It was a normal day when the event occurred. Melissa was on her way back home from school when the she saw it first. Having just moved, she was still trying to find her way around the town, and still trying to fit in. The only people that didn't glare at her were the teachers and some weird kid that sat in the back of the classroom, muttering to himself. Very smart, he seemed to know more about the classroom than anyone else there, including the teacher. Of course, he was constantly babbling… She caught herself mid-thought.
"Why am I thinking about a babbling boy inside of a school that everyone hates me? He does too, I am sure." Before she went on, she heard some feet shuffle from behind a door followed with a loud explosion. Ever the curious type of person, she tried to look inside. The door was locked shut. She decided to try the diplomatic approach. As a black belt in martial arts, she could kick through wood, and even stone, if it wasn't too thick. This door was no match for her. After trying and failing to prop the door open, she decided to focus on finding where those explosions were coming from.
Exploring what appeared to be a warehouse, Melissa started hearing some shouting and taunting. Finally turning around one of the corners, she saw what she never would have thought to see: a huge dragon. A white dragon with blue eyes… Her mind suddenly put it together. One of the things that boy in her class had been babbling about was a Blue-Eyes White Dragon. Speaking of which, she looked past some weird man in a blackish purple cloak of some sort, and saw that boy.
"Now I use my Spell card Thousand Knives! Your Blue-Eyes is defeated!" called out that boy. Looking at the ongoing battle, Melissa saw the man in the cloak hold out his hand, and suddenly hundreds of knives came from nowhere, shredding the dragon. "Now, Dark Magician, attack his Life Points directly!" called the boy. Melissa risked peaking around the corner some more, and saw another odd man in a cloak. Who she now knew was the Dark Magician raised his staff, and suddenly the man changed to purple and green, like a terribly messed up photo shop recoloring. The man then fell to his knees, and only by straining forwards could Melissa, who should have left when she first saw the dragon, who should have never came in, hear this man's words: "This duel is over, but mark my words: Everyone that hears this, except for me, is now bound to decide the destiny of the Egyptian legends. Doomsday will come, by one hand or another, and anyone and everyone that hears this will be held accountable. Even you, little missy."
Melissa jumped when he said this, and that boy, whatever his name was, jumped too. "You?" he called, before the man said "I use the divine words of the original speaker of divine words herself, Isis, and I say unto the both of you, as a scribe of the House of Life: Go to sleep; Ha-tep."