HAVE TO JOIN THE OTHERS…"

Her daughter was worried about her and she has a boyfriend? She smiled and a silver tear rolled down.

She first writes, "Oh Bey, sorry caught in overtime as there is an emergency for most but I'm ok-" No that was a lie… she quickly deleted the messages and she will call for Abbey as it was the best thing to reassure her that she is okay. No, she can't the Valkyria Mages have their data. She went to the nearest train station and sneaked in a carriage. This is survival and she needs to find her way back to Ireland or Canada to report to the authorities. The First Born of the Gandharva in the Drukpa Order she was trained for these situations.

Marik returned first to his ship first as he had to wait for Odion and Kjetil. The Throne Room was a little dustier again. He had a good glance at the little girl. She was awake and rough as Rivah was almost bitten by her. Marik pointed his Millennium Rod at her. "Not a very ladylike thing to do… Carissa…"

"IT IS IF YOU HAVE CAPTURED ME!" She shouted. "YOU TRESSPASSED SO I HAD TO DEFEND MYSELF, YOU JÄVEL!"

"Your profanity in Swedish isn't going to make me free you any more than your rudeness towards me… You are worse than little Bryn." Marik chuckled, as she knows the language too well.

"WHERE IS MY FATHER?" Marik remembered her, as she was Layla's 'kind of' cousin. Séances birthed into the world mother twins was a half myth to him.

"He is in the Shadow Realm having a party for failing my mission." He flashed a smug smirk and winked at her.

She screamed. "JÄVEL! JÄVEL! AGH!", until Marik showed her a photo of Emalia and Layla's past with him and the Elites.

"Gissi and Lay… Sound familiar…? No…? Offspring of the offspring Fate White Compassionate and the Fate Violet Passionate..." Marik hoped she knew this.

"Mercury and the Saturn aligned by polar solstices between two galaxies and three universes…?" He had signed the symbols.

Marik trailed again, "What about the 'Dost in valiant practitioners of Time and the Mind…?'" Carissa rolled her eyes.

"Edified and Purified in the Past within the Eternity done…?" Marik shrugged hoping he is giving enough hints through his quotes.

"As the Lamb and the Wolf weaved through the crevasses of the Shadowy Den, side by side but he will not bite." He pouts and raised his eyebrows. " Through sweet faith, he led by the biannual twilight through the pitching fields of Trifolium and Lavandula will end all slavery of keepers…"

"…The Hue and the Lesser Light through the forest of a doubt to save the foolish of the wisest… OLABISI AND ASTARTE!" He clicked his finger and points as he remembered the only ancient scripture he would recite from his mother Asiya's most treasured scriptures hoping she would know: 'Book of the Theurgists' Reverie: Genesee Epitome. It was the only thing that he would rather read over and over. Marik tried her.

"If Lilwen is a séance, does that make you a séance too?" Marik mocked and asked.

Carissa spits on and he wiped his face with his robe. "I'll take that as a no…" Marik scowled as he growled. He reacted with a sharp stinging backhand to her face.

She had no idea what he was talking about. She just stared at Marik like he is crazy. Nothing rang the bell. "Whatever… take her to Level 16… I'm done with her until Kjetil returns and I would think he would be pleased to reunite with his niece."

He sat there rather perplexed again or the mood has plummeted. His other Rare Hunters have not returned to report. Odion, on the other hand, has returned with Eddy Souza as the black vehicle pulled in the ship. He'd rather receive their reports later. He went to his elevator and to his room to rest.

Bryn thought he could probably latch the trailer to the van they all agreed. They were tired of peddling with the heavy suitcases. His feelings towards his parents kidnap remained the same with uncertainty and concern for their safety. As they reached the Rare Hunter's Ship the vehicle compartment was locked.

"Well, that's great… looks like we're not welcomed back…" Jordan rolled his eyes.

"Would they know we are here?" Bryn furrowed his eyes. What a pragmatic return for their team. "We have the cards though…lets run away…" Bryn laughed.

Oliver tried to contact Marik through telepathy but he probably wasn't around.

"Okay… he can't hear us. Jordan could you try the beeps."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP… BEEEEEEEEEEEP… Nothing happened.

"Oh MAAAASTEEEER MAAAARIIIIIIIK!" Kjetil yelled in amusement.

"WE"RE HEEEERE!" Oli chipped in.

"ANYONE THERE?!" Abbey joined

BEEEEEEP…. BEEEEEEEEP… Nothing again. Jordan. BEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

"So we wait, Kjetil?" Abbey asked.

"We wait…" Kjetil sighed.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP-

It's been half an hour and no one came out to see them. The later Benji spotted them and laughed. "HAHAHAHA"

"Thanks, Benji!" Oliver said.

"Anytime!" Benji shouted.

"Hey, could you open the compartment or hand us a ladder…" This was a handy moment. Finally, the gate opened and there stands Marik from his room level.

"WHY ARE YOU ALL SO LOUD?! BENJI SILENCE YOU FOOL!" Marik shouted on top of his lungs. He was clutching his robe and a toothbrush and brushing his teeth as he was wearing a loose black singlet top and grey boxers.

"But I opened the ship for them… Geez…" Benji muttered.

"We were locked out sir…" Kjetil informed him.

"Oh… Okay… Welcome home…" Marik rolled his eyes as he said sarcastically. As they entered Bryn was wondering about Level 9 so he went straight there while Oliver and Kjetil sort out the reports for Marik.

Bryn thought it was odd that there was no one in Level 9 until he realized there was no food being cooked.

"OH, MY GAWD! THIS AIN'T HAPPENING!" Bryn yelled as he saw no one was cooking on the ship.

"What are you yelling about Bryn?" Marik finally met him, frowning at his lackey.

"No one was cooking!" Bryn stated the obvious.

"We both came back from a mission Bryn… My team already took the leftovers and I'm not that famished. We both succeeded." Marik said although he did lie about his hunger.

"Shall we go up and sort the cards?" Marik pulled Bryn's left elbow to the elevator and hence they went up to the Throne Room.

"You were successful too, Master Marik?" Bryn asked.

"Yes I was successful and perhaps if I wasn't, We both could chill in the Shadow Realm…" Marik said cynically. Bryn barked with laughter.

The team was unloading the briefcases in Level 16. Marik returned to the Throne Room and Bryn was not happy with Marik's lack of communication with his parents and neither was Abbey. In the morning, the chamber was fuelled with an unprecedented tension. Reports were filed and Marik was very particular with some wording.

"That's right, they have hostages… the news of disappearing employees. I was surprised the Harkin parents work for the same project…" Marik chuckled Bryn frowned. Abbey, in particular, gritted her teeth and glared at the boy in charge.

"What seems to be the problem Abbey?" Marik furrowed his eyebrow.

Oliver was beside her as they sat together, prompting her not to confront their Master. "Don't-"

"When were you going to tell us our parents were missing? You brought us to the Industrial Illusions' event- TO SURPRISE US ABOUT OUR PARENTS' DISAPPEARANCE?! HOW DARE YOU!" Abbey lashed out, as she had never held so much enmity towards the employer. Oliver tried to calm her, as he knew Marik doesn't accept empathy well when blames are directed to him.

Marik laughed as he thought of his role of a misinformed mission was fate's doing. He was half aware of the consequences.

"I don't remember hearing about your parents being in the Industrial Illusions, I was only informed that they work abroad for Information and Data companies." Marik shrugged. "Why… You should have written that information in your application letter."

"YOU FUCKING JERK, YOU-" Oliver held Abbey, as she was about to lunge at their Leader. Bryn then cuddled Abbey whilst trying to calm her down.

"Abbey it's okay… Master Marik is trying to help us find them!" Bryn panicked.

Marik stood up as flicked his Millennium Rod. He was right at the back of Bryn and snatched Bryn away from Abbey. "Bryn belongs to me, he is my servant…" as he forced her to her knees with his Millennium Rod. "And you… are merely just his sister in the lowest rank." Marik dragged the stunned boy to his throne and made him sit underneath his feet. Abbey was tearfully holding onto Oliver tried to comfort her. Odion, Rivah, and Kjetil stood by the throne. Rivah smirked as his Boss always gets his way. They made more tension when Bryn stood up and stomp on Marik's foot. He dashed to Abbey and took her hand and ran to the elevator.

Profanity in Arabic was all he could blurt out as the pain shot through. "BRYN!" Marik yelled.

Bryn and Abbey closed the elevator door and pressed Level 16. "Bryn, why did you just make Master Marik mad again?" Abbey was worried about her brother. She hugged her brother.

"We're going to find our parents!" Bryn shouted.

"That's going to make him even madder! I shouldn't have yelled at him…" Abbey countered.

"But he's already a mad psycho kid, sending us to do the crime-" The Elevator automatically reverted back up instead of down and the screen wrote 'M.M.I.M.K' and a feminine robotic sound that said 're-program'.

"MMK?" Bryn wondered what that meant.

"Master Marik Ishtar's Master Key…" Abbey muttered. As the door opened, the four higher ranks stood on either side of the elevator. Marik was in the middle as he is absolutely furious about Bryn.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE! "He used his Millennium Rod and slammed him to the back of the wall. A sharp sting on his shoulder produced a distasteful sound.

Abbey screamed as two of her hand covered her mouth, "BRYN!" Her olive eyes of utter terror and Marik's fierce lavender was the only thing he remembered. The remaining second of consciousness was a rendering change of darkness as his consciousness faded, as it gradually fades Marik's expression changed matching his sisters.

Marik closed his eyes as he sat by Bryn in his own room. While pinching his bridge of his nose as he had sprained the poor boy's ankle in his lashing out process at the elevator scene. He was only sleeping and he detested the fact that Bryn wanted to plan something outside of his duties and the other was his own duty as the Leader of the Rare Hunters was overpowering.

"Abbey…" Bryn muttered and groaned. Marik placed a hand on his forehead as he remembers the girl that used to do that to him in the past.

Bryn began sobbing as he opened his eyes to see Marik. "Go away…" Bryn realised Marik had been by his side all this time.

