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"Experiences of hard ships are what define us and mold us as human beings. What each and every one of us has and will go through in life, will only make us stronger as long as we do not let it over come us." Yugi said, staring at the sword in his lap sullenly.
"What was that, Yugi?" Joey asked, having only heard a slight mutter coming from his friend.
Over the past few weeks, his friend had become steadily quieter over their journey to the old battle field. He had taken to staying up all night and day. He hardly slept lately and no matter what his friends did Yugi refused to listen to them. It was like he was in another world entirely.
Yugi had taken to spending hours staring at the sword. Ever since he had touched it and they had left the cave hidden behind the water fall, Yugi had become silent and brooding. A morbid atmosphere seemed to float around him. He only spoke to the others when he was going to go to sleep or going for a short little walk along the top of the hills, but he spoke nothing more than that.
Yugi would often mutter little phrases like the previous one, but when his friends questioned him about it he would say nothing and go back to acting like an animated corpse. His friends had learned to deal with this new Yugi and did not pester him like a mother hen. It only made him angry and forced him into silence or he would react violently.
Joey and Atemu regretted ever wanting to take the sword from the mysterious cave. They wished they had of listen to Yugis pleas and left it well alone. They now felt that the sword was nothing but a bad omen and should have been left alone.
Now that the two thought of it, there was no reason for them to take the cursed sword. For what help would it offer them since none of them could wield it without being injured? It would cause more injuries to them than to their enemies.
Joey glanced over at Atemu, who was currently gathering firewood, shaking his head sadly with a heavy sigh to accompany it, signaling that there was no change in Yugi yet.
"I am going to die." Yugi said simply to his other two traveling companions.
They both stared at each other, wondering if he was still in his zombie like daze and if it was just something the sword was making him say. Looking over at their friend, they noticed a clarity in his eyes that had not been present for a couple of days.
"What do you mean, Yugi?" Atemu asked quietly, slowly moving towards Yugi and gently sitting in front of him.
"I am going to die, Atemu. Did you not hear me the first time?" he asked mildly, looking curiously at Atemu.
"Yes, I heard you. I just hoped that I had misheard you." Atemu said honestly with no hint of anger in his voice, picking up Yugi's unused cup of water.
"Why, pray tell, do you think that you are going to die, Yugi?" Joey asked.
"I saw it, well sort of. I know that I will die by being stabbed through the heart with a blade made of silver. There was a bunch of people watching me in the vission and I was missing an ear." He said getting a faraway look in his eye, thinking back to the vision that the sword had granted him.
Atemu had decided to take a sip of water while Yugi was talking. When he heard this, he spit out the water and it sprayed all over Yugi. Atemu had a bad habit of taking drinks at the most inappropriate times and he always ended up spraying his friends when he is shocked or upset.
"Watch it!" snarled Yugi. "Or I will be forced to have to beat you on your head with a rabbit, or a robin, whichever happens along first.'" Yugi joked all the while smirking slightly at his two friends.
Before either Atemu or Joey could respond, the clouds moved eerily across the night sky, causing Yugi to glance upwards. Watching silently, the clouds covered the full moon, and then moved again, uncovering the middle portion of the moon so that the three werewolves could view it.
"The pack is most likely celebrating right now." Atemu said, sighing wistfully, most likely wishing that he could be there for it and celebrate with his friends that were still back home with the rest of the pack.
"Come on." Atemu said, breaking himself out of his reminiscing and rather morbid string of thoughts as well as memories.
"Yes, let us start on our journey towards the place where that war had taken place." Joey said, beginning to pack up all the necessary items that would be required on their journey. All three forgot about their previous conversation.