To Remember Light

By: Rikku24

Chapter 4: Explorations

"By knowing one reaches belief. By doing one gains conviction. When you know, dare." - Ancient Egyptian Proverb

A group of three crossed the market, buying supplies. One carried a small backpack. The other woman carried the food and such while the third just followed silently. Soon the group left the market and headed towards the Valley of the Kings. However, they were not headed towards a regular tomb. No, they were headed towards the Unknown Tomb despite the fact that they would not be allowed entrance.

The man of the group stepped forward and started to converse with the tourist.

"This is so cool. Don't you agree?" Trinity asked Malik happily.

"I've never been to a tomb before, so I guess this is a bit exciting," Malik replied, smiling slightly.

The two continued to chat for the rest of the journey. Isis dropped into the conversation every once in a while too.

However the conversation soon came to an end when guards approached the group.

"Sorry but no one is to enter this tomb. You'll have to leave," one of the guards said sternly.

"Could you please make an exception for us?" I asked sweetly.

If only Yuugi was here. They'd let us through with one sight of his eyes. I thought.

"No can do, you'll have to visit another tomb," The guard said, still really stern.

"Pwease? It would mean a lot to me," I said, widening my eyes and trying to do the puppy dog look.

"Here let me try," Isis suggested.

I nodded in response and stepped back to where Malik was standing.

"Good morning sirs. I'm Isis Ishtar, owner of a popular museum in New York City. I'm coming to investigate this tomb with my friends and helpers. An exhibit on this tomb could do my museum some good. If you let us through and all is a success, you will be rewarded gratefully. If you lose your jobs due to us, I'll hire you to work at my museum or find a place for you to work. So, will you let us through?" Isis asked.

"Let me ask my fellow guards fro their opinion. Hold on," the guard said, heading towards the other guards.

Isis looked at Malik and me and winked. I smiled in response. There was no way they could say no.

"Okay, we'll let you through. But if we lose our job, you're responsible for getting us a new one," the guard stated.

Isis nodded and then we left, headed towards the Unknown Tomb.

The entrance was dark and humid. There were hieroglyphs carved on the walls near to the entrance. However I was not familiar with that style. It was like Hieratic but a little bit different. Not quite Coptic, though. I began to take some sketches while Isis set up her camera and sketchbook as well.

"This is cool," Malik commented.

"Yeah," I replied.

"So, what do these hieroglyphs say?" Malik asked me.

"I…don't know. They're of a script that I'm unfamiliar with," I said.

"Oh, right," Malik said, slightly confused. There were different types of hieroglyphs?

"Maybe my parents' journal can help," I said to myself, taking the small leather-bound book out of my backpack.

I began to read. My mind absorbing the information that the book held. I was lost from the world, lost from reality. These words were my parents'. I had a feeling my mom wrote this for the handwriting couldn't belong to a guy. And then…I finished it.

"Oh my God," I said in disbelief.

"What is it?" Malik asked.

"This journal. This tomb. This place. This is where…where my parents died," I said totally shocked.

"What?" Isis exclaimed.

She knew of coincidences but this. This was awful. The poor girl's parents had died here.

"I now know what I must do. I'm…I'm going to finish what they started. You stay here. While I follow in my parents' footsteps," Trinity said, full of determination.

I quickly scanned the walls and notes. There were a few things my parents had left out so I copied them in the blank pages that I found. The room was dark. Hieroglyphs decorated the walls; there was a passageway on the opposite side of the room. Two Wingweavers, with their wings folded in, stood on either side of the passageway's entrance. I looked towards the passageway's entrance and then glanced at my parents' notes. They had gone through there, through that path. I could see that the amount of notes left was few. Something told me that it was there, in that passageway, that my parents had met their end. It had been their death that closed down this tomb. Sure it didn't look dangerous now, but in that hall lurked some trap, the same trap that had killed my parents. So, naturally, I was going to go down that passageway and face whatever was there.