"You are in my room Bryn, and your ankle was sprained," Marik said as though they were expressionless. He watched Bryn trying to avoid him again as he quickly shut his eyes.

Marik gripped his Millennium Rod, "YOU FOOL! WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO DO ON LEVEL 16?" Raging from the previous event, Marik had bottled his anger at Bryn for his display of avoidance. Yelling was the only thing that could resolve his discipline to his young Rare Hunter.

"I-" Marik pushed the contents from the table, livid with rage. Odion was eyeing on Bryn like he has done something wrong, as well as his sister who was bowing to Marik this whole time feeling helpless.

"YOU WERE PLANNING TO RUN AWAY TO FIND YOUR PARENTS!" Marik screamed pointing his Millennium Rod at Bryn. He placed his Rod on the side.

Marik grabbed the boy's chin as Bryn cried. Marik was hurting him; his grip was so strong he gasped while eyeing him incredulously.

"I'm sorry Master Marik, I'm very, very sorry…" Bryn sobbed.

Marik locked his hands around his neck and was about to strike him with a fist. However, as he glanced at his lackey's remorseful face he suddenly hugged the little boy as he would hug his sister. He knew he couldn't lose another person who loved his own family. He remembered the night Emalia and Layla were murdered, as they were loyal to him.

"Bryn… don't do that again… "Marik couldn't bear it anymore so he hugged him tighter, it surprised Bryn. Marik was still pissed at Bryn but he knew it was shortly fused by the fact that he didn't want to lose another Rare Hunter over their family matters again. They had a choice, as they are his employ. He got up and dashed past the door and slammed it shut. Odion followed Marik out of the room, it was Marik's room but his lackey had a sprained ankle.

Abbey helped Bryn up as he got up, "Master Marik was worried you know," she sympathetically said.

"He used his Millennium Rod on me and it hurt-hurts… he kind of threw me back with a heavy force." Bryn could feel his back and ankle throbbing at the same time.

"He is very strong with the Staff of his…"

"Uh, even my shoulder hurts…"

"Look… he wrote a note to you while you were still lying unconscious." Abbey brought the paper to him. "He does care for you… just try to let him handle mom and dad's situation." Marik's perfect cursive writing as all Bryn could admire, it is as though he had practised calligraphy before.

'If you take another step out of this ship, I will not hesitate to take you on a journey to the Shadow Realm. I know you will think twice about your actions. I also know you are not a fool, Bryn! You need rest in order to heal your ankle and don't disappoint me again! I am making a plan for our own mission together… I assure you, your parents will be found…' –Yours Truly, Master Marik.

"He's strong… just be careful, we need to sit back and let him handle things… I'm sorry Bryn." Abbey hugged Bryn.

"Odion seemed to be displeased with me…" Bryn said.

"H-he is, especially treating Master like that, we ought to be heavily disciplined by Master Marik. Rare Hunters is no joke Bryn! Odion even suggested that you should be grounded in a sort of way. Have some rights revoked... I'm not kidding!"

He glanced at two crutches that were ready for him. They were his height and eventually he needed to apologize to Marik properly. He hadn't had any sustenance since the camp. Abbey took the crutches over to Bryn and he hoisted himself up.

As Bryn continued to make his way to the elevator with Abbey and he went straight to the Throne Room. As the door opened, Marik wasn't there. They tried again to Level 9 but that floor was forbidden as Bryn scanned.

"I can't seem to access Level 9!" Bryn panicked. That was what Odion meant by having their rights revoked. He was redirected to Level 10 instead. They both looked at each other. It was a floor they have never entered. The floor was carpeted. He could hear Marik's chuckle with another familiar voice.

"…so travelling your way here to meet me has taken quite a toll on your frail body? Have you located the Sceptre of Hemsut or do I have to find it myself? It is after made of red jasper and amethyst, it's very hard to miss. Emalia gave me specific instructions and I need you to find it for me!" Marik uttered, as Bryn walked in and he saw his Monk Teacher.

"I do have the location, my Lord but it will come with finding out what the Kenosha Leader plans to gain from the Sceptre of Hemsut.

"Mmmm-monk Phi Long!" Bryn was surprised as he saw his Monk prostrating before Marik. Bryn was happy to see his teacher and so was Abbey. Bryn forgot he was on crutches and stumbled just in time for Abbey to catch him. The monk hugged the two siblings.

"YOU WERE MEANT TO REST BRYN!" Marik yelled. He growled as he didn't want to be interrupted.

"Wow! I miss you soo much!" Bryn laughed and Abbey giggled. They all ignored Marik.

"I miss you two very much, glad to have you two here." The elderly cuddled them and the two Harkin siblings squealed.

"Mister Tang! Glad you could come… but how did you know Master Marik?" Abbey said. Marik sat unamused at the three of his lackeys were ignoring him until Abbey pointed.

"Yes, I know your Monk and he is serving me…" Marik growled and he stood up. "BRYN! COME WITH ME!" Marik walked pass Abbey and Monk Phi Long and waited for Bryn to hop over to him. Marik was still furious at him and it will take a while until he cools down.

Marik could have sworn Monk Phi Long was smirking at him but he quickly dismissed the notion. Should he have used his Millennium Rod? He frowned as he thought for a second and quickly shook it off.

Bryn tried to smile just to cheer his Master but he only received more death glares from the Egyptian Teen. Marik proceeded and went straight back the elevator for Bryn to rest in his room.

Bryn stopped and tossed his crutches to the side and literally kneeled. "MASTER I AM REALLY SORRY! DON'T SEND ME TO THE SHADOW REALM!" Bryn burst into tears; he tugged on Marik's robe and started kissing his black boots. Marik knew this was the first time Bryn displayed fear of going to the Shadow Realm. The note rang true to trigger the boy's genuine apology.

"…get up Bryn… I was angry that time; I tend to write what is in my mind when I feel a sense of uncertainty. Rationality wasn't there when I wrote the note." Marik kneeled down with Bryn and placed a hand on his shoulder. Marik's facial expression softened with a sweet smile. He glanced at Bryn as he accepts his apology.

"B-but your writing is so neat to be passed as being angry. I-I mean when I am angry I tend to scribble." Bryn furrowed his eyebrows.

"I've always written perfectly without having to erase anything. Anyway, I still cannot let you see Monk Phi Long Tang. He is still working for the Kenosha even if he is working for me." Marik said sternly.

"How do you deal with complicated contracts?" Bryn asked shyly and Marik sighed.

"Stay away from Monk Phi Long! He is a Kenosha and a Rare Hunter. The reason why he is serving me is he is half infiltrating us as a Kenosha and he is half infiltrating Valkyria Mages for a piece of artefact similar to the Millennium R-rod... His full allegiance is yet with Kenosha. And partly because I pay well too…" Marik scowled as he disclosed the sceptre unwillingly.

"Master Marik… it's okay, I understand I can't talk to my teacher but could I talk to him outside of work?" Bryn smiled.

"No." Marik simply said. He pointed to Bryn's nose sternly, he will take you out of my employ and that is where it gets complicated. "He will make you betray me and when that happens, the Shadow Realm awaits you!" He stood up, as he was referring to the Elite that has betrayed him, including Ray.

Bryn was surprised, Marik whom he had always been close to said it finally. The true consequence of betrayal is the Shadow Realm. This meant he has to obey Marik in missions and out of missions. "I know that won't happen, my Dear Little Bryn, I believe that you are loyal to me."

A sudden knock met their ears. It was Farah the shy slave whom Marik dreads. She timidly looked at the ground with her fingers to her mouth.

"M-master Marik…" both Marik and Bryn stood up for Farah to bow to Marik. The girl was still terrified of Marik even when his kind Rare Hunter was present.

"What is it? SPEAK UP FARAH!" Marik screamed at her.

"T-the b-bath i-in L-level ss-sixteen i-is cl-clogged u-up…" Farah was so frightened of the Egyptian teen.

"THEN GO AND FIX IT YOU FOOL!" Marik was yanked her up by her hair and spun her around and gave her a kick hard in her rear. She stumbled making Marik laugh at her cruelly.

Bryn couldn't believe his Master was capable of slave mistreatment. "Uh, Farah… could you lead me there, I could help you…" Bryn offered.

"No, you're resting!" Marik demanded Farah to leave. Bryn obediently sat on Marik's bed. Marik did not complain because he barely sleeps on his bed anyway. He graced Bryn with an ice pack to alleviate his swollen ankle.

Farah asked one of the Rare Hunters to help. Benji was kind enough to go down Level 16. Ironically it was next to the new prisoner's cell of Carissa Margaux Dane. She laughed sinisterly as the two were unclogging the pipes.

Behind the potato sack was the pastel captive. "I see my presence have been ignored… wait till my mother hears about this!" Carissa hissed.

Benji's heart skipped as the sinister sassy girl clicked her fingers and the sack magically disintegrated into thin air. Her magenta orbs coldly mocked them with a smirk.

"I am Gissi… I just didn't want to reveal my powers yet, Astarte! HAHAHAHA!"

"AAAGGGGHHHHH!" Benji and Farah were thrown back as the mysterious girl. She levitated the two and zapped them with her finger and they were thrown backwards and now unconscious.

She waved the padlocks as though she was a Jedi and the gate swung open. She skipped past some of the cells and one triggered her memory. "Well… I smell Uncle Kjetil." She mused and opened all the cells.

"Come out and, play, boys!" She chuckled as each and every cell opened and the prisoners opened the cell. She allowed them to run to the elevator, as some were hacking the craft's exit. The security alarm began to sound and therefore Marik will be alerted.

Marik and Bryn jumped as the siren went off. "What's going on Master Marik?"

"Prisoners… they have bailed…" Marik growled, he then grabbed him, Millennium Rod.

"STAY HERE AND DON'T LEAVE!" Marik watched the crowd from outside leaving his ship and he came out to the deck and raised his Millennium Rod glowed, and they all collapsed. Marik was furious, as he had learned the truth of Farah's mishap.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Marik sneered. Marik fearlessly.

