I made this story awhile ago in a normal notebook waiting to type it
up. The story idea comes from a really good story my friend, Star-Cosmos,
wrote titled "The Egyptian Princess". The main charter is Anzu, so if you
hate her don't read it. But in the story she is cool so read it when you
get the chance.
Desert Night: Get on with the story already!
Chapter 1: Assassination
In the Sahara Desert during one of those rare thunderstorms, a cloaked figure walked along the barren streets of Kalac (AN: I made it up ok! I stink at history), the main city of Upper Egypt, home to King Yami and the sly thief Bakura. The figure came to a halt in front of a small tavern in witch laughter could be heard. She opened the foolishly unlocked door and saw who she was looking for. Fingering a knife under her cloak, she slide inside and sat at a table in the far corner, covered in shadows. Across the room she spotted a few criminals and at the head of the table, a mug of beer in one hand and the Sennen Ring around his neck, was none other then Bakura, otherwise known as the King of Thieves. The figure took out a bottle of bright green lickwed and dipped the tip of her dagger into it. There was a small hiss as the blade made contact with the poison. "Perfect" the assassin said under her breath with a grin. Holding the poison dagger above her head slightly making sure not to draw attion to herself, she aimed it at Bakura. 'Something is not right here' she thought, pausing. 'It's too easy. The open door, the lack of guards and with this many criminals' she shook her head 'No time for second thoughts!' And with that she sent the dagger flying. Bakura was about to have the worst, and last, headache of his life.
I know, bad ending. Kinda corny and if U actually liked it, I left it on a cliffhanger. HA!
Desert Night: Please review.
Desert Night: Get on with the story already!
Chapter 1: Assassination
In the Sahara Desert during one of those rare thunderstorms, a cloaked figure walked along the barren streets of Kalac (AN: I made it up ok! I stink at history), the main city of Upper Egypt, home to King Yami and the sly thief Bakura. The figure came to a halt in front of a small tavern in witch laughter could be heard. She opened the foolishly unlocked door and saw who she was looking for. Fingering a knife under her cloak, she slide inside and sat at a table in the far corner, covered in shadows. Across the room she spotted a few criminals and at the head of the table, a mug of beer in one hand and the Sennen Ring around his neck, was none other then Bakura, otherwise known as the King of Thieves. The figure took out a bottle of bright green lickwed and dipped the tip of her dagger into it. There was a small hiss as the blade made contact with the poison. "Perfect" the assassin said under her breath with a grin. Holding the poison dagger above her head slightly making sure not to draw attion to herself, she aimed it at Bakura. 'Something is not right here' she thought, pausing. 'It's too easy. The open door, the lack of guards and with this many criminals' she shook her head 'No time for second thoughts!' And with that she sent the dagger flying. Bakura was about to have the worst, and last, headache of his life.
I know, bad ending. Kinda corny and if U actually liked it, I left it on a cliffhanger. HA!
Desert Night: Please review.