"Hey! I'm going down this passageway. Okay? You guys continue studying this section, I guess. There's plenty here," I said, heading towards the two Wingweaver statues.

"Okay, be careful though," Isis cautioned.

"Yeah, don't go and fall down some hole," Malik called after me.

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That passageway was dim but not dark. I could make out figures and such on the wall. Hieroglyphs decorated it too. There was a massive creature that looked bluish in tone and deadly in appearance. Across from it was a golden bird but with a metal appearance. I studied the hieroglyphs around this figure and recognized some form of the name Re, the Sun God. There was more but I couldn't make it out. The whole name (which was rather long) was encased in a Cartouche. I grabbed my pencil and book and copied the name down. I looked towards the bluish figure and found a cartouche near it as well. I proceeded to copy this one down as well. As I moved down the corridor, scenes of the pharaoh's life appeared carved on the aged walls. I studied the scenes, having to squint in order to see clearly. It was so dark here, so dim. I could barely see. I tried to see up ahead and could make out a door to my left.

As I neared it, a red serpent's body came to view. It's head and front claws rested on the doors entrance and nearby was another cartouche. I copied this one down as well and recognized some symbols that looked vaguely like the ones used to spell Osiris. Standing across from the door was a dragon. I immediately recognized it as the Blue Eyes White Dragon. Then on the left side of the door I recognized the Dark Magician and on the right side was none other than the Dark Magician Girl. This led my eyes to finally look at the door, even though something told me not to. I had a feeling that I would not like what I saw. I turned towards the door and took a step forward.

What the-? My foot didn't hit stone like I had thought but air. Within a moment I was falling. I quickly reached up and made a grab for the ledge.

Luck. Pure dumb luck. My hand grasped the ledge but I wasn't able to pull myself up. Nope, I was stuck. And I could tell the ledge couldn't support me for much longer. No, I would hang here until someone helped me up or I fell. Not much luck there. So I did the only thing I could.

"MALIK! ISIS! SOMEONE HELP ME!" I yelled.

I heard no response, no reply. Would I share the same fate as my parents? Would I die here too? I just hung there limply. I didn't want to die, but did I have a choice? It was stupid asking questions that couldn't be answered. So I just hung there and, more stupidly, cried.

I looked up from the wall I was studying. I thought I heard something but no, it couldn't have been anything. The echo of the noise bounced around for a bit before disappearing. I looked towards my sister; she was absorbed in her work. Quickly and quietly sketching notes and symbols. Maybe it was just me. May be only I had heard it.

Another sound came and this time I could tell where it had come from. It came from the hallway near the back of the room. But what would be there?

"Malik, did you hear that?" Isis asked me.

"Yeah, what was it?" I replied.

"It was Trinity, smart one. I think she needs help," Isis said matter-o-factly.

Now that hit me hard. Trinity, in danger. O_O (Me: OMG! WE'RE GONNA DIE! Malik: _ Be quiet Me: ^_^)

I hurriedly got up and walked quickly towards the hallway.

I liked the dark. The dark was somewhere for a person like me. A place where I could plot and destroy without being interrupted. Hehe… So the girl's life was in danger? This was perfect. I didn't even have to do anything and the girl went and died. Maybe she was danger prone or something. Well, maybe a little help wouldn't hurt anyone except the victim….

My head. It hurt. It was as if someone was trying to break into it. As if someone was trying to control it. It could be none other than my other self. My dark side, my yami. I shook my head and continued down the hall. No use. I couldn't go on like this. Keeping control of my body and fighting off someone trying to control it was too much. I'd have to fight my other self.

I hung there waiting. Maybe I would be saved. I men, just a second ago I thought I heard footsteps. Maybe it was just my imagination… Oh well, I had some time. Maybe it was enough time to allow someone to save me.

