Book Dragon: *Yawns* "its 8:00 here"

Bakura:* Wearing a nightcap* "Well, People in Japan are asleep!"

Book Dragon: *Blushes* "Er… Sorry Bakura…"

Book Dragon: Oh well…  I'm posting this even if I didn't get any reviews, hopefully people are reading this…

Book Dragon: HERE IS CHAPTER 3! *Gets a mad look from Bakura for shouting*

Chapter 3: Odd Dreams

That was how it was for a few weeks, for Ryelle, hiding in bushes from Corey and his gang as well as Yugi's. Then she would wait for Yugi to leave his house every Saturday, when he left with his friends she would enter and make up a bunch of excuses about missing him. Then she would have her Duel Monster lesson. It turned out she knew more than haft of the things she had to learn. According to Grandpa, she would be done training in about a month. After her lesson, she would go to the library, which was always closed. She had decided to check it out after her first lesson with grandpa, after the library and Bakura escaping thing came to mind.   It was usually locked and she had learned to pick locks a few months ago, where she used to live. She would pick the lock and enter; it was a pretty big library. It had four floors of nothing but bookshelves and wooden chairs and tables. Every so often, you would find a soft couch. She had found one, a blue soft sponge one with pink flowers on it. It was on the fourth level; it was not used anymore because of it being "haunted". The level had been sealed off to everyone by locking the door and disposing of the key. Ryelle had opened it, and made it where she would live. She would lock the door after picking it open; she did not want uninvited guests. Then she would find some books to read, take them back to the couch, which now was her bed, and read until she fell asleep. 

Tonight was cold. She sat there on her couch, her velvet cape covering her. She read the book in her hands, a fire in the fireplace. She had brought in some old branches and had found a box of matches in an old desk. It had lit beautifully, it moved bright and true. The red book in her hands looked a blood color. Her eyes moved across the words with ease. She had found this book in the Egyptian section; she was learning all she could about it. She knew people were afraid of what they can't understand, she was afraid of a soul which is imprisoned in a 5 thousand year old puzzle. How more bizarre could this possibly get? She figured that maybe she wouldn't be so afraid if she knew about his culture. Unfortunately, it only made her more afraid, some of the punishments were horrible. There was one about being eaten by scarabs alive. She shuddered at the thought. She closed the book and set it on the floor; she couldn't bare to read any more of it. She closed her eyes and went to sleep. It didn't come easy any more, before the book any way. The evil glares of the girls in her class, the longing looks of the boys, hiding from Yugi and his friends, as well as Corey's. It was a living nightmare. She finally nodded off into sleep; the fire went out in a blink. She slept.

Her eyes opened. She stood on pavement, on a blackened street. No one was around, absolutely deserted.  A cold wind swept down the street. Her black velvet cape draped on her shoulders, she was alone. Her hair was not in the usual braid. It flowed freely down on her back. The hair on the back of her neck rose; she got a chill up her skin. She turned around quickly sensing something behind her.

A black figure stood under the closes street light. Her legs became stone, she wanted to back away and flee, and she could not. To lights suddenly appeared, in the shape of eyes. She felt fear grip her very soul. She didn't try to run, there was no was she could move. This was magic. The figure kept its light eyes on her, never moving them as it approached. She struggled under her magic binds; she felt her legs shaking in fear. It stopped right in front of her, nose-to-nose, light eye to brown eye. It suddenly laughed, laughter echoing off the alleys branching of the dark street. A laugh so cold and cruel it was not the King of Games. The blackness in the figure retreated, a boy in blue school uniform stood before her. Gold ring, glowing, on a white shirt showing from and unbuttoned blue long sleeved shirt. Ryelle legs stopped shaking, she wasn't as afraid as before. Pale brown eyes looking at her crayon color brown. She knew who this was. It was the evil soul in Bakura's Millennium Ring, the one that pushed her into this cartoon world, the TombRobber!  He looked at her and stopped laughing; he didn't sense fear any longer. He started to walk in circles around her, like a hawk. Ryelle couldn't keep her eyes on him; she was bound to the spot by powerful ancient magic. It felt like ropes, it coiled up all around her keeping firm under any of her struggles. He stopped in front of her and spoke calmly.                                                                                                         

"Your fear has stopped…why?"                                                                                              

She glared at him; she would not speak to such a power hungry thief.  He blinked at her response and wagged his finger back in forth with a grin on his face.