"SEIZE THEM!" he ordered and there his Rare Hunters obeyed from the lower grounds. For the first time, Bryn saw how powerful Marik was going against a crowd of the prisoner who was trying to escape as they were even grown men. The group of Rare Hunters in indigo robes swamped the Irish pier, making sure that there isn't anyone escaping. Marik 's eyes darted as every neuron he was connected was cut off from the escapees' mind.

The Valkyria Mage Scion had at least five prisoners follow her to Marik's room. She wore the incredulous expression hoping to destroy something in her path. Then the elevator opened with Carissa and the crowd of other vile prisoners swamping in.

As Bryn heard the pounding of Marik's door, he panicked. He hid under the sheets, hoping whoever is on the other side of the door does not hurt him or terrorize the Rare Hunter ship. She blasted Marik's door and Carissa levitated Bryn.

"AGH! HELP MASTER MARIK!" Bryn shouted. Marik turned around, as he was bewildered at Bryn's mid-air fight against the girl's powers. Bryn was definitely not having his day cut out for him… Not today.

"BRYN!" He then eyed incredulously at the very culprit Carissa who now has his Rare Hunter. Clenching his teeth, Marik knew what to do… He just smirked and moved one step closer inside. He also seized all his prisoners' minds and thereby collapsed.

"So you are Gissi after all, granddaughter of Conrad and Helena Léopold who found the twin séances near the Temple of Karnak: Emalia and Lilwen." He was referring to the power she had in the past.

"Of course I am! And Layla was my cousin! You were in love with her!" Carissa screamed. Marik's skipped a beat as he remembered two years ago.

"Careful!" Marik warned her.

"I was pretty sure Gamma wanted to ravage my Aunt on that fateful night. Stalkers alert…" Carissa mused. "…As for Layla… she will never be resurrected nor live beyond Anubis' judgment. The Princess of Rare Card Hunting couldn't even control her own time."

"You know nothing about Layla! SO SILENCE!" Marik used his Millennium Rod to seize complete control of her mind subduing her powers with his own as he motioned closer to her. He unsheathed his Millennium Rod and grabbed her neck with pure rage. Bryn fell hard on the ground as Carissa was at the mercy of Marik.

He pinned her down by pressing the sharp end of the Millennium Rod against the frightened girl's shoulder as warm crimson liquid came out. She screamed as Marik pierced deeper and twisting the blade. "YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT LAYLA, NOTHING YOU HEAR ME!" Marik screamed. Bryn was frightened of Marik's rage.

"Master… was L-Layla the reason you started the R-rare Hunters? " Bryn sobbed. Marik.

"WHO TOLD YOU THAT?" Marik yelled as he roughly pulled the Millennium Rod out roughly from his captive.

Marik was still controlling Carissa as he pointed to Bryn. "Oliver told me… H-he told me how he became a Rare Hunter and how you knew of a woman and a girl named Emalia and Layla."

He sighed and so he decided to straddle on Carissa, she as his prisoner. "You're right, I loved both Emalia Kjetil's wife and Layla who was Kjetil's daughter… they were like family to me…" Marik pinned the girl tighter. "AND THIS IS CARISSA, HER COUSIN!" He turned her around and locked her arms together.

Gilbert, Kjetil, Rivah, Oliver, and Odion finally came in from the elevator and walked over their prisoners.

"Master Marik! We came as quickly as we could!" Five of the top Rare Hunters bowed.

"EXCELLENT! TAKE THE PRISONERS TO LEVEL 16 AND I NEED MAXIMUM SECURITY! And Kjetil… there is someone you ought to reunite…"

Oliver came in and helped Bryn stand up and found Marik glaring incredulously at him. "Why have you told Bryn about our establishment of the Rare Hunters?!" Marik growled.

"Not everything, sir, just what I knew because Bryn asked me how I joined you," Oliver said honestly. He handed Marik the handcuffs for Carissa.

"I will share the rest to Bryn when I have the chance…" Marik was slightly jealous of Oliver's friendship with Bryn. He locked the girl's hand tightly. Carissa was hurting as her shoulder was still bleeding from Marik's assault. He wasn't afraid to defend Bryn either. Marik watched his Rare Hunters piling the bodies of the prisoners in the elevator and smirked. All the unconsciousness was his doing.

"Where are Farah and Benji?" Marik knew that Carissa knocked them down.

"They are safe, Abbey is tending them and some other casualties. All the prisoners are being escorted back to their cells." Oliver said.

"Carissa is my niece… yes, I remember her when she was a toddler… quite a feisty youngster like her mother." Kjetil chuckled.

Bryn hopped down to check the girl. Marik frowned. "What are you doing Bryn?" Carissa whimpered, despite her callous actions, Bryn saw as sweet girl in her magenta optics.

"She's really beautiful, Master Marik…" Bryn smiled at the pastel pink and blue haired girl. Truly captivated by her supple pale skin. He touched her hand and Carissa gasped.

Marik tsked, as his lackey was being too kind. "She is our prisoner, there is no way she is falling in anyone's hand of love." Marik was more brutal to her than anyone.

"Master Marik, what is a real name?" Bryn asked kindly to the girl. Marik stared at his lackey as though Bryn had gone a little crazy.

"Why are you asking me her name? I hope capturing dates doesn't become a trend in Rare Hunters…" Marik rolled his eyes in aslant as he stated the impossibility.

"I… Oh, maybe someday you might fish out a beautiful girl too to date. I mean it, Master Marik!" Bryn grinned.

"That depends on Hemsut, Bryn!" Marik growled.

"I-I'm Carissa Margaux Dane…" a single silvery tear trailed down her cheeks. Both Marik and Bryn turned to her.

"Margaux meaning pearl in French right." Bryn tilted his head and asked curiously. Bryn then opened secret compartment of the largest bead in his mala, only a true Drupka fighter wields a mala. There was a tiny pearl with a silver chain. He gave it to her by letting her wear it.

"I am Bryn Wesley Harkin. Harkin as the piggy." He grinned hoping to catch a small giggle from the girl. It didn't work. Oliver helped bandage Carissa's shoulder, as the wounds were quite deep. Marik wasn't merciful with his captives. Oliver, on the other hand, was a caring Rare Hunter and Bryn loved that thing about Abbey's boyfriend.

"It's hard to tame my niece you know, young Bryn. Even Layla was afraid of dealing with the two-year-old monster cousin so good luck with her." Kjetil said lightly. However, Marik growled as he saw how easy it was for Bryn to warm up to the wild girl.

"Layla tolerates people more than you think, Kjetil! I'm surprised you do not even know your own daughter!" Marik really loved her. "Now… Carissa, I want to know where are the card and sceptre… You know what I mean…"

"I am afraid, the truth is I am afraid to be captured, but this boy… Bryn seems to be different and he is kinder than Astarte. Perhaps I should join them…" Carissa looked at Bryn and then glanced at Marik who is quite a spine-tingling to look at. Marik was very good looking but something about Bryn's sweetness made her accept that the little boy her age was kinder that her captive. So she would reveal to get to know the boy, Bryn.

"They are… in Dubai in the Valkyria Mages Headquarters… that is where my mother wants to prevent the 'The Cosmic Split of fate', in the headquarters. I would probably say, my mother."

Marik chuckled as he yanked her injured shoulder. "Good! Take her back to her cell, or even better, the room that is sealed on Level 6. You could say it is more like a hospitable chamber." He said to Oliver.

"Wait! What is the cosmic split?" Bryn asked.

"Bryn, listen carefully and I will only share this once. My Ancestors had prepared a scripture against Zalaam. I do not know who he is…It is just a wishful parting request my mother had requested against my initial rites. Only the splitting from the Sceptre of Hemsut will prevent a being from overtaking the world. I think it is folklore but honestly, I just want Layla resurrected." Marik rambled thinking about the Ishtar clan duties.

"Rites?" Bryn asked.

"None of your business Bryn!" Marik sternly said. "Oliver had mentioned my time as a refugee in Beirut, it means I have had shared with Layla our past life…"

Flashback

Marik held Layla as he kissed her cheek, at the lodge in Beirut. The night where everyone was asleep, they were in bed as she sneaked to him. Marik was possessive of Layla, as he knew the book he and Odion held was about his reincarnation in the past. Malek Astarte and Rehema Olabisi. Layla was Rehema as she was a practitioner of time and now medicine. He was Malek Astarte the wielder of fate to decide. The tiny book was an antique written at the time of Queen Cleopatra's existence.

"Layla… or my Rehema, my mother passed this down to me and I never knew her. Her name was Asiya and it was the only thing that gave me comfort along with the Book of Y-Meta." He wrapped his arms around the little girl. They both locked their mouths together and lifted her hair away from her face.

"It must be much more comforting than your Tomb Keeper's Initiation…" She whispered. Marik grunted remembering how Emalia and Layla were also against the Ishtar's slavery to the Nameless Pharaoh.

"The Pharaoh murdered my Father, his servant…" Marik growled. He loosened his grasp on Layla and pinned her suddenly. "But I don't care as my damned father deserved that fate!" He leaned forward to Layla and kissed her further, drowning her with his saliva. She pushed Marik away.

"I'm too young Mister Astarte." She pouted and followed by a cheerful grin.

Then Marik kissed her more as he wrapped the elegant body. "Not if I say we aren't… Our time extends beyond our grave of this time and space interim my Dear Olabisi." Marik chuckled.

Later they sat together and read 'The Book of Theurgists' Reverie-Genesee Epitome' together.

"[1]This is the power of Gissi and Lay, they are offspring of the offspring of Fate White Compassionate and the Fate Violet Passionate. [2]Mercury and the Saturn aligned by polar solstices between two galaxies and three universes. [3]Dost in valiant practitioners of Time and the Mind.[4]Hemsut granted the two stones of Jasper and Amethyst to the Violet One to par with the White's Millennium. [5]Edified and Purified in the Past within the Eternity as history will repeat thyself with the death of the Compassionate Violet, she will be revived to split the mind of destiny to face the ultimate challenge of Pure Zalaam who manifest its own identity of the host.