//I won't leave easily. Even you know that. NOW GIVE ME CONTROL!//

/No! I can't! Just leave me alone. Now/

//You're so pathetic. You know she doesn't love you. Who could?//

/AH! GO AWAY! NOW!/

//I don't here the magic word//

/Oh and I expect you'll start calling me your "hikari"/

//Heh. I should. But you're not much of a hikari. In fact, you're not much of anything//

/Just go away. Please/

//Aww how cute, you're begging//

/SHUT UP!/

//I'm aggravating you, aren't I? This is rather fun, I must say//

Malik slumped to the ground. It hurt so much. If he would just go away. Just leave. Even a small break from this other self would be nice. But he could never have that. Malik quickly racked his mind for a way to stop his other self.

That was it! A quick spell that could lock up a mind in its soul room for a few hours. Malik had learnt it when he was young. He quickly recited the spell and…

What was this? I was so close to taking over when this, a golden net, ensnared me. An outrage! He may think this was all fun and play but it was much more than that. This was a game of life and death. Yes, I had lost this battle but not the war (Me: How clichéd is that? I mean REALLY).

"Hold on Trinity, I'm coming," Malik muttered under his breath before continuing down the hall.

I still clung to that ledge. I knew my time here was coming to an end. I could feel the ledge giving way. Stones were now tumbling down across my face. My face was now covered with dirt, scratches, and tears.

My ears strained for the sound of someone approaching and… I heard footsteps? No, it had to be my imagination. No one was coming for me. I was going to die (Me: So optimistic…).

The rocks tumbled down my face again and my grip slipped. I thought I was going to fall. But something caught hold of my hand. I looked up and saw Malik's face beaded with sweat. His purple eyes shone in the darkness of the hall. He smiled slightly and began to pull me up.

"You- you came, I thought I was going to fall," I said, blinking.

"Of course I came, now c'mon. I can't pull you up by myself," Malik said.

I then made an effort to pull myself up out of danger with Malik's help. I was going to live! When he finally managed to pull me up, I dusted myself off and looked at him.

"Thank you, you saved my life," I said graciously.

"Don't mention it, I wouldn't have let you die. Now c'mon. Let's go get you cleaned up," Malik said, heading towards the main room.

I followed after him, telling him what happened.

We entered the main room and I went and grabbed a bottle of water. I poured some on a towel and wiped my face with it and drank the rest.

"I'm going back there. I know that something's on the other side of that door and I'm determined to find out what it is," I said after a short rest.

"That's crazy! How will you get to the other side and back? What if…what if you die?" Malik asked, obviously worried (Malik: There's something wrong here).

"Don't worry. I'll make it. Now come and see me off," I said, standing up.

"Do I really have a say in this?" Malik murmured to himself.

I headed back down the hall, towards the door. I looked at Malik and slowly walked up to him.

"Don't worry, I'll be back. Just don't leave without me, okay?" I said.

"Okay," He said, not sounding too sure.

I then stood up on my toes (he's much taller than I) and kissed him on the cheek. Malik, quite taken aback by this, just stood there dumbly.

"Bye!" I said, getting a good start.

I then ran forward and jumped.

"Good luck Trinity and may Re be with you," Malik said, even though Trinity had already gone.

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Me: CLIFFIE!

Malik: Yeah, you're main character just jumped off one.

Me: I know that… but it was also a cliffie!

Malik: *rolls eyes* Whatever.

Isis: Where was I in this?

Me: You went to a local club and got drunk!

Isis: Seriously…

Me: Oh…you were studying hieroglyphs…

Isis: Sure…

Jono: MORE ME MORE ME MORE ME!

Me: You're showing up soon. Just not soon.

Jono: Oh… -_-

Me: PLEASE REVIEW! ME LIKE REVIEWS!

Malik: No flames please…

Me: Flames are mean : (

Malik: …

Me: Oh yeah, I reviewed chapter 3 cause I was really bored. You can read it if you like, it's kinda amusing.