"Tut-tut… you stupid girl! If you do not tell me I'll just bind you to my power and drain your soul faster…"                                                                                                          

Ryelle stood in silence; she would not allow a word to come forth. She shrugged.

"If you wish to die quicker fine by me… I'll still get what I want…"                               His hand flew out and gripped Ryelle's shoulder. She struggled under the Tomb Robber's grasp. He pulled out the Millennium eye and began to seal her fate. Both items glowed, in a deadly magic song they sang. Her fate was close; she clamped her eyes shut. She wouldn't let this thief she her fear.

            Suddenly, a loud ripping sound filled the air; pain shot up Ryelle's ears. Her eyes flew wide open; the Tomb Robber was no longer looking at her. He was staring behind him; someone new was coming from the Shadow Realm. A large tare was now under the streetlight, it was getting bigger. It stopped and a figure came out of it, it wore some sort of cloak the hood was up so you couldn't see its face. An Egyptian eye was printed on the hood, right above a chain. Something gold glinted in its hand, a gold rod. The Millennium Rod, it was Mailk. She suddenly hung her head; things had just gotten worse.  Mailk looked at them with his purple bluish eyes, he saw Tomb Robber but he was interested in his "guest". Tomb Robber looked at Mailk in anger at finding him here.

"What are YOU doing here?" Tomb robber spat in annoyance.                          

"I sensed great magic being done…" Mailk said smoothly.                                             Tomb Robber glared at him. Ryelle kept her head down; both voices were scary enough.

"Who is the girl?" Mailk asked quite suddenly.

"That's not any business of yours…LEAVE!"   Tomb Robber shouted, he wanted the magic she possessed all to himself. The gold rod twinkled and Mailk's bluish purple eyes flashed dangerously.  

"I'm not to be ordered around by a common thief!" Mailk insulted back.          

"COMMON? I posses a Millennium item as well REMEMBER?"                                             As he said this his ring shinned a little and his pale brown eyes flashed. Ryelle felt her binds loosen a little, maybe this was fortunate. She looked out her shielding brown hair; they looked like they were going to battle. She thought for a moment, if they battled, she might be able to escape. If she did escape the binds then what would she do? It looks like the only way out is tarring a hole. How could she do that? Mailk suddenly fired a fireball at Tomb Robber; he used his ring and blocked it. Ryelle suddenly was aware they were fighting; the binds were extremely loose. She struggled a little and the binds suddenly appeared and fell off. She was free. Nevertheless, for how long? She looked at the tare Mailk had made, if she went through it her soul would be ripped to pieces. She had to find away to make her own, but she couldn't. She had no magic! She knew she would be caught and killed, it was inevitable. A tear fell down her cheek on to the ground. She would never see her family again. She watched the teardrop fall; it splayed on the ground. The ground started cracking; Ryelle's eyes grew in astonishment. Where her teardrop had felt, a crack started growing larger and wider and light started to come thought it. She looked behind her quickly to see if they were watching, no, they were too busy yelling insults at each other. She turned back, put her hand into the crack, and started to make the hole larger. After about two minutes, it was large enough to squeeze though. She started to climb down.

"YOU SNIVELEING CO-" Mailk stopped.                                                                                                                Tomb Robber watched his eyes grow larger; he was looking behind him. Tomb Robber swung around, his own eyes widen in astonishment. His little sacrificial lamb was escaping from his grasp threw a crack in the ground. He bellowed in anger and annoyance and started running toward her. Ryelle was have-way though when she heard a loud cry. She looked up and saw both men were running toward her, with angry looks on both faces. She looked back at what she was doing and quicken her pace, she pushed her self though to the other side just before Tomb Robber's hand came swooping in to grab her. He missed; his hand dived in the hole after her. The crack started closing quickly, and Tomb Robber removed his hand right before it closed completely.  She heard one final angry shout right before the hole closed up. She fell onto the ground and gasped for breath, she had no idea where she was but she was live. She stood up and brushed of some chipped pavement off her, where was she?