[6]The Fate of Lay Violet Passionate will embody a fate without the notion of change. The Sceptre of Hemsut will be reclaimed and only Gissi will be alive powerless.[7] The Fate of the Gissi White Compassionate will embody dramatic changes as this Scripture and the Sceptre will be wielded by Lay through a reawakening. The Pits of Duat shall vindicate her with compassion.

[8]The Lamb and the Wolf weaved through the crevasses of the Shadowy Den, side by side but he will not bite. [9]He measured the Compassionate by leading her to the Realm of the Wilderness, the Realm of the Sanctified and there they met Zalaam, the Spirit Ghoul and made a deal. [10]Through sweet faith he led by the biannual twilight through the pitching fields of Trifolium and Lavandula will end all slavery of keepers. [11]There, Astarte unearthed twins who will break Slavery of the Royal Decree. [12]She was the Dearest to him, and he the Dearest to her throughout the ages of Gissi, whereas the ages of Lay, a rendered beginning was rewritten. [13]The Fates will not clash, as that is also the will of Astarte and Olabisi. [14]The Hue and the Lesser Light shone through the forest of a doubt to save the foolish of the wisest, Hemsut cultivated for Lady Olabisi."

"We both wrote this when we were… Malek Astarte and Rehema Olabisi." Marik smiled as Layla. "And if I may recall, you have two markings on your palms to control time." Marik was so possessive of the girl.

"Did your back hurt?" Layla asked. Marik glared at her.

"Yes… and I will have my revenge on the Pharaoh once I find him!" Marik almost raises his voice.

"Now, now, you mustn't raise your voice. I need you to understand that when I saw you on the boat, it was my mother the séance and my powers as Lay who have found you." Layla said to Marik.

"I need to find the Hemsut to resurrect you if you die someday…" Marik rolled his eyes. "For now I have my Millennium Rod to depend on…"

"Yeah… my palm isn't the same as Rehema's anymore." Layla looked dull.

"Not if you keep finding Duel Monster cards of a rarity for me they aren't many who are willing to serve me, My Dear… I need you…" Marik was very much in love with the 11-Year-old girl. He kissed her palm.

"I'm just going to say, I am in love with taking cards but since when are they for you Mr Ailing Astarte?"

"I think when you treat me for recovery, I absolutely appreciate the love that you have for me. I prefer the fate of being with you…" Marik confessed. She blushed and that made her squeaked.

"I'll tell mom if you start seducing me, you Golden Weasel… I still think to have two fates mean you do get to meet a beautiful girl in the Fate of Lay. They both will happen just in another macrocosm. A little thing called the Multiverse." Layla confirmed with him.

"Now, we're talking the cosmos, I like the intellectual side of you, I'd rather have the Gissi fate." Marik chuckled.

"You're wrong…only the Lay Fate will let me rest in Duat's unforsaken order… In both fates, Lay and Gissi cannot co-exist together. That is the cosmic law, in the same millennia… it is foretold that no one can be resurrected…I don't believe in reincarnation Marik, I just believe in card collecting." Layla pushed Marik away and left him wanting to leave the world so that she will not be forsaken in her second judgment, Anubis forbids that Afterlife of second judgment in the same millennia.

End Flashback

Bryn was just staring at Marik as he just heard about Marik's flirty obsession with Layla. Carissa then got up as Oliver helped her. She winced as Marik's did damage to her nerve.

"Master Marik… I never knew the Rare Hunters were just Social Workers and Forensics…" Bryn said plainly.

Marik chuckled, "A lot had happened, I think only by splitting the cosmos will bring Layla back and you will meet her. I just don't know how this will work out, splitting Universes but The Theurgists' Reverie had foretold of this phenomenon."

Bryn's eye brightened as he heard about the universes. He remembered how his dad used the take him to the Physics Fair and splitting of microcosm and macrocosm. However, hearing that Gissi and Lay cannot coexist in the same world is a mystery.

"Correct…"

"Wow!"

"You know your ankle isn't as swollen as you think now Bryn, no matter… I will have you rest a further and we shall discuss our undercover matters…"Marik smirked.

"Master Marik… it was quite callous of you to handle prisoners like that. I just haven't seen how powerful you are against the crowd without having to battle them." Bryn was kind of frightened of Marik's recent display of his powers from the Millennium Rod.

"It is for your own safety Bryn… that girl would have killed you if I didn't help you." Marik justified.

"Could we keep her though?" Bryn grinned.

"Like I said, she is like Layla, by all means… we will keep her until we find the Sceptre of Hemsut." Marik said sarcastically. Ideally, Marik loved female captives because he could deal with them however he wanted. Layla, on the other hand, was a queen to him in Rare Hunters.

"What about your back?" Bryn timidly asked

"What back, nothing happened, it was just… a posture problem… you know love's jokes." Marik lied with a cynical grin. He didn't want to reveal any more to his lackeys. It was his Tomb Keepers initiation scarification.

"Oh… s-sure Master Marik…" Bryn scratched his head.

"What has it got to do with the Pharaoh?" Bryn wheezed and shook his head as though his Master was deluded.

"As I said, lovers in-joke… you will get it when you… going out with that malevolent prisoner Carissa at some point in time…" Marik felt awkward trying to conceal the strifeful truth with a light-hearted joke. He growled from his throat.

Bryn sat and placed the ice pack back on the chair. Monk Phi Long entered the room as Marik had something important to relay to him.

The crowded facility of Budapest Ferenc Liszt International Airport, where a man was rather mean to a group of potential passengers. Hungary was normally polite but not today at the check-in counter.

"Where is my boarding pass? WHERE IS MY BOARDING PASS? HA! I HAVE A FAULTY MACHINE TODAY… GO BACK AT THE BACK OF THE LINE!" The man in uniform exploded in front of everyone. Clara bit her lips and shook her head.

Clara pushed in front of the line, "Hey! If you think treating customers are going to stall this line with your dissidence of your company's technology, I suggest you let a staff know. Customers are not to blame! Anyway, I'm a Drukpa, what is the fastest way to Belfast?" She showed the man her tattoo given by her monastery on her shoulder.

"A-a Drupka!" The man was afraid of Clara, as her monastery was infamously known to be tough. He called another staff member to direct the customers he had yelled at and Clara herself to the next counters.

The lady on the other side of the counter supplied a free ticket for Clara because of her status in the Drukpa Order. "Listen… I'm still looking for an old pal of mine, I wonder if you could direct me to him? As it is an emergency."

"Yes, what is his name?" The lady asked.

"I think it is Phi Long…" Clara said, "My reception is still a Belfast sim card." Clara sighed.

"Yes, Ma'am. I can lend you a phone." The clerk agreed. She handed Clara a Blackberry phone for her to call the elderly monk. As it dialled, someone successfully picked up the phone.

["Monk Phi Long can't be here at the moment… who is this?"]

A Thirteen-Year-Old Boy picked the phone up, he sounded pretty hoarse and nasally at the same time and sounded pretty pissed. "I'm Clara! This is an emergency!"

["A woman, you fool! Answer your phone for once!" The rude boy growled]

["I think you ought to have your own hearing tested!" He then sighed, "Sorry please leave a message, the old geezer cannot answer the phone"]

[Then someone sounded like Bryn said, "I can talk to her… it's okay Master Marik."]

"Bryn…? Why are you in Belfast?" Clara was shocked to hear Bryn is in Belfast.

["Mum! How a-are- u-umm, uh… Are you safe?" Bryn almost cried.]

"I am honey, but your dad is still a hostage. I can't say where but please whoever you're with… that rude ratty sounding boy you are with… tell him to respect elderly people. Tell Phi Long to pick me up at the Belfast International Airport at eight o'clock and take me to the Industrial Illusions. Tell me about school another time. Whatever…. Whatever it is… you are not in trouble… at- least not from me, baby…" Clara cried.

In Marik's room, Marik was chatting with Monk Phi Long about the last Kenosha Undercover mission. Bryn listens intently as it was about specifically Marik and Bryn's exclusive mission. Monk Phi Long places his phone on the dining table as he sent his reports to Marik.

"They are all located at Stormont in the Parliament Building. The Kenosha have replicated a photograph of just one Divine Ka: Slifer the Sky Dragon." Marik clenches his fist as he hears such news of an important image has fallen into the wrong hands.

"Whether you are working for Kenosha or me, you know your best interest lies with me and the child here! If I find out that it is a bait, I promise you, Monk Phi Long, that you will be banished to the Shadow Realm!" Bryn frowned when his Master said that to his Monk Teacher.

"Yes Master Marik, I promise that it isn't a bait-" Monk Phi Long Tang's phone was buzzing. Either Monk Phi Long's phone wasn't too silent or he knew it was urgent not to pick up in an important meeting, Marik growls and so he picks it up.

Marik glares at the Monk, "Monk Phi Long can't be here at the moment… who is this?"

Monk Phi Long was puzzled about his phone being picked up by Marik, as the Monk was not technologically savvy.

A Thirteen-Year-Old Boy picked the phone up, he sounded pretty hoarse and nasally at the same time and sounded pretty pissed. ["I'm Clara! This is an emergency!"]

Monk Phi long asked, "Who is it?" He whispers silently as Marik shows his agitation.

"A woman, you fool! Answer your phone for once!" Marik grows. He watches the old man cower in expression.

"I think you ought to have your own hearing tested!" He then sighs, "Sorry please leave a message, the old geezer cannot answer the phone"

Bryn says, "I can talk to her… it's okay Master Marik."

["Bryn…? Why are you in Belfast?" Clara was shocked to hear Bryn is in Belfast.

"Mum! How a-are- u-umm, uh… Are you safe?" Bryn cries as he finally hears Clara over the phone. Marik smiles at Bryn and reaches his hand to comfort his lackey vicariously as Bryn's guardian sympathy.

