Okay, I am getting tired of saying this. I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, and I'm almost out of puns to make. So I'm done saying it for now- Violets are blue, Roses are pink, I own nothing, and I try not to think. HAHAHA!
Miyst sat in the palace courtyard. Her eyes had gone a pale rose and her lips murmured illegible sayings. She was experiencing a vision. This is what she saw-
A nameless terror swept across the lands. The young king fell, his one son, stronger, yes, but not strong enough, stood up to fight. A tame-less beast stood caught in a destiny it had not expected. Champions fell, cities were conquered, lives were lost. A small band of protectors stood up to ward off the evil, but they all fell. Miyst had seen this vision often before. But this time a change was made.
Ogenki walked through the garden, trying to clear her mind. The annoying voice had come again, this time louder and more persistent. She shook her head violently, trying to force it away. Noticing Miyst, she walked over. The tall woman didn't look well. Her eyes were an odd color and they were whirling destructively. Her mouth shouted out phrases that Ogenki could not distinguish.
"Miyst?" Ogenki inquired, touching the Elf lightly on the shoulder. A shock went through her arm, and Miyst let out a scream. Her eyes went a deadly red, and she turned at last towards Ogenki. In a voice not her own, she spoke.
"A final savior will stand alone, friends dead, her one true love lost in her arms. Through the deaths she will have grown stronger, and the lone one will conquer the evil and free the beasts within." With that, Miyst's head rolled to her chest and she fell, lying on the cement. Ogenki stood paralyzed; terrified of what she had just heard.
Darth sat in the library. He kept looking around, feeling another's presence. There were plenty of people in the library, Zen, and those young Celtic Guardian apprentices of the Mystic to just name a few. But it was not their presence Darth felt, but another. Just as he was about to ignore it, a chill ran up his spine.
"Well Darth. We meet again after more than six years. Come with me now, I can't have you near that dratted apprentice of yours anymore. That would ruin my plans." With the high pitched laugh that made Darth's blood stand still, Darth was taken by his former master.
Ogenki wandered the hallways when the voice started up again.
"That's what you get for ignoring your conscious dear. It's too late. He's been taken away." Ogenki's knees gave out and she fell to the floor trembling with the dull realization of what the voice had been trying to tell her.
The one she loved was gone.
Darth was gone.
So, did anyone see it? Huh? Did anyone think Darth would be kidnapped? Anyone? (Ducks from one lone Soda can being hurled at her head) Anyway, I'll get the next chapter up ASAP, but feel free to submit suggestions or E-mail them to me (I try to check my E-mail every day, and reply to my readers that send me stuff, but if I don't, it's nothing personal). Oh, and if anyone can guess who the Dark Lord, a.k.a. Darth's former master, is, I'll tell everyone your name in the last chapter. A little bit of advertisement for you, and even more if others start to read my story.
Miyst sat in the palace courtyard. Her eyes had gone a pale rose and her lips murmured illegible sayings. She was experiencing a vision. This is what she saw-
A nameless terror swept across the lands. The young king fell, his one son, stronger, yes, but not strong enough, stood up to fight. A tame-less beast stood caught in a destiny it had not expected. Champions fell, cities were conquered, lives were lost. A small band of protectors stood up to ward off the evil, but they all fell. Miyst had seen this vision often before. But this time a change was made.
Ogenki walked through the garden, trying to clear her mind. The annoying voice had come again, this time louder and more persistent. She shook her head violently, trying to force it away. Noticing Miyst, she walked over. The tall woman didn't look well. Her eyes were an odd color and they were whirling destructively. Her mouth shouted out phrases that Ogenki could not distinguish.
"Miyst?" Ogenki inquired, touching the Elf lightly on the shoulder. A shock went through her arm, and Miyst let out a scream. Her eyes went a deadly red, and she turned at last towards Ogenki. In a voice not her own, she spoke.
"A final savior will stand alone, friends dead, her one true love lost in her arms. Through the deaths she will have grown stronger, and the lone one will conquer the evil and free the beasts within." With that, Miyst's head rolled to her chest and she fell, lying on the cement. Ogenki stood paralyzed; terrified of what she had just heard.
Darth sat in the library. He kept looking around, feeling another's presence. There were plenty of people in the library, Zen, and those young Celtic Guardian apprentices of the Mystic to just name a few. But it was not their presence Darth felt, but another. Just as he was about to ignore it, a chill ran up his spine.
"Well Darth. We meet again after more than six years. Come with me now, I can't have you near that dratted apprentice of yours anymore. That would ruin my plans." With the high pitched laugh that made Darth's blood stand still, Darth was taken by his former master.
Ogenki wandered the hallways when the voice started up again.
"That's what you get for ignoring your conscious dear. It's too late. He's been taken away." Ogenki's knees gave out and she fell to the floor trembling with the dull realization of what the voice had been trying to tell her.
The one she loved was gone.
Darth was gone.
So, did anyone see it? Huh? Did anyone think Darth would be kidnapped? Anyone? (Ducks from one lone Soda can being hurled at her head) Anyway, I'll get the next chapter up ASAP, but feel free to submit suggestions or E-mail them to me (I try to check my E-mail every day, and reply to my readers that send me stuff, but if I don't, it's nothing personal). Oh, and if anyone can guess who the Dark Lord, a.k.a. Darth's former master, is, I'll tell everyone your name in the last chapter. A little bit of advertisement for you, and even more if others start to read my story.