I don't freaking own Yu-Gi-Oh. Any fans of the show will know what characters are mine, and which aren't, so no suing, cause I don't take claim over the characters that aren't mine.
The three girls walked out of their room to see Zen joking around with Henri and Sar. Sar was laughing nervously. Darth and Chaz were solemnly standing a little apart from the group. Ogenki, Kao, and Mars looked at them.
"Well, uh, we're ready." Ogenki said. Without a word, Darth and Chaz walked away down the hallway. Zen, the obvious easy-goer of the bunch, took off after them lazily, motioning for the five to follow. They stumbled after them, nervous.
When they arrived at the doors of the ballroom, Darth pulled his apprentices aside.
"You five remember that you were chosen out of many candidates. Many will look down upon you, think of you as lowly magicians. I am known as the Dark Magician, for we are thought to use dark magic. Do not think less of yourself, though many will hate you. Mind your manners, and keep in mind that you know the truth." He hesitated, "And girls," he said, "watch out for the King Yami," he straightened himself, pulled on his collar, and motioned them to follow. They walked in together proudly.
In the ballroom, thousands of people stood or danced slowly around. In one corner stood the incredibly short King of the lands, Yami. He was scowling and staring in the direction of the apprentices. Ogenki found herself avoiding his glance. An elf came up to them, and bowed.
"I'm Miyst. Or maybe you've heard me referred to as the Mystic of the realm?" she asked. Ogenki's jaw dropped. She grabbed the elf's hand.
"Pleased to meet you. I've heard so much about you. How you…"
"Save the lands? Hardly. I just see visions, and stop small things form happening, such as fires, floods, that sort of thing. Although I did prevent a massacre once," with a look of disgust, Miyst glanced over at the still staring King, "If it weren't for him not believing me half the time, I could do a lot more. Have you met my apprentices?" she asked abruptly. Ogenki, Mars, and Kao shook their heads. In a typical boy fashion, Darth, Henri, and Sar had slipped off.
"Well, then. I'll call them over," Miyst turned around, "Hou! Ched, Ce`ll! Hanna no gege asu!" Mars stood in wonder. Unlike the other two, she had never heard any form of Elvish before. Miyst turned back to them.
"That's one of the newer versions of Elvish. Few speak the older, more majestic sounding versions anymore, just these rougher versions. Unfortunately, my boys only know a little bit of the older languages. Ah, here they are," two boys about twelve came up.
"Ganna mo ne so, Tyla?" one asked, then noticed Ogenki, Mars, and Kao. He pointed at them and asked, "Shesee go?" the other boy hit him over the head.
"English, not Elvish, Cell! Mistress Miyst wouldn't have called us over here to confuse some of the guests of honor."
"Well Soooooorry Fax! You know that unlike you Elvish is my first language. At least I'm a full elf!" Fax punched Cell in the face. Cell yelped, dive-rolling underneath him, landing a kick in his lower back. With a war screech, the larger Fax tackled Cell down, and the two wrestled. Miyst suddenly clapped her hands together and then brought them apart. In unison, the boys were jerked away from each other. (In case you couldn't tell, she was using magic)
"Boys!" Miyst scolded, then walked away, leaving the boys to follow. Ogenki smiled. Suddenly she heard a cry from behind her. Turning, she saw Kao apologizing profusely to Sar, who had come up behind her, causing her to smack him out of instinct. He shook his head at her apologies. He looked terrified at what he was about to do, but he nervously asked if she would dance with him. She nodded, still apologizing as he nursed his red cheek. Looking around for Mars, Ogenki smiled. Mars and Henri were dancing, Henri babbling in French. Mars stared at him until he switched to Japanese, her first language. Ogenki looked around. Then she noticed the King had left his corner and was making a beeline towards her. She gulped, looking anxiously for someone's arm to grab and avoid him. Seeing no one, she bit her lip. He was getting closer. Suddenly she felt an arm on her shoulder turn her around and pull her to the dance floor.
It was Darth.
Grateful, Ogenki put her arms on his shoulders. Holy Elf, he was tall, around a foot taller than she was. The King stopped, glaring at them. Darth winked at him, as if to say "Too Bad." Ogenki looked up at him.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"I don't want his moral-less hands on any of my apprentices," he told her.
"Take it you don't like him?" she asked.