["I am honey, but your dad is still a hostage. I can't say where but please whoever you're with… that rude ratty sounding boy you are with… tell him to respect elderly people. Tell Phi Long to pick me up at the Belfast International Airport at eight o'clock and take me to the Industrial Illusions. Tell me about school another time. Whatever…. Whatever it is… you are not in trouble… at- least not from me, baby…"] Clara cries as she rattled on and Bryn looks at the phone as it was hang up and only the dead dialling tone stays. Marik observes Bryn trying to relay news but he struggles with words.

Marik picks up his Millennium Rod to access Bryn's mind. "Monk Phi Long Tang… you are to take Gilbert Hassan and possible Benji to pick up Bryn's mother from the Airport. I expect that you do not reveal Bryn's purpose here with us or there will be consequences. Is that clear?"

"Yes Master Marik, I will make my leave." The elderly man stands up and organizes a fellow Rare Hunter to dispatch. Marik goes over to the distraught boy and hugs him.

"Your mother is in safe hands, and if I am correct… she does know Monk Phi Long. Now, how about you show a bit of some movie? You could find a hotel for me if you're not in a hurry." Marik knew his ways with words.

Meanwhile, in the Throne Room, the afternoon was very silent with Bryn sitting on a chair in the lower part of the chamber. Bryn was to look up hotels to stay and Marik watching a movie Bryn had recommended from streaming of 'Alice in Wonderland'.

"Master Marik… you know with your role as Namu, you have to be like… nicer… less authoritative. Like the Mad Hatter" Bryn grinned as Marik was lounging on his throne.

"Undercover is not my favourite as I rather sit on this Throne but obtaining the image is so crucial. Give me a place to stay in a hotel too. I like the Mad Hatter as well, he is witty." Marik sighed.

"Uh huh…" Bryn nonchalantly said.

"One step at a time, Bryn… missions take time and I need you to concentrate. As a Namu, what should I do?"

"You have to smile lots like me, even if you don't like it." Bryn grinned widely.

Odion entered the ship with Eddy Souza who was previously was rescued from his undercover trip. He bowed to Marik. Marik paused his laptop as he viewed his new current subjects. Marik expressed snarly as the man wishing he could send him to the Shadow Realm.

"As a result of the rescue mission, Eddy I see you have located where the Kenosha have hidden the Slifer image. I do wonder about Dublin's backfire have triggered a series of image dispersion. We need Slifer to be in the Industrial Illusions hands again." Marik muttered in strife.

"Odion Sir, we know that the other two images are in one of the employee's hands. The team in the project may hold one in Hungary and one that escaped who is coming our way has another." Eddy was beginning to impress Marik with his news but shortly realised a flaw.

"Phi Long Tang is also after the image!" He growled as he realised Bryn's mom has one. Gilbert is also in trouble. "Stop him in his tracks! NOW!" Bryn was a little frightened when Marik yelled about his mother's return as jeopardy to this organization.

Rivah seized Phi Long Tang shortly after Marik commanded an action to be taken. "You're not going anywhere, you old buffoon!" Bryn hid behind Marik's throne. The elderly had no idea what was going on, or he seemed as though he didn't know.

Marik continued with a bad mood. The room was filled with tension as Marik fuelled his plans to be redirected. Gilbert, Abbey, and Oliver will be a better choice. "There is a meeting now! ASSEMBLE EVERYONE!" Marik screamed. Bryn could feel Marik's Shadow power seeping through the chamber. The tendrils of void caressed Bryn's face. He then quickly stood up watching more unfamiliar Rare Hunters assemble. Marik glanced from the corner of his eyes. Bryn saw his Master gave him a cold silent command to be part of the meeting. So he stood up and bowed to stand in front of him somewhere.

Marik nodded as the chamber was now filled with his associates. They were unsure what made Marik call for a quick meeting. "I am here in this meeting to arrange a holistic mission. "Tonight, my Rare Hunters…" Marik chuckled, "We will start 'Night Siege', we shall commence our illicit trading as soon as we embark on escorting Clara Harkin back to the Industrial Illusions facility. Oliver and Gilbert… you will escort Mrs Harkin back to Industrial Illusions." Bryn was afraid of Marik's knowledge of his mother's name. He mouthed, 'what the?'

The crowd began to jeer until Marik shot a 'bound and determined' death glare, even Bryn gasped. "Monk Phi Long Tang will not be going anywhere," Marik narrowed his eyes as he gripped his hands to the Millennium Rod incandesces the Throne Room. The Egyptian Blond stood and chuckled at the elderly. "I have decided to spurn our agreement in collecting Clara, I have Hunters who are much more loyal to me so you are staying put."

The Rare Hunters listened as Marik dispensed further plans. Bryn watched as Oliver and Gilbert leave. Twilight transmuted the Belfast skies as its gradient of mass darkness transformed the lustreless horizon and all the Rare Hunters waited idly on Level 16.

Marik went up to pack for himself as Bryn was told to follow him up. He realised the boy was still on crutches. He commanded him to sit so that he could examine his right ankle.

"I want to see your ankle, Bryn." The Egyptian Teen sighed, as the undercover mission doesn't allow him to be alone. He unwrapped Bryn's ankle and the Ice Pack had relieved the pain and tension entirely. Master Marik must know what he was doing. He took out his Millennium Rod to scan any pain from the lackey and there wasn't any.

"You are completely healed," Marik said pointedly. Bryn gawked feeling the completely recovered ankle oscillate.

"Oh, sure but why are you packing so many bags, Master?" Bryn laughed. "It's only a night?" There were five bags to be exact and Marik rolled his eyes.

"I need clean clothes! I will be shopping to replace the scrubbing brush and other essentials. I also need money stored in one bag… There is my laptop I need to carry as well as my toiletries. One bag is yours since you've booked two rooms-"

"I actually only booked one for you, Master Marik…" Bryn bit lower lip as he said that hard he whelped.

"What! You're a Rare Hunter Bryn, how could you stay in a room with me?" Marik growled.

"No Master I was planning to camp out… because there aren't any more rooms available." Bryn said

"Who do you think I am? I will not allow you to camp out in the cold!" Marik scolded Bryn.

"Oh, I guess I could sleep in the lobby…"

"NO!" He sighed, "YOU ARE… You are going to stay in my hotel room. The Kenosha Assembly is hard to infiltrate if we do not wear yellow ponchos and Monk Phi Long as kindly offered us two or if we part ways." Marik then arched his brow and smirked.

"Master Marik… you do realize Kenosha has an oath and greeting to distinguish its followers right?" Bryn said pointedly as he tested his foot.

"You mean the 'Peaceful Dharma' oath? I have already memorized it word for word.

'Kenosha rectifies peace through intrinsic discipline, shadowing the weak in arms and carry their weight of the injustice. We shall conquer the strong fortress of our enemies….' It is ridiculous and I wouldn't want to make you recite oaths to me…" Marik recited and rolled his eyes.

"I could have sworn I saw a bit of Gandalf the Gray in you while holding your Popobawa stick vertically while reciting the so-called Peaceful Dharma."

"All I need is a pipe."

"I think you need your Millennium Rod, Master Marik."

"Will do, hurry up and pack… my Rare Hunters are waiting for my cue downstairs." Marik frowned.

"Yes, Namu!" Bryn giggled. He saluted.

"Bungyi right? Oh, you won't need to recite. Let me do the hard task for you. All you have to do is use your hacking skills and collect our image."

"What if they have copied the image?" Bryn cocked his head.

Marik used his Millennium Rod and targeted a Kenosha from a distance. There was the one room in the Parliament with Slifer's Image still untouched.

"It isn't copied. It remains locked."

"How do you know?"

"I see it with this… I know for the fact that Belfast Government sealed them from the Kenosha."

Bryn began packing his essentials from downstairs and Marik already completed his. As Bryn weaved his way through so many men alone, they all stared at the little lad. Jun Yoon and Bailey were not in sight. Not even Jordan and Clyde.

"Why if it isn't a kid… Is he our prey? Let's play!" The Anonymous Rare Hunter came. He was about to backhand the child until Monk Phi Long swatted him. Bryn braced himself and realised the Rare Hunter was knocked out cold.

"I don't think you know much about defending yourself yet, Bryn." Monk Phi Long chuckled.

"I-I d-do, it's just that I didn't think Rare Hunters would want to attack me." Bryn stuttered.

"Undercover jobs isn't what it seems, only trust you…" Monk Phi Long whispered and handed a box to Bryn. The Kenosha Right-Hand man and a Rare Hunter would know all and he isn't on anyone's side it seems.

Bryn nodded, as he knew what his teacher meant. Act through pure intuition, even with anxiety, be must act against his nature of loyalty to Master Marik as it means life and death in the Kenosha mission. Bryn stored it in his bag pack full of his belongings. Bailey and Rivah were beginning to hang out more as they entered the ship's transport chamber.

"Wow, did I miss something?" Rivah said.

"This lad was about to attack Bryn." Monk Phi Long said.

"Oh, it's Lesley… what a shame, he is missing out on his promotion after this mission." Rivah snickered. He dragged his unconscious body to the side so that he might recover later.

"Promotion?' Bryn asked.

"Yes… Master Marik keeps a tab on our performances."

"Even without duelling?" Bailey asked.

"It's a test of loyalty so this means we will envision a better future."

"Okay, I think I get it! For me, it's Abbey's test of Shirley Temple to Master Marik. Besides she is the only girl in Rare Hunters." Bryn smiled.

Jordan and Clyde were wearing their robes as well as they entered the room full of Rare Hunters.

"So we're pretty much going to start a night market at Queen's Street…" Clyde came by with a large map with Jordan.

"That's the illegal joint Master Marik wants us to start our endeavour of black-marketing…" Jordan said pointedly.

"I say we get all earn at least a million pounds by robbing the joint as selling is to slow."

"So are we still waiting for the Boss or is he not coming down?"

"He is coming because I will be uh…" Bryn didn't finish his sentence as he remembered the undercover mission.

