Krysta: A YGO fic by Crystal Sister
I don't own YGO or anything else that isn't mine.
So don't sue, I hear the Shadow Realm is lovely this time of year.
Anyway, on with the fic---------
This is my first day in this strange place.
I have no idea where I am.
The caretakers at the orphanage said it was better to dump me here then worry about hiding my abnormality anymore.
I wasn't born with this, but I can say it was never wanted.
I would never wish this upon me. Or anybody else I know or don't know.
But I guess fate has a different picture. Maybe they screwed up their film. Either way, I'm stuck here, and with It.
I never asked for the stupid thing. I never wanted it in the first place.
Why do I have this stupid thing anyway?
Why me?
It's not such a bad thing to have sometimes, although I can't tap into hardly any of its power.
So don't run from me: I can't read your thoughts. I can't steal your soul. I can't hurt you.
And neither can it.
It's just a stupid Millennium Eye.
Yah, no-one told me that Pegasus's wasn't the only one.
No-one told me I'd live with this. And it doesn't hurt me, just my ability to have friends.
My ability to stay in a foster home for more than a week. If that, even.
That's why I'm here, in this stupid wilderness, with out a damn clue where I am.
This place has lots of water-that's about the extent of what I know about this place.
Well, I'd better get up, and find out where the Hell I am, and if anybody lives here.
If they do, maybe they could help me.
Preferably without knowledge of my Eye. That would turn them away from me, unless they understood what I was going though.
But it would take another Millennium Item holder.
Which I doubt I'll find here.
Until Next Time, Krysta
Krysta shut her journal and stuffed her only pencil in her backpack. The tiny backpack was barely full: only with her journal, her pencil, a pocket knife, and a couple of Band-Aids.
She held tightly the locket she was wearing, then hopped off the rock she'd been perched on and headed off into the forest.
I don't own YGO or anything else that isn't mine.
So don't sue, I hear the Shadow Realm is lovely this time of year.
Anyway, on with the fic---------
This is my first day in this strange place.
I have no idea where I am.
The caretakers at the orphanage said it was better to dump me here then worry about hiding my abnormality anymore.
I wasn't born with this, but I can say it was never wanted.
I would never wish this upon me. Or anybody else I know or don't know.
But I guess fate has a different picture. Maybe they screwed up their film. Either way, I'm stuck here, and with It.
I never asked for the stupid thing. I never wanted it in the first place.
Why do I have this stupid thing anyway?
Why me?
It's not such a bad thing to have sometimes, although I can't tap into hardly any of its power.
So don't run from me: I can't read your thoughts. I can't steal your soul. I can't hurt you.
And neither can it.
It's just a stupid Millennium Eye.
Yah, no-one told me that Pegasus's wasn't the only one.
No-one told me I'd live with this. And it doesn't hurt me, just my ability to have friends.
My ability to stay in a foster home for more than a week. If that, even.
That's why I'm here, in this stupid wilderness, with out a damn clue where I am.
This place has lots of water-that's about the extent of what I know about this place.
Well, I'd better get up, and find out where the Hell I am, and if anybody lives here.
If they do, maybe they could help me.
Preferably without knowledge of my Eye. That would turn them away from me, unless they understood what I was going though.
But it would take another Millennium Item holder.
Which I doubt I'll find here.
Until Next Time, Krysta
Krysta shut her journal and stuffed her only pencil in her backpack. The tiny backpack was barely full: only with her journal, her pencil, a pocket knife, and a couple of Band-Aids.
She held tightly the locket she was wearing, then hopped off the rock she'd been perched on and headed off into the forest.