Kuriboh: Woo woo woo woo woo!!
Mystical Elf: The translation is that we don't and never have and never will own Yu-gi-oh. *turns around* Can I get off the stage now??
Chaos: NO!! I MUST FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO DO THE DISCLAIMER!! STAY!!
Mystical Elf: *sighs* The things I do for my friends...
Me: And the name of the Feral Imp I own!! I made it up!! No stealing!! And Curse of Dragon's name is because it was hilarious. At first.
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Dragon Shadows: Chapter Four
He found Chaos with Miles, the Black Luster Soldier, not far away. Their scattered troops regrouped, trudging the long, tiring way back to the castle. Kuriboh, as usual, was unharmed, chattering excitedly with Flandrian, the Feral Imp. Loki was engaged in an argument with Spork, the Curse of Dragon, about dragons having a natural resistance to magic.
The Dark Magician cast an eye over the monsters. Most had taken some damage, but nothing that couldn't be healed later. It was Chaos that worried him most, though. He knew he hadn't been at full strength when the battle began, but the magician insisted on fighting. Now he was pressing one black-gloved hand against a spot on his side. Blood was seeping through the cloth. Sinistrad had always pestered him about armor of some sorts, but he would always retort that it would slow his movements. Maybe he was right, but he would always suffer serious damage from it.
He lasted all the way back to the fortress, but by that time, Miles was half-carrying him. When all were inside and Gaia had shut and locked the gates, the entire crowd proceeded up to the common room and merely flopped wherever there was a chair or a cushion. Sinistrad unfastened his armor and dropped it on the floor, not caring about his sweat-soaked tunic. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. They couldn't go on like this. Not if they must battle for their land and their fortress night and day. Something had to be done.
All the warriors had also discarded parts of their armor. Helmets, shields, swords, most of it lying in little heaps anywhere on the floor. No one said anything - they were bone tired. Curse of Dragon had remained outside with Gaia's horse. Katana was healing him of his wounds that instant, being one of the few monsters not to have gone into the battle.
Chaos and Miles were both asleep on either end of the couch, Miles looking strangely smaller without his armor, in what could be judged as normal clothes. Chaos was still clutching his staff, even while unconscious, as if it were some form of protection. [A/N: like Kaiba's briefcase! Mwha!] Sinistrad suddenly sat bolt upright, leapt out of his chair, and began to climb the stairs to the highest tower.
"What's the matter?" mumbled Loki, pointed ears pricked.
"Nothing, nothing," Sinistrad assured. "The pharaoh will do something about this." He disappeared up the winding staircase.
*****
Up at the top of the tower was a small, circular room, made of stone, the walls bare and grey. In the middle of the room was what appeared to be a marble altar. There was a hollow in the middle of the stone slab, filled with water. Sinistrad gazed into the pool of water for several minutes. "Pharaoh...pharaoh..." he called.
After a few seconds, his lord's face appeared in the water, flickering slightly from the ripples. "Yes, magician?"
"We have a problem." Sinistrad tried to sum it all up. "Seth's forces are moving in on our lands. I don't think we can last out another battle. Not against three Blue Eyes. Can you do something about it?" As an afterthought, he added, "We know you have connections to Seth's hikari."
The pharaoh hesitated, then nodded. "Very well. I'm on my way." His face disappeared.
Sinistrad, task done, padded back down the staircase.
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Me: Yami eeeevil.... *hisses*
Dark Magician: I have a feeling that this will not end well.
Me: Of course not!! This is first-season Yami, remember??
Dark Magician: Oh dear... ... ... ... Waaaiit a second - he drove people insane and stuff, didn't he? Didn't he?!?!? Am I about to lose my mind??
Me: *already gone* REVIEWWWW!!!
Mystical Elf: The translation is that we don't and never have and never will own Yu-gi-oh. *turns around* Can I get off the stage now??
Chaos: NO!! I MUST FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO DO THE DISCLAIMER!! STAY!!
Mystical Elf: *sighs* The things I do for my friends...
Me: And the name of the Feral Imp I own!! I made it up!! No stealing!! And Curse of Dragon's name is because it was hilarious. At first.
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Dragon Shadows: Chapter Four
He found Chaos with Miles, the Black Luster Soldier, not far away. Their scattered troops regrouped, trudging the long, tiring way back to the castle. Kuriboh, as usual, was unharmed, chattering excitedly with Flandrian, the Feral Imp. Loki was engaged in an argument with Spork, the Curse of Dragon, about dragons having a natural resistance to magic.
The Dark Magician cast an eye over the monsters. Most had taken some damage, but nothing that couldn't be healed later. It was Chaos that worried him most, though. He knew he hadn't been at full strength when the battle began, but the magician insisted on fighting. Now he was pressing one black-gloved hand against a spot on his side. Blood was seeping through the cloth. Sinistrad had always pestered him about armor of some sorts, but he would always retort that it would slow his movements. Maybe he was right, but he would always suffer serious damage from it.
He lasted all the way back to the fortress, but by that time, Miles was half-carrying him. When all were inside and Gaia had shut and locked the gates, the entire crowd proceeded up to the common room and merely flopped wherever there was a chair or a cushion. Sinistrad unfastened his armor and dropped it on the floor, not caring about his sweat-soaked tunic. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. They couldn't go on like this. Not if they must battle for their land and their fortress night and day. Something had to be done.
All the warriors had also discarded parts of their armor. Helmets, shields, swords, most of it lying in little heaps anywhere on the floor. No one said anything - they were bone tired. Curse of Dragon had remained outside with Gaia's horse. Katana was healing him of his wounds that instant, being one of the few monsters not to have gone into the battle.
Chaos and Miles were both asleep on either end of the couch, Miles looking strangely smaller without his armor, in what could be judged as normal clothes. Chaos was still clutching his staff, even while unconscious, as if it were some form of protection. [A/N: like Kaiba's briefcase! Mwha!] Sinistrad suddenly sat bolt upright, leapt out of his chair, and began to climb the stairs to the highest tower.
"What's the matter?" mumbled Loki, pointed ears pricked.
"Nothing, nothing," Sinistrad assured. "The pharaoh will do something about this." He disappeared up the winding staircase.
*****
Up at the top of the tower was a small, circular room, made of stone, the walls bare and grey. In the middle of the room was what appeared to be a marble altar. There was a hollow in the middle of the stone slab, filled with water. Sinistrad gazed into the pool of water for several minutes. "Pharaoh...pharaoh..." he called.
After a few seconds, his lord's face appeared in the water, flickering slightly from the ripples. "Yes, magician?"
"We have a problem." Sinistrad tried to sum it all up. "Seth's forces are moving in on our lands. I don't think we can last out another battle. Not against three Blue Eyes. Can you do something about it?" As an afterthought, he added, "We know you have connections to Seth's hikari."
The pharaoh hesitated, then nodded. "Very well. I'm on my way." His face disappeared.
Sinistrad, task done, padded back down the staircase.
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Me: Yami eeeevil.... *hisses*
Dark Magician: I have a feeling that this will not end well.
Me: Of course not!! This is first-season Yami, remember??
Dark Magician: Oh dear... ... ... ... Waaaiit a second - he drove people insane and stuff, didn't he? Didn't he?!?!? Am I about to lose my mind??
Me: *already gone* REVIEWWWW!!!
