DH AN: I am going to have this one, ( although it might very well become two) last Mhera centric chapter(s). This event needs to be done without any interruptions. Thanks to Crystal Rose of Pollux for inspiration from her Fic Beneath The Valley. I recommend it highly. Now on to Chapter Nine: Swords and Secrets.
AN2: The Phantom stuff that is not cannon comes courtesy of Crystal Rose Of Pollux's imagination; she has given me permission to use it. Also, some one from my other fic Phantom Duelists makes an appearance here.
Chapter Nine: Swords and Secrets
Mhera 's hand loosely relinquished its hold on the chain, placing it into an indention on the wall to the right of the series of indentions. The wall slid aside, making Mhera think of a certain 'wall-switch lover' for a few seconds. Her eyes fell upon an object that was silver, with a pommel stone to match her eyes, and struck her with a déjà vu feeling. No way. It cannot be a 'Protector's Sword' I'm hallucinating. My goodness, I'm starting to sound like Kaiba.
"You're nowhere near his level of denial, Mheralo Ishtar; I believe you know that for a fact." A voice spoke to her from nowhere.
I'm definitely loosing it. Mhera sighed, as she touched the handle of the sword. Her vision flashed gold, and Sethos, commonly referred to as Seth, had his hands on top of hers; smiling semi-smugly.
"Don't tell me you've forgotten me already."
"What are you doing here?!" Mhera almost mentally screamed, no doubt causing Nazuna to lose half of her hearing.
"I still need my hearing!" Nazuna screeched.
Mhera blushed, whispering to Seth, "Is there somewhere we can do this privately?"
"You know the way."
"Alright, but I want answers."
"All you need to know will be revealed in time."
Mhera sighed; I swear if it wasn't Seth talking to me, those words would have come straight from my father's repertoire.Mhera then penetrated her mind, activating the hidden staircase in her mental hall. She was about to knock on the door, but as he had done the time previous, Seth opened the door before she was able to.
"It's true; history really does repeat itself ." Mhera mused. "But… what are you doing here?"
"I can easily explain that to you." Seth motioned inside with a nod of his head. Mhera proceeded in. she took one seat, an act upon which Seth took the one across from her. Mhera opened her mouth to speak, but Seth silenced her by putting up his hand in front of his mouth, palm facing Mhera. "Now, let me explain to you what I am doing here. I believe you know a story about a certain duo consisting of a noble viscount, and a masked musician."
Mhera did not follow.
Seth rolled his eyes in almost a direct imitation of his present self. "All I Ask of You, Music of the Night?!" He saw realization hit his companion. "Yes, Mhera, that Noble Viscount and Masked Musician!"
"But why should that concern me?"
"As you said, history repeats itself."
"Well, what of the musician and the viscount?" Mhera questioned. "One was left heartbroken, while the other found the love of his life and loved her to the end of his beloved's life, and I can assume, his own."
"True, but the Viscount's story continued. There were people set to ruin him from the start, even in his own family."
"I know how that feels." Mhera laughed bitterly. "And … the Opera Ghost…what became of him?"
"The viscount came to him for help…" Mhera waited in suspense. "And he gave it."
"But, but, but… they were never friends- they tried to kill each other!!" Mhera stammered in shock.
"Enemies are only friends in wait." Seth commented softly.
"I don't follow." Mhera sighed
"Take Seto Kaiba for example." Seth cocked his head. "He considered you a threat to the tournament."
"I was no threat. I just wanted a vacation. But alas, it was something fate never gave me." Mhera argued, "I doubt he'll ever trust me fully."
"See you know what I mean. You do follow. In fact you've followed most of your life." Mhera was about to counter him but decided against it. "Now, to the real reason I'm in your sword." He sighed, "Remember when you asked me about, I believe you addressed it as "me being able to take over your body, and whether I could you only do it while I was with my counterpart."
"You need me to- wait, Seto Kaiba is here?" Mhera asked, a little shocked that he would even bother to come after whoever kidnapped her. "I swear he is going soft." Mhera shook her head.
After getting over her shock, she finished her question. "You need me to find your counterpart for you? Pardon me for asking this strikingly obvious but why me?"
"Because you are a great example of putting others before oneself… and I was kind of disappointed when your watch over the Millennium Rod was over." Seth said softly.
"So what do you need?"
"I need you to get the ring of ice locked away in another mountain far from here."
"Can you give me a location?"
"You'll find a map, and a riddle within the scabbard of your sword." Seth responded.
"Thank you."
She then left her mind to find her hands still on the handle of the blade. Her eyes scanned the scabbard until she found a small pouch on the unexposed side of it. She slid her hand into it, removing a scroll, and a tri-folded piece of parchment. It read as follows:
To obtain the ring of seclusion cold, you must defeat the king of Raiders bold. A sword heir's trial is at long last foretold. The map holds the key.
Mhera glanced at the map, noting a location to the North marked with the Wadjet Eye. "Well, I guess that's where we're headed." Mhera sighed as she sat against the cave wall to get a few hours of sleep.
DH: I'm going to make it two chapters. (I promise) But I have a really cute Seto Serenity scene later so hopefully you can forgive me for the lack of them in the next chapter. Please Review. Once again, partial credit for this idea goes to Crystal Rose of Pollux.
