Bakura on the other hand was sinking. When the light had flash his soul seemed to fall through the earth into the Shadow Realm. When he got there a slight smirk fell onto his face as he spoke out into the darkness, "So here we are again. I'm dead, I've officially died and my soul has gone here. Poor Nayia, I wish there had been another way, but I couldn't do anything, I had to get rid of the yami… I just had to.

He got up and started walking, he didn't know where or why, he was just walking. As he was trudging onward he heard only the echo of his own footsteps and his breathing. His mind was wandering aimlessly as he just continued, there was nothing else for it to do as the spirit of Bakura traveled into a never ending world where all that had been goes once it will never return…

"I didn't complete my vow…" He stopped walking as this struck his mind, "I have not freed her from sorrow I have caused…" He groaned and knelt down, it was all his fault, if he had just never existed then none of this would never have happened. If he had just stayed out of everyone's lives then there would be no grief for Nayia, she would have lived the normal life of a princess instead of what had happened. She would have been happy if he had not been there…

The picture of Nayia lying on his bed flashed into his mind as he saw her crying. He wanted to help her, to comfort her. Oh why did he ever have to trouble her sweet life…



He was walking through the halls again, but this time it was before he warned the pharaoh about the storm. It was when he had arrived at the court. He didn't have the millennium ring around his neck as he walked into the throne room and bowed in front of the pharaoh.

"Your highness, I am Bakura, I would wish that you may let me stay here as part of your court. I shall be of all the service I can be, you just have to tell me what to do and I will fulfill it to the best of my ability."

The pharaoh glanced down his nose at him and then waved over to one of the servants. Bakura watched the king talk with the serf and then turn back to him.

"You may stay at court, but to prove yourself you must complete a little assignment for me. All you have to do is go into one of the tombs and retrieve some items... and if you do not then you shall be punished." The pharaoh stared down at him sternly and then waved for the guards to lead him out.

Bakura had a look of disbelief on his face as he walked away from the pharaoh, just go into a tomb and get some items, well that was simpler enough, heh, ya right! But what other choice did he have... the guards led him out to the entrance where he asked them which way it was to one of the pyramids and that's the way he headed. He came up to one of the pyramids and went all around it until he found the entrance. Warily he walked into the dark passageway and looked from side to side.

Bakura went to the end of one passage and turned to the left, then he went right, and finally another left. At the end of that passage he saw the room covered with golden items, treasures for the deceased ruler's afterlife. In a particular corner there were a bunch of items with the eye of Horus embalmed on them. Bakura picked one of them up to inspect it. It was a ring. Placing the item around his neck Bakura smiled, it seemed to fit with him somehow. Gathering the other items into his hands he walked out of the tomb. Coming out of the entrance of the tomb a sudden quiver went over him, but he thought nothing of it.

When Bakura got back to the pharaoh he handed the items to him. The king smiled and bid one of the servants to lead him to a room. Bakura had hidden the ring inside his shirt so that his majesty wouldn't see it and take it from him, he didn't want to give it away, although he didn't especially know why. Over the next few weeks Bakura went to visit the court every day so as to keep being in good spirits. He ran little errands for the king and as the time went on her started to have visions. Things would appear in his mind at intervals in time, sometimes while he was sleeping in his dreams, and other times he would fall into a trance while going about his daily business.

One day while Bakura was walking on the outer terrace he had a one of his vision. In his trance he saw the pharaoh lying in his bed while his song and daughter sat beside him. The king had come down with a deadly disease suddenly. Nayia was leaning over him fluffing his pillows and such while repeating to him about how he would be fine and it would all get better. But Yami on the other hand sat with his arms folded and his eyes closed. He seemed indifferent to the death of his father.

And that was the vision, just a picture of the two sitting there. Bakura shook his head, this was bad news... He continued walking down the parapet and he looked to and upper balcony where he saw the princess Nayia gazing down at him. He had seen her catching glimpses of him ever since he had come to the court, but he didn't know why...