Marik slowly came down and spotted Bryn but ignored him. Instead of wearing his robe, he was wearing a sleeveless caput mortuum tank top hoody with a golden chain in front. He was wearing a dark Byzantium leather jacket and white tight skinny jeans. He placed his hands on his hips and one hand with his Millennium Rod on his lip.

Everyone bowed as Marik chuckled.

"Tonight… we begin our hunt!" Marik announced.

All the men were geared with suitcases and they were robbed were ready to charge out by foot. As the shipping compartment revealed the night of Belfast, the Rare Hunters ran. Marik smirked, as the only remaining boy was Bryn in his violet robe and bag.

"Undercover, with me…"

"Oh yeah, I have loaded the bags in on a bicycle," Bryn said.

"The sidecar and the motorcycle is all I desire. I will ride both of us to our destination."

"I still like to camp out though Master Marik…"

"What is the box Monk Phi Long gave you?" Marik said suspiciously at Bryn and cocked a brow he scanned his memory.

"Uh, what box?"

"Never mind…" Marik growled.

"So we are living in Stormont Hotel in Belfast… Is this right?"

"You were the one who registered my name, fool!" Marik turned his head back at Bryn as his lavender pupils shot at the olive ones.

"It's cos… it has great ratings and I wanted you to live somewhere luxurious." Bryn grinned.

Marik smiled and started the engine and Bryn navigated the place for Marik.

Clara was expecting Monk Phi Long at the back entrance. The night was evident as the passengers' eyelids were heavily bracing them but two men who were wearing indigo. Clara swiftly turned the corner, as she knew she was being followed her as one of them was about to tap her; she threw him over his head out of self-defence. Clara was that it was a teenager.

"WHO ARE YOU?" Clara boomed.

"We are taking you back to… OW! We're taking you to-"

"Industrial Illusions…" Gilbert said.

"Who are you two?" Clara cocked a brow.

"We are assigned to take you because Monk Phi Long is busy at this moment." The Silver Halcyon said.

"Oh? And who are you serving?"

"The R.H. Ma'am" Oliver jumped up.

At this rate, Clara had heard of Rare Hunters before but she was doubtful that she is now meeting them.

"And how does the R.H. know about my whereabouts or concern that I am part of the Industrial Illusions?" Clara whispered.

"Monk Phi Long knows the R.H. enough to appoint us to escort you safely."

"And how is…" Clara subconsciously was about to ask about her children but realised they weren't.

She agreed to allow them to take her and the black Lamborghini was one of the Rare Hunter's collections.

"A Lamborghini. Great! Could I drive this?" Clara smirked.

Oliver and Gilbert looked at each other. Clara's mouth pouted, as the middle-aged woman snatched the keys from Gilbert.

"I'm faster as a driver than being escorted, hop in boys!"

Clara drove with the two Rare Hunters, a reckless driver but she loved driving.

"You must be working for an organization that wants something from me…"

"We have no intention, we were just sent urgently to come and fetch you from the airport. And apart from wearing a cult robe… we had to wear this as it is cold."

"My Monk friend wears too many of those, so I'm not surprised. He wears a yellow tunic, the violet robe you are wearing now and lastly, he wears our scarlet Drukpa Order tunic."

"Wow really? I'd appreciate your trust in us, it's just that not everyone would trust us when we ask them to come with us." Gilbert simpered.

"You trusted me with this car, boys so that's enough to show how much you two know about my Monk Phi Long." Clara glanced at the overhead mirror.

Even though the congested traffic, Clara sped through as though she owned the road of Belfast.

Bryn volunteered to take his Masters bags as well as his own but stumbled. Marik laughed and helped him up. "It looks like you will need more than a trip to take those bags, Bryn. I will aid you."

"No Master Marik! Go to the Hotel! I'm you, servant!" Bryn pointed to the entrance. Marik raised his hands.

"Okay… You're serving me!" Marik rolled his eyes and went straight to the hotel reception.

Bryn was definitely struggling to fit through the lobby door and he kept bumping each bag. At this rate, Marik went over to him and collected his own.

"This is why you need my assistance, my little servant…" Marik furrowed his eyebrow. The automated turning door trapped Bryn and he was stuck as it kept turning, then Marik took his bags and led the little boy to the reception.

"Welcome to Stormont Hotel, how may I help you?" A ginger woman asked for ginger locks in a tight bun and uniform asked the two boys.

"We've booked for Namu Ishtahl," Bryn said.

"Let me check the data first and yes it is room '61223' and is it just one person?" The receptionist asked.

"Yeah-"

"No, this boy is with me." Marik cut.

"But"- Marik held his hand out. Marik made sure Bryn was included as the boy is important to him.

"It is ready, if you use any complimentary food in the bar, there will be extra charges."

"Shall we go?" Marik asked

The elevator brought them up to their room. Marik helped opened the door and allowed the boy to go in first.

"Master Marik… you didn't have to include me…" Bryn said sadly.

"I think you should know that you are part of my life now. Notice that this hotel room is my number?" Marik said in response to his birthday.

"What a coincidence, my birthday is on the 23rd of June… is yours on the 12th?"

"No it is on the 23rd of December…" looked away as he remembered three years ago.

"Oh, I see… we are like solstice opposites huh?" Bryn furrowed his eyebrow, "I love to see you celebrate your birth-"

"THERE'S NOTHING TO CELEBRATE!" Marik screamed.

"Oh sorry Master Marik, didn't mean to intrude…"

Marik just glared at him as though Bryn had invaded his privacy but he knew it was him that said otherwise about hotel numbers trivially.

"Go unpack, I hope you don't mind the couch. A double bed is my preference…" Marik rolled his eyes.

"Oh, s-sure Master Marik… anything you want…" Bryn said humbly. Marik sighed wondering why he felt guilty.

"So you're just going to let me push you around like that? Bryn this isn't duty time, you have the right to negotiate whether you want the bed as well." Marik walked up to him. This was confusing Bryn on a large scale.

"What? Oh, anything Master, you have the first preference as you are the Leader." Bryn bowed. It wasn't like Bryn to say that either.

"You know… being a Leader means I ensure your welfare is taken care of as well."

Bryn said nothing and continued to set up his laptop and placed his clothes on the bench.

"I much prefer camping out, it means I don't have to negotiate with you and I could have the space I wanted. You will be a distraction as my new program but you invited me so…"

"Was it because I yelled about my Birthday?" Marik furrowed his eyebrow.

"No Master Marik, you have the right to defend your privacy and protect your own identity." He shook his head fast. Marik unpacked his own items and felt the pang of guilt.

"Master Marik, you should be more willing for me to serve you after all these days. I make my own choices to purely benefit you."

"So you have said…"

"We need to rehearse as Kenosha's oath but it means I'm in need of your opinion on how accurate I am portraying them too."

"Of course, that is why I have appointed someone to aid us." Marik chuckled. There was a knock on the door. Marik smirked

"Who is that?"

"Oh, you'll see…" Marik opened the door and saw the same receptionist that was there previously. This time she was still, her emerald eyes are cloudy and soulless.

"Come in…" Marik said hypnotically.

Bryn saw how Marik controlled her as his Millennium Rod shone. Her movements were robotic as the stagnant spirit of the ginger strolled into the room.

"Uh… Master Marik, why are you bringing her in?" Bryn dropped his toiletry bag as the controlled being obeyed Marik.

"We need a Mind Slave to serve me while you do your work." Marik chuckled.

"Agh! Keep her away from me!" Bryn was startled at the idea of Marik keeping a hostage through mind slavery. Bryn yelled, "NO!" Then he remembered, his Master is the Leader of the Rare Hunters.

"Say that again…" Marik narrowed his icy mallow eyes.

Bryn hid behind Marik, he wasn't sure how to respond to Mind Slaves. Marik was the controller regardless. He knew that all the while.

"This is now my way of using people. I hold no grudges but I do want your task done under my supervision." Marik informed him.

"I need to get used to how you use your Millennium Rod against others, Master… It goes against my ethos…"

"I'm not against that ethos, but we need to be Kenosha for a while." Marik continued to control the woman and she started making coffee and tea for both Bryn and Marik. He also cheated the system of consuming the complimentary snacks as the lady used her own card from her purse to pay for the EFT machine.

"Who else would you control?" Bryn asked Marik.

"Anyone who stands in my way…"

"Even me…?"

"No, just disloyal Rare Hunters…" Marik smiled as he simply replied as he turned around and glanced at Bryn.

Meanwhile, Marik was wearing the yellow tunic and so was Bryn, Marik checked the mirror and saw how ridiculous both of them looked.

"Yeah, I think I prefer our deep violet robes, Master Marik. It's so weird seeing how crazy we look at the parliament." Bryn adjusted his collar.

"Tell me about it…" Marik glowered at his reflection as a Kenosha.

"We need necklaces and a top hat in black with… round sunglasses…" Bryn referred the image to his a photograph. The pants were very baggy and therefore the elastic hems made them appear like hipsters.

Bryn glanced at Marik and finally laughed.

"Now that this is sorted, would this handshake fool them?" Bryn asked. He idly flipped the page and saw what looked like a touch of ET but with a peace sign.

"Why are they touching the fingers two to fingers"? Marik cocked his head.

"I think it is because they want peace to channel through chakra?" Bryn gawked.

"Rare Hunters are clearly better than these organisations," Marik growled. He sighed and checked the book again.

"Master Marik, you are better than anyone out there…" Bryn grinned at him. Something his Rare Hunters have never complimented.

"To the Rare Hunters…?" Marik grabbed the coffee cup and held it up. Bryn raised his own teacup with Earl Grey and clashed it with his own.

"To the Rare Hunters!" Bryn giggled.

Queen Street Night Siege

Aim: 'Do as Thou Wilt'… in obtaining Capital, Rare Cards, and Privileges Hunters.

The crowd of Rare Hunters sieged the night with money from the bank civilly. All it took was intelligent Forensics expert Kjetil and Rivah to conceal their evidence. The whole Ranks have rampaged the drug joint and thus bags were filled with Irish Pounds and suitcases filled with cards that weighed extravagantly.

