I laid in my bed, holding my jacket tightly across my chest. The night had been cold and surprisingly it had rained. The sun was rising and I didn't have any of the well needed rest. The water that had recently fallen was tightly soaked in my jacket, lying against my skin making me shiver. I took the hood off my head and touched my damp hair as I scratched my forehead.

I could already feel the warmth of the sun.

I threw off my jacket and ran infront of it. I absorbed every ray of warmth I could get. It reminded me of the good days when I took morning strolls after it had rained, when my father was still alive...

My stomached growled and the heat started getting to me. The skin on my body started to feel like it was burning as I walked back behind the remaining wall of my home.

I pulled out an orange. I sunk my teeth deep threw its hard outer layer. I didn't care if that part of it didn't taste good. I was taught to eat anything that expectable to devour.

The sweet taste of the center sprung into my mouth. Juice ran down my chin as I chewed.

It was wonderful! I had forgotten how it had tasted throughout the long tough years on my own.

A snake slithered on the ground infront of me. It reminded me when my dad, his friend and I were out in the wilderness for a bit, hunting. My father's friend pointed out the snake and how good they tasted, cooked. Of course my father didn't believe him all that much so we ended up catching it, roasting it and eating it. It was better then expected and was very healthy for the body... Well I least I think it was...

I pulled out my dagger and stabbed the snake before it got away. It was pinned to the ground, struggling to get free. I decided to let it suffer while I got a fire going.

After what felt like hours, I got one going. The snake was dead and I put him on a stick.

I stuck it in the fire and let it burn for a bit. I pulled it out and blew out the fire that got a chance at consuming it before I did. Since I knew it was still warm I propped it up against a rock and closed my eyes. The smell of the fire reminded me so much of what happened when Kuru Eruna was destroyed.

(AN: Just have to put this in here! It now goes into a view of the past when Bakura's village was destroyed)

I ran down the burning streets of my village. Akunamukanon's men had left. Checking once more to see if there was someone they missed. They didn't spot me though... I was to small...

"Father!? Father!" I cried.

Running at full speed to try and find my dad, I tripped over a rock and cut my knee.

I sat up cleaned the wound with my tongue and started off again. People dead all around... And those who weren't were crying to me for help. I knew I couldn't them... The only thing I could do is make there death swifter.

I started running again continuing to call my father's name, hoping to hear a reply.

I stopped at looked down. One of my friends was dead... It angered me.

"YOU SHALL BE NEXT TO FALL, PHARAOH! AND AFTER THAT! I WILL KILL YOUR SON!!!" I yelled to the sky expecting Akunamukanon to hear it.

I turned my head to another side where my house was. All the walls were broken down except one... My father lay infront of the house, I didn't know if he was dead or not but I went over to check anyway.

"Father?" I asked as I walked over to him,"Are you alive?"

I expected to see him move, though he didn't.

"Did the pharaoh's men get you too!? Did you want to leave your only son alone in this world!?!" Once again anger came over me and I picked up my father by the collar, "TELL ME!?"

He didn't move nor did he flinch... He was dead, and I couldn't change that.

My face became flushed with rage and I threw my father's corpse to the ground. I sat on a rock and cried.

I stood up and I yelled again, tears streaming down, dipping off my chin. I kicked a near by rock with all my might. It went flying.

I glared over to my father's corpse, "You... You never told me... That... That... ARGGGHHH!!!"

I pounded my fist into the ground as I felt a big shadow cover me. I froze and slowly turned around.

My eyes widened and I screamed.

I woke up the next morning... I note close to my head.

I read it out loud to myself, "dear... Bakura... Sorry I couldn't be there... I wanted to tell you sooner but I was to afraid that you may not understand... There is a dungeon... in the city that has something you may find interest in... If you find it and understand it's task... You could have ultimate power..."

"Father..." I whispered.

I looked around the village hoping that the night before was a nightmare but... It wasn't. The ground was burnt beneath me.

A drop of water landed on my shoulder, "DAMN YOU PHARAOH!!!!"

I began to cry again...

(AN: and that is the end of de past)

I opened my eyes. Ash flied out from the fire, scorching my skin. I jumped, quickly brushing it off. I rubbed my eyes to try and get out of my daze.

I looked down at the snake I had cooked and picked it up. After tossing it in my hand for a bit, I sunk my teeth into its flesh.

Cold... The snake was cold and charcoaled.

I spat the foul taste out of my mouth and rubbed my fingers against my tongue hoping it would help.

Still there... I tossed the snake on the stick to the side. It wasn't of any use to me to keep it.

I put my hand against a pocket in my clothes. I felt the cloth inside which held a secret to the ultimate power.

"Power... That's all I need now..." I mumbled to myself as I stood up, "Maybe... Maybe I should look for that hidden place with it... Then... Then pharaoh! I will kill you!!"

I began laughing again, scaring any animal near by.

"Don't worry pharaoh-sama... You will soon join your father... And when you do... I will be ruler of this kingdom!" I yelled to the sky again.