She blinked; it was so bright she could not see every well. She blinked again. The room dimmed a little and she could see. She was in a field, up above her was blue sky now. Her feet were on cheerful green grass, a head of her a tree stood. She looked at it; it looked like the tree that her father had planted in the back yard at her old house.

*Flash back*

"WWWWEEEEEEE!" A girl shouted from a swing swinging from a big brown branch. The girl's dark brown hair in front of her face wildly. Her brown eyes full of happiness, the girl suddenly looked down at another girl that looked at lot like her self and was sitting at the bottom of the tree trunk watching her. The dark hair girl stopped the wooden swing by slamming her feet on the ground creating a small smoke cloud. She walked up to the other younger girl and held out a hand. The smaller brown hair girl took it; they walked over to the swing. The older girl put the younger girl on the seat. She took the other girls hands and rapped each one around a rope.

"Now hold on tight, and don't let go."                           She told the younger girl calmly and walked to the back and pushed her. The swing jerked a little and went up. The younger girl gripped the rope in fear, after two pushes she relaxed and held on for the ride. She went higher ever time, the wind stroking her brown hair. She liked the feeling and giggled. The older girl got tired, sat on the warm green grass, and watched her sister.

"Kick your legs to keep going!"            She yelled kindly to her younger sister. The sister nodded and started swinging by herself. The younger sister got higher and laughed loudly as the wind tickled her exposed ears. The older sister laughed. The older sister shouted to her younger one.

"You go Ryelle!"

A younger boy with brown hair and brown eyes also came out, stood next to is oldest sister, and cuddled against her. And listened to both sisters giggling. To young to speech, all her could do was smile and giggle along. All three were laughing in careless childhood happiness.   

End Flash Back

Ryelle sighed, sinking into sadness. She missed her siblings dearly, with out her siblings around her she felt like nothing. They were the only ones who truly knew her; they had called her the stitches in a quilt in what was left of her family. Her siblings did not get along to well; Ryelle would usually calm her sister or brother down enough to talk some sense into their fight. After they would usually laugh at such a fight. She hung her head, she did not know if she would ever see their shining faces again. A tear softly and slowly started to slide down her face. She suddenly clenched a fist and remembered the vow she had made after she had climbed out of the well she was pushed down. She would return to them some how; nothing was going to stop her. She suddenly felt a tugging sensation. She shook her head and returned to what was left of reality. She was walking, her feet moved on their own like under a spell. She decided to follow them, in her old world it had brought her to odd places, such as that well. She swung her head up and looked at where her feet were taking her. It was toward the big tree.

After several minutes of slow walking, she stopped at the trunk of the tree. The branches sprawled out above her, in all colors of green. She smiled it the first thing that looked real in weeks. This cartoon world had odd affects on her body; she couldn't feel anything using her hands, and every thing she touched felt numb. All she could truly felt was emotions, the worst thing to identify for her. Well… it was better than feeling nothing. Suddenly she felt her hand rise, she tired to pull it back but it would not budge. Her fingers fell upon the dark brown bark, the ridges sprayed all on it. Her eyes widened in surprise, she could feel the bark under her pale fingers. It felt cool, it was comforting. She looked up into the green star shaped leaves above her placed in all directions. This was a maple tree, the most common tree that grew around where she use to live. She slowly leaned on the trunk, suddenly feeling how tired she was. She slid down not being able to stand any more. Her eyes drooped, and she did not struggle against her on coming sleep. For one moment she before she fell asleep she thought she saw the tree light up, but could not stay awake to check if she was seeing things.

Book Dragon: …

Bakura: Hello? *Waves hand in front of B.D.'s face*

Bakura: Oh well… please send reviews! * Puppy dog eyes to crowd* PLEASE!!