Bakura kept picturing Nayia, past and present, each time he saw her there was a look of despair on her face, there was never a time when she was free of pain. He hung his head down as silver locks fell down to cover his face. As he continued walking he bumped right into his yami. Bakura blankly stared up at him and started to go around him. The yami grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. Bakura continued to stare at the ground as his yami began to talk to him.

"I see you finally managed to get me out of the millennium ring, a lot of good it did you..." He smirked slightly and took his hand off of Bakura.

"I'm not in the mood..." Bakura started to walk away again when his yami turned him around holding his shoulders.

"Hey kid..."

"What..."

"You did ok..."

Bakura looked at him like he was some alien creature, what game was he playing?

"What are you doing?"

The yami shrugged and kicked whatever dirt there was in the shadow realm.

"You got rid of me, and you didn't vanish on your way to this realm. You even managed to overpower me." He patted Bakura on the shoulder and smirked.

"A lot of good it did me..." Bakura shook his head in despair and grabbed his head in his hands. "I can't get out of here to help her, it's all my fault. But there's no way out, I just can't escape..." He slumped to the ground and curled up into a little ball of shame.

The yami crouched down and tried to drag him up. "Come on kid, ya can't give up that easily..."

"Why not." Bakura glared at the yami as tears started to trickle down his face.

His other self sighed exasperated and then yanked Bakura onto his feet and started to push him backwards to prove his point, "You uncursed your millennium ring even after it had been taken over several times. You still managed to remember Nayia after centuries, and against all odds a mere mortal like yourself has made it to the spirit stage in the shadow realm instead of disappearing forever. So if you're gonna give up just because you don't THINK you can't get out then you are an even more pathetic soul than I thought you were when we first met..." He folded his arms and turned his head to the side with a smug look on his face as he was disappointed in Bakura.

Bakura stared up at his yami and then back down at the ground.

"I just don't know..."

The yami smiled and crossed his arms knowingly. Touching a finger to his nose.

"I do though..."

Bakura tilted his head to the side slightly as he stared at the other and listened to what he had to say.

"You see there is a certain spell to get you out of here. I know of this spell. And I can help you, but only if you think that it will work..."

"How can I know whether it will work or not if I don't even know what it is?"

Yami Bakura chuckled, "Listen, all that the spell does is relocate you. Where ever your heart is then that is where your body shall go... if you have no doubt then you shall go exactly to her, but if you don't have faith then you shall be sent to a slow painful death."

Nayia cried for hours as she wandered around the room. Life just wasn't fare, it just wasn't. She had decided on this while she was lying on Bakura's bed. As she trudged around glancing up at the various items in the apartment she looked at all the things that Bakura had decorated the place with. Each piece of furniture, each decoration all sent an image of Bakura into her mind. Nothing was too strong, all sort of a mellow, peaceful aura.

She plopped down onto the couch and hugged one of his pillows. What had she done to deserve this?

A knock rapped on the door. Nayia got up and opened it to see two men standing there with blank faces. One of them spoke out with a gruff voice, "Come!"

Nayia twisted the hem of her dress nervously. "Um... I'm sorry, but I don't think that would be possible..."

One of them grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the room and started dragging her down the hall. "I'm afraid you are wrong."

Nayia didn't know what to do. I mean nothing like this had ever happened to her before. After being dragged a bit she just started walking with them because she thought that would be the best thing to do. The two strangers led her out of the building, through the market, and straight out of town. She looked back at the gates as they passed them. Where were these people taking her?

They trudged on late into the night until they arrived at a camp. The two men shoved her into one of the tents and started tying her hands to two wooden pillars. Ripping the dried flowers out of her hair one of them tickled her throat with the point of his dagger.

"Don't try anything little missy or your head will no longer be above your shoulders, understand?"

Nayia made little moan and the man put away his blade leaving Nayia with the other man.

"Make your mark, you know what to do..." Then the man with the dagger left the tent.

Nayia sat there staring at the big man in front of her. He had a beard and a rather menacing grin painted on his features as he took out a mace from under his large trench coat. Tapping her head lightly with it he went over to the other side of the tent to pick up a sword. Walking back over to her holding one in each hand he grinned viciously.