"Hardly. In fact," he looked around, "I don't like most the people here. And I hate big social gatherings like this. If we must celebrate, why not just invite your families? Why all these people? You don't know any of them, so why would you want to celebrate one of the greatest days of your life with them?" he gave her a small smile, "Call me anti-social, but I can't stand being around so many over-dressed people." Ogenki chuckled.
In seemingly no time at all, the clock struck midnight, announcing the end of the ball. Darth called the five and told them to go to bed. All the way down to their rooms, Henri and Mars teased her about dancing with their master, Sar and Kao smiling nervously. When they finally got to the rooms, Mars, Kao, Henri, and Sar started bickering over who got the bath first. Ogenki just walked into the room, climbing into her bed, expecting a dreamless sleep.
She didn't get what she expected. She did dream, a dark, bone-chilling dream. It started out, as so many nightmares do, with her running. She was running down the palace halls, something chasing her. With a jolt, she stopped. Darth materialized in front of her, his back towards her. He turned around and she saw blood running down his face. With a blood-curdling scream, he disintegrated. Ogenki shrieked, running down another hallway, where she found the broken bodies of Sar and Mars, Kao looking up at her, tears of blood running down her cheeks. A hand grasped her shoulder and Ogenki turned to find Henri, his long blonde hair coated with blood. He made an odd gurgling sound before falling and curling up in death. Kao's head fell backwards and she too died. A malicious voice started laughing from behind her. Turning, Ogenki stared into the blue and red eyes of two unknown creatures.
She woke screaming. Mars and Kao jerked awake, running to her side. Ogenki started sobbing uncontrollably. Wordless, the other two comforted her, and none slept the rest of the night.
Author's Note: Right about now my language teacher would be asking, "Did anyone notice the foreshadowing here? There was a lot of foreshadowing. Did anyone pick up on it? Anyone at all?" Then we would all throw soda cans and tell him he needs a life, then running because he's six foot six and quite scary when mad. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Did anyone catch the couplings? I only made it obvious… HEY! DON'T THROW SODA CANS AT ME! Ouch! Hey, that hurt! Geez, do I even have readers? Hello! People? I promise not to yell anymore! Really!
*cricket, cricket*
Evil Meanies.
The three girls walked out of their room to see Zen joking around with Henri and Sar. Sar was laughing nervously. Darth and Chaz were solemnly standing a little apart from the group. Ogenki, Kao, and Mars looked at them.
"Well, uh, we're ready." Ogenki said. Without a word, Darth and Chaz walked away down the hallway. Zen, the obvious easy-goer of the bunch, took off after them lazily, motioning for the five to follow. They stumbled after them, nervous.
When they arrived at the doors of the ballroom, Darth pulled his apprentices aside.
"You five remember that you were chosen out of many candidates. Many will look down upon you, think of you as lowly magicians. I am known as the Dark Magician, for we are thought to use dark magic. Do not think less of yourself, though many will hate you. Mind your manners, and keep in mind that you know the truth." He hesitated, "And girls," he said, "watch out for the King Yami," he straightened himself, pulled on his collar, and motioned them to follow. They walked in together proudly.
In the ballroom, thousands of people stood or danced slowly around. In one corner stood the incredibly short King of the lands, Yami. He was scowling and staring in the direction of the apprentices. Ogenki found herself avoiding his glance. An elf came up to them, and bowed.
"I'm Miyst. Or maybe you've heard me referred to as the Mystic of the realm?" she asked. Ogenki's jaw dropped. She grabbed the elf's hand.
"Pleased to meet you. I've heard so much about you. How you…"
"Save the lands? Hardly. I just see visions, and stop small things form happening, such as fires, floods, that sort of thing. Although I did prevent a massacre once," with a look of disgust, Miyst glanced over at the still staring King, "If it weren't for him not believing me half the time, I could do a lot more. Have you met my apprentices?" she asked abruptly. Ogenki, Mars, and Kao shook their heads. In a typical boy fashion, Darth, Henri, and Sar had slipped off.
"Well, then. I'll call them over," Miyst turned around, "Hou! Ched, Ce`ll! Hanna no gege asu!" Mars stood in wonder. Unlike the other two, she had never heard any form of Elvish before. Miyst turned back to them.