"Should we clear out this joint?" Kjetil nudged Rivah.

"Taking care of the ship I gathered."

"Why isn't Odion joining us?"

"He is caring for the ship…"

"Right!"

"Those young lads are learning fast aren't they?" Rivah said with his arms crossed.

"It is true, our new line of Elites are evident before us. My Emalia would have raised them as well as they all walked a promising path under refuge."

"Rare Hunters is the only thing we have in memory of the two." Rivah signed.

"Rare Hunters is nothing with Master Marik. He made us who we are..." Kjetil smiled.

Both of them watched all the younger boys gather their prizes. Like a 19th-century press company, the Rare Hunters kept earning money from the cards that are less desirable in the sight of Marik. Some were given cards and money as the factory of capital and the underground economy continued rotating and the best cards were stashed in the van.

"I do hope we continue this Night Siege idea, it's the only thing that instils fear to the locals..."

"Likewise, we are now growing the name of the R.H. and soon Europe will fear us. Not even Authorities will stop us."

"If only Oliver was here, he would be pretty keen on the next few cards," Rivah said.

"For that, we must continue to please Master Marik, he has made us wealthier ever since we have met him and Emalia has cared for him," Kjetil said.

Jordan and Clyde made more money than they had as bank brokers were forced to surrender their security.

"I seriously didn't think crime could make us wealthy?" Clyde mused. "Dude, we are half way slaughtering Belfast for Master Marik. Ever wondered what made him want to commit the crime like this?"

"I am not sure but he was given shelter after Emalia took him in and from there Rare Hunters were formed," Jordan informed him. Jun Yoon then almost tripped and Jordan pulled the hood of the robe.

"Hey man, slow down or you'll get your head cracked mate," Jordan said and Jun Yoon signed.

"Would it help if you help me pack these cash and carry them to the van?" Jordan raised his brow.

"Yup!" Jun Yoon grinned.

"You are Korean right?" Jordan asked him. Jun Yoon being one of the youngest shyly nodded.

"Oh, Kamsya Hamnida! That's all I can say…" Jordan laughed.

"Haha, that's no problem. I mean I don't usually speak Korean with my family because I barely see them." Jun Yoon said.

"Fair enough, sadly we can't choose our family…" Jordan sighed thinking about his dad Owen Erasmus, the crude, violent and man that he is.

"It's okay… but we can choose our own destiny." Jun Yoon smiled.

"Hey, I don't think we have met properly." Clyde inquired. "I'm Clyde Sassen and I am South African and so is Jordan. We're pretty many brothers from a different mother." The darker complexion boy smiled.

Bailey then came by and helped carried the bags. "Work is seriously killing me. I mean we just came back from a mission and we barely rested. We didn't even have time to hang out with Bryn!" He growled.

"Master Marik practically owns his life, poor guy," Jordan said.

"He owns everyone." Rivah walked pass. "This means we are under a boy's watch. If we bow our own cover or his, we are done for."

At last the Rare Hunters in Queen Street and all the Rare Hunters there were ready to move on.

Bryn was in deep, deep thought, as reality came back that his father was still a hostage. His dream was disturbed as he lay on the edge of the couch he began to sob. He held his blanket and covered his head.

"Dad… I hope you are safe, please be safe. I wish I could have spoken to you properly on the phone. I accidentally sniffed and kicked my blanket, hoping that I didn't wake Master Marik." Bryn heard the some of the sirens from the street far screeching. Some dogs were barking.

"Hostages are only dead when the captive is angered by the captor. The Captor will need more retribution in her heart to take another and in order to kill followed by sequential events to trigger a sense of destitution. If the captive is to render by killing another hostage, the Valkyria Mages would lose its purpose of their initial operation it, so your father is safe." Marik slowly turned to Bryn and glared at him. He was slender in a figure for a teenager.

"Master… You read my mind…" Bryn's points at him, Marik rolled his lavender eyes as his mouth was left ajar, failing to form words. Marik was not sleeping. His Millennium Rod was always by his side. His Jewellery

"You're awake!" Marik exclaimed mentally but gave him a scowl.

"And you're shirtless!" Bryn covered the blanket over himself. Reality dawned on him again as he remembered that there is a Mind Slave in their presence. Marik gave an audible sigh. His platinum blond hair contrasts with his tan dermis. His lavender eyes locked at Bryn's hiding.

"You need not worry about your father, Lilwen is only for me and the things that will resolve chances of becoming free. I know what she wants from me but she won't stand in my way." Marik saw Bryn peep from the blanket.

"What does she want from you Master?" Bryn finally said, and Marik chuckled.

"Simple, my destiny in slavery, whereas my mother Asiya and the appointed Emalia wants the best for me." Marik smiled. "Come here."

Bryn kicked the blanket out and sat by Marik. The mattress groaned.

"Master, what do you think about Monk Phi Long?" Bryn rocked back and forth as his knees are against his chest.

Marik pursed his lips and growled audibly. "He is a Kenosha and only I am investigating him. If he does anything suspicious, will you inform me? Also, he lied about Kenosha holding images at the parliament but I know at the parliament, there is one I cannot fathom that looks like Slifer." Marik sighed as he pulled a robe of his own and slipped it over his blond head.

"So it means you are second guessing our mission as an undercover?" Bryn was confused.

"Look the reason why I rushed our crew to a sudden siege is that we could decipher what information is right. My intuition is confusing me as well as my Rod traced the Slifer Image in the Parliament, unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Your Mother is working for the Kenosha as well…" Marik contemplated.

"No Master Marik… it is not easy being a Kenosha. My mother is a-"

"Your mother Clara Harkin is acquainted with him, that is all I know. You must stop worrying about what I might do to her. You must have faith in me, Bryn." Marik stared down at him.

"The images must have duplicated if Eddy Souza provided his status report. I think my mind is utmost certain that one of them is real. The other one is a blemish."

Bryn was afraid of him as he harnesses loyalty to his monk teacher. He had always been taught to trust everyone, love everyone and thus he wondered why Marik wants him apart.

"He will be assisting us at the Kenosha Mission, Bryn. Even if we are the same items, my contract forbids him from taking anything of mine. I will know when he leaves our allegiances; my first punishment for him will be in the Shadow Realm. Wouldn't you say the least?" Marik furrowed his brow.

There was a knock on the door and he glanced at Marik. His arms were folded staring at the ceiling, topless. He was wearing dark grey boxers and he controlled the Mind Slave Receptionist to open the door. The ginger slave steps back as the guest humbly bowed with a soulless mind. It was only Odion with Carissa bound by chains.

Odion bowed to a degree of obedience as Marik rolled his eyes. "Monk Phi Long Tang has assembled his Kenosha at the Parliament. Abbey is with Carissa at the ship and the Night Siege, many untrained Rare Hunters are hidden from the authorities, Sir."

"So I gathered it is a successful operation. I thank you for the Status Report Odion" Marik watched Odion kneel further.

"Is the undercover work difficult Master?" Odion asked.

"It is a simple task. Perhaps for Bryn, it isn't as easy." Marik glanced at Bryn.

"Well we barely rested after the mission so I am feeling a little exhausted Master Marik." Bryn smiled.

Marik frowned and allowed Bryn to explain before yelling at him.

"Your point?" Marik wears his gold jewellery as he takes them from the bag.

"Having some time to myself, playing the guitar, cooking, hanging out with friends and yeah sit on the grass and chill." Bryn bit his lips.

The blond Egyptian sighed, he then went to the bathroom and takes his own toiletries. Marik takes his Kenosha tunic and flattens the seams. "Bryn, I'm more important than your friends." He sneered, frightening the Eurasian boy.

"What if I call you my friend, w-would that change the way you perceive my service to you, Master? It would go beyond loyalty but with integrity and sacrificial care." At this point, Bryn couldn't believe he sounded philosophical.

This made Marik laughed; he wore his sunglasses and top hat. "I will make this clear, I don't let many people come close to me, except Odion and the Elites. Define friendship for me during the undercover mission and I shall sparingly consider."

Marik noticed he looked ridiculous again with his Rare Hunters robe underneath and the yellow tunic and pants on top. He sighed and unzipped his case with his Kohl. He tore a bit off and realised Bryn was watching him apply with steady hands.

"Oh, so why are we wearing our robes inside?" Bryn asked but Marik didn't answer. He suddenly jerked the Kohl as he glanced at the reflection of his Kenosha outfit and Odion laughed as Marik lost his precision as he jerked the kohl to his nose. Bryn joined as he clutched his stomach.

Their Master growled as he placed the Kohl down and grabbed the tonic water from his bag and with the cotton pad absorbs the liquid and dabs the mistake.

"Silence both of you!" Marik redid his Kohl and sighed intensely.

"Go get dressed little Brynny..."

As Marik and Bryn walked out to the nearest restaurant at La Scala Bistro, Monk Phi Long Tang was wearing the Kenosha yellow tunic with the top hat and sunglasses. Bryn toddled towards the monk.

"Hello, Master Monk Phi Long Tang!"

"So you look fantastic Bryn. You look like you belong to the Kenosha…" That was the last thing Marik wanted to hear.

"I like to be hidden… at least you are the real one Master Monk Phi Long…" He held two fingers out and Monk Phi Long did the same.

"The greatest achievement is selflessness.

The greatest worth is self-mastery.

The greatest quality is seeking to serve others.

The greatest precept is continual awareness.

The greatest medicine is the emptiness of everything.

The greatest action is not conforming to the world's ways.

The greatest magic is transmuting the passions.

The greatest generosity is non-attachment.

The greatest goodness is a peaceful mind.

The greatest patience is humility.

The greatest effort is not concerned with the greatest meditation is a mind that let go.

The greatest wisdom is seeing through appearances."Both Bryn and Monk Phi Long Tang recited as Bryn remembered the Praise of Atisha dating back from the 11th Century. The old monk ruffled the boy's hair.

"It's wonderful that you are wearing the Kenosha outfit and memorize the Atisha's Praise, you truly are a natural." Monk Phi Long made sure Marik heard this.

