The Essence of a Dream
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, wish I did though. I'm not going to write theses dumb disclaimers for this story anymore, so this stands for the whole kit-n'-kabootle: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARECTERS FROM YU-GI-OH, BUT ANY CHARECTERS THAT AREN'T IN IT, THAT APPEAR IN HERE, AND THE STORYLINE AND PLOT ARE MINE!! Thank you.
Author's note: OK, the story is gonna switch narrators, so it isn't in the first person "I" P.O.V. now. the true origins of the narrator will be revealed in the end, so be patent. **~*~** means a vision.
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"I don't take your meaning, Bakura." Isis said softly.
"Well, what are the powers granted to you from the Millennium Taunk?"
"To predict the near future, but.Oh!" Isis covered her mouth with her had, realization dawning on her.
Malik nodded and then looked down to the floor. "We don't know all there is to know, Isis, but Shadi does." He mumbled, still looking at the floor.
"But how will I locate the Millennium Items?" Isis asked.
"Shadi has them, and I will give you the Millennium Eye." Bakura said. "We better get some sleep; we have a long journey ahead of us."
Isis bathed and prepared for bed, she walked through the sitting room, and Bakura was still awake, drinking some dinner wine, a look of severe concentration on his face, she decided not to disturb him. Isis knew that this had to be something big, because Bakura was postponing fulfilling his desires to obtain all the Millennium Items, and that would not be anything he would willingly do.
Continuing on she saw Malik's silhouette extinguish the candle on his night stand, even he, who usually doesn't retire for bed until 4:00 am was turning in. Turning the corner she entered her own chambers, she turned down her bedclothes and climbed in. The bed's coolness was refreshing in comparison to the hot and dry climate of the Egyptian desert. After many hours Isis was lulled into a dreamless sleep, dreamless, until she had her vision.
**~~*~**~~*~**The rhythm of many different drums was echoing in her ears, causing her head to pound. She could feel the heat of a large fire and the cool breath of night air upon her damp skin, Isis could feel every muscle in her body screaming for blessed relaxation. Every pore on her flesh was pouring perspiration, and she could feel it get caught in, or absorbed into what felt like Egyptian silk or, what she highly suspected as gold. Mingled with the scent of burning wood and camel dung, was the stench of many different people. And then, the sight kicked in.Then it all made sense. Due to the power of the Millennium Taunk, the people of a nearby village believed that the power the Taunk grants her is a gift from the Gods. And this was nothing more than a ceremonial dance, one of the many she performed for the village. Suddenly, the drumbeats stopped and she froze in her position, gazing to the sky, singing a prayer to Horus, the Falcon God, in the Ancient Egyptian language. After she was finished she averted her gaze to the crowds of people circled around her, and her eyes met a cold stare. Watching her intently was a man with cold blue eyes, and short brown hair playing with his brow in a more than seductive way, holding his hand was a boy, about ten with long black hair and the same eyes, lacking the cruel stare. Isis recognized them instantly, the man was none other than Seto Kaiba, the one of whom she granted the Obelisk card, and the young boy was his brother Mokuba.**~~*~**~*~**
Isis violently jerked upright in bed, gasping for air. Her visions not only effected her mentally, but physically also. She was exausted and the very essence of her being wanted to lie back down and go to sleep. But she couldn't, there were too many questions.
Why will she have to perform a ceremonial dance? Why was it so late in the evening, when usually these things took place in the twilight hour? But most importantly, why was Seto Kaiba there and what significance did he have? The Millennium Taunk never showed her anything that it wasn't imperative to know. Then she realized something else. Mokuba was holding his hand, and one thing she was certain of, was that holding hands meant a separation of the two partaking in that act. So something was going to happen to Mokuba, and naturally, Seto would become upset. But where did she fall into place?
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, wish I did though. I'm not going to write theses dumb disclaimers for this story anymore, so this stands for the whole kit-n'-kabootle: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARECTERS FROM YU-GI-OH, BUT ANY CHARECTERS THAT AREN'T IN IT, THAT APPEAR IN HERE, AND THE STORYLINE AND PLOT ARE MINE!! Thank you.
Author's note: OK, the story is gonna switch narrators, so it isn't in the first person "I" P.O.V. now. the true origins of the narrator will be revealed in the end, so be patent. **~*~** means a vision.
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"I don't take your meaning, Bakura." Isis said softly.
"Well, what are the powers granted to you from the Millennium Taunk?"
"To predict the near future, but.Oh!" Isis covered her mouth with her had, realization dawning on her.
Malik nodded and then looked down to the floor. "We don't know all there is to know, Isis, but Shadi does." He mumbled, still looking at the floor.
"But how will I locate the Millennium Items?" Isis asked.
"Shadi has them, and I will give you the Millennium Eye." Bakura said. "We better get some sleep; we have a long journey ahead of us."
Isis bathed and prepared for bed, she walked through the sitting room, and Bakura was still awake, drinking some dinner wine, a look of severe concentration on his face, she decided not to disturb him. Isis knew that this had to be something big, because Bakura was postponing fulfilling his desires to obtain all the Millennium Items, and that would not be anything he would willingly do.
Continuing on she saw Malik's silhouette extinguish the candle on his night stand, even he, who usually doesn't retire for bed until 4:00 am was turning in. Turning the corner she entered her own chambers, she turned down her bedclothes and climbed in. The bed's coolness was refreshing in comparison to the hot and dry climate of the Egyptian desert. After many hours Isis was lulled into a dreamless sleep, dreamless, until she had her vision.
**~~*~**~~*~**The rhythm of many different drums was echoing in her ears, causing her head to pound. She could feel the heat of a large fire and the cool breath of night air upon her damp skin, Isis could feel every muscle in her body screaming for blessed relaxation. Every pore on her flesh was pouring perspiration, and she could feel it get caught in, or absorbed into what felt like Egyptian silk or, what she highly suspected as gold. Mingled with the scent of burning wood and camel dung, was the stench of many different people. And then, the sight kicked in.Then it all made sense. Due to the power of the Millennium Taunk, the people of a nearby village believed that the power the Taunk grants her is a gift from the Gods. And this was nothing more than a ceremonial dance, one of the many she performed for the village. Suddenly, the drumbeats stopped and she froze in her position, gazing to the sky, singing a prayer to Horus, the Falcon God, in the Ancient Egyptian language. After she was finished she averted her gaze to the crowds of people circled around her, and her eyes met a cold stare. Watching her intently was a man with cold blue eyes, and short brown hair playing with his brow in a more than seductive way, holding his hand was a boy, about ten with long black hair and the same eyes, lacking the cruel stare. Isis recognized them instantly, the man was none other than Seto Kaiba, the one of whom she granted the Obelisk card, and the young boy was his brother Mokuba.**~~*~**~*~**
Isis violently jerked upright in bed, gasping for air. Her visions not only effected her mentally, but physically also. She was exausted and the very essence of her being wanted to lie back down and go to sleep. But she couldn't, there were too many questions.
Why will she have to perform a ceremonial dance? Why was it so late in the evening, when usually these things took place in the twilight hour? But most importantly, why was Seto Kaiba there and what significance did he have? The Millennium Taunk never showed her anything that it wasn't imperative to know. Then she realized something else. Mokuba was holding his hand, and one thing she was certain of, was that holding hands meant a separation of the two partaking in that act. So something was going to happen to Mokuba, and naturally, Seto would become upset. But where did she fall into place?