"That's one of the newer versions of Elvish. Few speak the older, more majestic sounding versions anymore, just these rougher versions. Unfortunately, my boys only know a little bit of the older languages. Ah, here they are," two boys about twelve came up.
"Ganna mo ne so, Tyla?" one asked, then noticed Ogenki, Mars, and Kao. He pointed at them and asked, "Shesee go?" the other boy hit him over the head.
"English, not Elvish, Cell! Mistress Miyst wouldn't have called us over here to confuse some of the guests of honor."
"Well Soooooorry Fax! You know that unlike you Elvish is my first language. At least I'm a full elf!" Fax punched Cell in the face. Cell yelped, dive-rolling underneath him, landing a kick in his lower back. With a war screech, the larger Fax tackled Cell down, and the two wrestled. Miyst suddenly clapped her hands together and then brought them apart. In unison, the boys were jerked away from each other. (In case you couldn't tell, she was using magic)
"Boys!" Miyst scolded, then walked away, leaving the boys to follow. Ogenki smiled. Suddenly she heard a cry from behind her. Turning, she saw Kao apologizing profusely to Sar, who had come up behind her, causing her to smack him out of instinct. He shook his head at her apologies. He looked terrified at what he was about to do, but he nervously asked if she would dance with him. She nodded, still apologizing as he nursed his red cheek. Looking around for Mars, Ogenki smiled. Mars and Henri were dancing, Henri babbling in French. Mars stared at him until he switched to Japanese, her first language. Ogenki looked around. Then she noticed the King had left his corner and was making a beeline towards her. She gulped, looking anxiously for someone's arm to grab and avoid him. Seeing no one, she bit her lip. He was getting closer. Suddenly she felt an arm on her shoulder turn her around and pull her to the dance floor.
It was Darth.
Grateful, Ogenki put her arms on his shoulders. Holy Elf, he was tall, around a foot taller than she was. The King stopped, glaring at them. Darth winked at him, as if to say "Too Bad." Ogenki looked up at him.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"I don't want his moral-less hands on any of my apprentices," he told her.
"Take it you don't like him?" she asked.
"Hardly. In fact," he looked around, "I don't like most the people here. And I hate big social gatherings like this. If we must celebrate, why not just invite your families? Why all these people? You don't know any of them, so why would you want to celebrate one of the greatest days of your life with them?" he gave her a small smile, "Call me anti-social, but I can't stand being around so many over-dressed people." Ogenki chuckled.
In seemingly no time at all, the clock struck midnight, announcing the end of the ball. Darth called the five and told them to go to bed. All the way down to their rooms, Henri and Mars teased her about dancing with their master, Sar and Kao smiling nervously. When they finally got to the rooms, Mars, Kao, Henri, and Sar started bickering over who got the bath first. Ogenki just walked into the room, climbing into her bed, expecting a dreamless sleep.
She didn't get what she expected. She did dream, a dark, bone-chilling dream. It started out, as so many nightmares do, with her running. She was running down the palace halls, something chasing her. With a jolt, she stopped. Darth materialized in front of her, his back towards her. He turned around and she saw blood running down his face. With a blood-curdling scream, he disintegrated. Ogenki shrieked, running down another hallway, where she found the broken bodies of Sar and Mars, Kao looking up at her, tears of blood running down her cheeks. A hand grasped her shoulder and Ogenki turned to find Henri, his long blonde hair coated with blood. He made an odd gurgling sound before falling and curling up in death. Kao's head fell backwards and she too died. A malicious voice started laughing from behind her. Turning, Ogenki stared into the blue and red eyes of two unknown creatures.
She woke screaming. Mars and Kao jerked awake, running to her side. Ogenki started sobbing uncontrollably. Wordless, the other two comforted her, and none slept the rest of the night.
Author's Note: Right about now my language teacher would be asking, "Did anyone notice the foreshadowing here? There was a lot of foreshadowing. Did anyone pick up on it? Anyone at all?" Then we would all throw soda cans and tell him he needs a life, then running because he's six foot six and quite scary when mad. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Did anyone catch the couplings? I only made it obvious… HEY! DON'T THROW SODA CANS AT ME! Ouch! Hey, that hurt! Geez, do I even have readers? Hello! People? I promise not to yell anymore! Really!
*cricket, cricket*
Evil Meanies.