Marik was behind him snarling at the two, more so at Bryn as he dropped his sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah, but why the Parlia-" Marik pinched Bryn's hand with his sharp nails to stop talking to the Monk.

"OOH!" Bryn whelped as his real Egyptian Master poured at him with piercing lavender eyes.

"Remember your place, Bryn." Marik sneered fiercely. "Now shall we dine?" Marik walked pass

"Indeed Master Marik, we shall find a table." Monk Phi Long Tang bowed.

"Good!" Marik brushed the old Monk's shoulder harshly and nearly make him lose balance. "I know your tact, you old buffoon." He sneered in his mind.

Bryn was evidently surprised how nasty his current blond Egyptian Master can be. Marik sat in the middle and gestured for Bryn to do the same. And when they did, the waitress came immediately.

For some reason, Marik continued to look at the Carte but Bryn said, "A Punjana Peppermint tea for Monk Phi Long, Earl Grey for me and a long black espresso for Namu. Could I have some lentil soup but without bacon, a classic Caesar salad also without bacon. Oh, some Sautéed Chestnut Mushrooms, Spiced Curry Cauliflower Cheese, Rocket and Parmesan Salad with Rosemary Oil and Roasted Rosemary Baby Potatoes, please. To follow, just Jam Jar Chocolate Sponge for Namu." He announced. Marik gawked at Bryn's extravagant order and they all waited. Marik frowned at Bryn and gave him a mistrustful look.

"Are you expecting my contribution to all the bills?" Marik stared down at Bryn.

"Well yeah…"

"Then you are paying for the cleaning facility…" Marik said. He couldn't resist a smirk.

"Yes, Master…" Bryn pouted.

Industrial Illusions Company was right ahead but when Clara heard from Oliver something valuable concerning the Harkin Children; at least she knew it is valuable. She pulled the hand brakes and skidded to make the largest turn.

"Then you must be the boy that was with my daughter." Clara beamed and released the break after the long cruise of the vehicle.

"I am her boyfriend I guess..." Oliver chuckled with an uneasy truth to the matter. Abbey wouldn't like him to disclose their relationship.

"My children are young and they are capable of making their own choices. That is how I see it." Clara said rather nonchalantly. "They are working for the R.H or are they hostages?"

"We do not know Bryn and Abbey…" Gilbert nudged Oliver.

"I know that is a lie. I catch my little boy lying a hundred percent and this goes to show I am a natural lie detector. Bryn and Abbey are working instead of studying and you Oliver… you were with my darling Abbey when she called me." She stopped the car and got out as she reached the Stormont Parliament and threw the keys to Oliver and a card with her number was handed to him.

"Impressive…"

"If you ever decide to take her out, call me…" She handed a card to Oliver and did a phone sign on her left hand. She dashed towards the Parliament.

"How do you know I am the boy Abbey likes?" Oliver countered.

"The way my husband and my son lies is the same as the way you would lie. Let's say it is the mother's intuition and lies run in the family of boys. It's my sixth sense…" Smirking Clara the First Born Daughter of the Gandharva said in A-Matter-Of-Factly.

"Dude, what just happened?" Gilbert asked.

"I have no idea…" Oliver commented awkwardly, "But I think Mrs Harkin just welcomed me to be a potential son in law…"

"Well let's just say if it were to happen, you will have to take a break from work." Gilbert chortled. Oliver jumped to the front seat. He inserted the keys inside and the engine started.

Clara wanted to see Abbey and Bryn so much, perhaps by visiting them now would frighten Abbey if she appeared. Monk Phi Long is the most trusted Kenosha she had ever met. The R.H. must have foreseen Monk Phi Long's allegiance to many people. She looked into her purse and she has all three images of the three Deity Ka images. The counterfeits have blemishes and that was all she knew. "I have to keep them safe with me."

Unbeknownst to her, her little boy was inside…

Marik, Bryn and Monk Phi Long Tang were inside the Parliament. Marik went alone to check out the images that were displayed but he knew they were counterfeits. Monk Phi Long was alone in the assembly of Kenosha and Bryn waited for his current Master.

Marik growled as he knew Monk Phi Long steered him wrong. The thirteen-year-old Egyptian whispered. "Bryn! Come inside… we have the wrong images here…" Bryn looked left and right and noticed that the coast is clear and so he joined Marik in the basement.

When Bryn reached the bottom of the steps, Marik mentally measures the Ka images through a miniature scroll he had kept for a long time. "It had seemed that Monk Phi Long deliberately led us here to stall our time, but I know this isn't the genuine article…" Marik knew his scriptures enough to discern what was genuine, especially with his Millennium Rod by his side.

"So does this mean we need to find out what the Kenosha wants with those images?" Bryn asked. Marik bit his bottom lip and browsed through more of his scrolls. He was not sure what he wanted to find out about the Kenosha.

"I think this will be the mission I did not foresee coming. The parliament is guarding the imposter images and whoever made them knew we were coming for the same things. Of course, it isn't Monk Phi Long but their leader." Marik hated fine prints on scrolls so he grabbed a box from his own ebony tote bag. It was a reading spectacle in gold and violet frame.

"Wow you know you and I are kinda similar to fine prints…" Bryn giggled. He pulled his brown ones out to show Marik. Marik chuckled as he glanced at Bryn.

"Watermarks… they all have watermarks of the Belfast Government and they are not alive. My Rod senses nothing and a regular Kenosha would not know of this because they cannot sense the Omnipresence of the Ka." Marik with his sunglasses in hanging in his collar and his reading glasses, Bryn thought that he looked pretty cool as a fake Kenosha.

"There is a meeting Master Marik…" Bryn tapped his back.

"I know that but who could have wanted to lead us to a counterfeit if they knew it was a counterfeit as well. Perhaps it is a play, to lure us in revealing our identity." Marik then packed his mini scrolls back in the tote bag. "Monk Phi Long is not to be trusted…" Marik reminded Bryn as he kept his glasses on.

"Okay Master Marik, but are you to be trusted…?" Bryn frowned.

Marik clucked his tongue; "Perhaps if you measure the angle of betrayal on your part, I hold my trust firmly. I would not for one-second change my allegiances if you do not change yours."

"I think it isn't as easy as you make it out to be, I know you are Master but how should we ensure our allegiance is not wavered by out pretence?" Bryn was careful not to make Marik mad in an odd place.

Marik was galvanized to hear Bryn's concern over his this topic. "Bryn… I will never leave you as your Master. Rest assured that if our identity were to be revealed, I will be the first to deliver you safely back to the ship."

"Okay…"

They both left the storage and into a chamber of Kenosha men. A tall Kenosha held a peace sign and Bryn quickly did the same and his tiny fingers touched his.

"The greatest achievement is selflessness.

The greatest worth is self-mastery.

The greatest quality is seeking to serve others.

The greatest precept is continual awareness.

The greatest medicine is the emptiness of everything.

The greatest action is not conforming to the ways of the world.

The greatest magic is transmuting the passions.

The greatest generosity is non-attachment.

The greatest goodness is a peaceful mind.

The greatest patience is humility.

The greatest effort is not concerned with the greatest meditation is a mind that let go.

The greatest wisdom is seeing through appearances."From a distance Bryn could see a throne a diamond-shaped K, mirroring another letter, made of Iron. 'That must be where their leader will be seated.' Marik thought to himself. He smirked as he thought of himself as a Rare Hunter Leader on his own throne.

"This is Namu, he is my best friend and we were raised as monks…" Marik heard Bryn said to the guy. Marik held back his laugh. He roughly grabbed Bryn's tiny wrist and pulled him to the crowd where the assembly was starting.

"I hope you remembered to be less vocal about our identity…" Marik whispered to Bryn. Marik smirked as he came close to Bryn's ears.

He nodded and they sat on top of the assembly. The parliament was modified for the Kenosha and the Government. Clara came in and coincidently sat on the lower ground in front of Marik and Bryn. Bryn gasped, which he, in turn, pulled Marik's hand. Marik was confused as to his panic.

"Mm-master… that's my mom…" Bryn panicked.

"It means she is safe from Tasara, but she must be looking for you but why isn't she at the Industrial Illusions as I have commanded?" Marik felt unsettled about her presence, his Millennium Rod triggered something as a flashback of the three Ka Spirits.

"Are you alright Master?"

"No…"

As time was ticking, Marik could truly sense real Ka spirits, which no one could. Bryn was rather puzzled as to why the Kenosha had called a meeting with counterfeit images. With Clara in their midst, she was not escorted safely. What will happen to them?

JS AN: Marik portrayed in, 'In A Name' as I understand is more composed and less violent than 'Life of Trifolium'. It will be explained in writing. I am also planning on refitting the previous chapters eventually. Marik is crazy in his early teens because his exposure to supernatural phenomenon makes him tough.

JS AN: Asiya Ishtar is the talented The Duelist's Heiress and Ataahua's name for Marik's Mother. Asiya owns this book as my theory of Tomb Keepers had to plan spiritual aspects of discipline and dogmatic radicalism. So I introduce the: 'Book of the Theurgists' Reverie: Genesee Epitome.' I have taken some of the lyrics from 'Wolf's Den' by Leah McFall and it is my writing, as I like to write so-called Scriptures and I plan to write more. Apart from the Shadow scriptures of the coming of the Pharaoh, Marik also has loved scriptures that have implied rebellion. Part of the joy is sharing my ideas and the share their ideas.

In 'The Crown of Peace' was the Shadow version of one Marik used to like. 'The Book of Y-Meta' is one of my inventions too. Notice Atem is spelt inversely? These will be used in 'Rehema'. One of the reasons why I do text inventions is that Marik memorizes everything and uses it for his own gain. Like the Initiation, he would use it for his own gain. This is to create a thesis and antithesis to embody Marik's life of synthesis towards his role as a Tomb Keeper. Good old Hegelian's Dialectic!

JS AN: I believe in plot fluidity through fandom as is also created, and vision… uh, let's just say vision is not that important, not all the time.