*Dream*
"Hello, Ishizu," greeted the girl as Shayla watched.
"You're here early today," commented Ishizu. Shayla could tell they were back in Isis's temple. Not too much time had lapsed since the last dream. The girl was still about sixteen.
"Yeah, I finished my chores early," commented the girl. "Do you have any more stories to tell?"
"Why don't you tell me one of yours?" suggested Ishizu. "Can you?"
"Um.... I think so," said the girl. "I did like you suggested. You said a good priestess knows the history of her people. So I went to my mom, aunts, and grandma, like you said. They all had amazing stories to tell! You wouldn't believe it! I think they know more than my dad does about our past."
"Women do tend to make great story tellers," agreed Ishizu. "So do you have a story to tell me?
"Um..... I think so," stammered the girl, nervously. Shayla could tell she had really grown to look up to Ishizu.
The girl paused for a moment, deciding on a story. But before she could begin another temple worker raced in.
"Lady* Ishizu!" he said, showing her proper courtesy because she held a higher rank than him. "The high priest is coming!"
(*Or whatever the Egyptians used for a title to show respect.)
"Here?! Now?!" gasped Ishizu. Her gentle demeanor had changed. She now was alert and nervous.
"He is inspecting the temple!" he exclaimed before racing out to get back to work.
"Hurry!" cautioned Ishizu. "Leave here now! You can't let the high priest find you here!"
The girl appeared to be really shocked, and too startled to speak. She nodded and began to head for the door.
"Stay to the shadows," urged Ishizu. "And be careful!" She then headed towards the main hall, where she expected to greet the high priest.
The girl scrambled along, trying not to make much noise. But her thoughts were racing even faster than she was. "The high priest! One of the most powerful people in Egypt! And he is here! I don't believe it!" Shayla got the impression it was like the Joint Chief of Staff paying a visit.
She continued to hurry through the temple, hoping to find a back way out. But the girl took a wrong turn. The next thing she knew she was in the main hall. She gulped, realizing her mistake. But with a quick glance it was obvious no one had seen her. She was still too far in the shadows. Then all that was left was to turn around and slip out.
She could hear Ishizu's voice talking. Shayla and the Jewish girl both assumed it was to the high priest. But Shayla could have sworn his voice sounded awfully familiar. But it was too hard to determine that, because the voices were too faded and there was an echo.
Suddenly Shayla felt strong hands on the girl's shoulder. She was turned around and came face to face with an Egyptian guard. She gulped, fear taking over. She could tell by his uniform that he wasn't one of the temple guards. That meant he had to work for the high priest. The girl tried to speak, but her mouth suddenly went dry.
"What have we here?!" the guard demanded as he reached for his sword. "A spy!"
He grabbed the girl by her collar and shoved her into the nearest wall. The girl had gone white with fear. It was something that Shayla had so recently felt. The guard raised his arm, sword in hand, ready to kill her. The girl ducked her head as far as it would go into her chest and tensed up, waiting for the end.
"What is going on here?" asked a male voice as he walked over. The guard's yell had attracted the attention of Ishizu and the high priest. Ishizu saw the predicament her pupil was in. But he hands were (metaphorically) tied. All she could do was watch with wide eyes.
"Master!" exclaimed the guard as he lowered his weapon. He looked away, a sign of respect for the high priest. "I caught this girl snooping around. She has to be a spy. I am going to kill her."
The girl whimpered slightly. Her eyes were squeezed tight shut. She was still in the guards grip. Shayla thought her whole body was so tense that the muscles would start breaking the bones.
"Let me see her," said the high priest.
"Y-Yes master," stammered the guard. He let go of the girl. She slid down the wall, but stopped herself. She was now half-crouched, more or less cowering against the wall. Her heart was pounding in her ears, making it hard to focus on what he was saying.
"What would bring an Israelite to the temple of Isis?" asked the high priest as he looked her over. The girl cringed more, unable to answer.
"Do you not speak?" he asked.
"Y-Y.....yes sir*," she stammered.
(*Again, the Egyptian equivalent of.)
He looked her over again, not saying anything. The girl began to let her curiosity override her fears. She opened her eyes a crack, staring at the shadows that danced on the floor in the torch light. It was completely silent. All eyes in the temple were on the two, seeing how the situation would work out.
It was too quiet. The girl moved her head up, half-hoping the high priest had moved on. But what she saw was intense blue eyes, lined with brown hair only inches from her own face. She quickly looked down again. The thought of the two girls had completely different thoughts at this point in time.
"I looked him in the eyes...... Oh no....... Oh no..... He could have me arrested for that!" panicked the Jewish girl. Her heart had leapt to her throat where it was racing with twice the speed of before. Her hands were sweaty and her mouth was dry.
"Seto Kaiba?!" Shayla screamed in her thoughts. There was no mistaken those blue eyes. The high priest was Seto Kaiba. "Look up again! Please! I have to see his face! I have to know what is going on here!"
It was quiet for a few more moments. Then the high priest turned his attention to his guards. "We're leaving."
"Yes, master," they said. They had to obey his orders without hesitation. The high priest and his entourage walked out of the temple.
The girl then, so shocked, finished sliding to the floor as her legs gave out on her. Her blood was rushing to her ears. Her heart was racing away and the girl thought she'd never get it under control.
"Are you OK?" asked Ishizu as she ran over. She looked at the retreating figure of the high priest before turning her attention to her pupil.
*End Dream*
Shayla awoke with a start. She nearly jumped out of her seat when she heard the sound of helicopter blades over her head. She thought for a fearful second that she was back in the clutches of the rare hunters.
"Shayla! You're awake!" exclaimed Mokuba.
"What happened?" she asked, still nervously.
"I got away from the rare hunters," he said. Shayla was able to relax at that. It meant they were both free. "I radioed one of our helicopters. Now we are going to find Joe and Tea."
"Thank goodness....." muttered Shayla. "We? Who else is here?"
"My big brother and Yu-Gi," answered Mokuba as he moved so he was sitting next to her.
"Oh......" she muttered, forgetting what she was going to ask next.
"Are you feeling okay?" asked Mokuba.
"I've been better...." she answered. "Where are we going?"
"To the docks. That's were they are keeping Tea, at least," answered Mokuba.
"And maybe we'll be able to find the third god card," added Seto. Shayla straightened up at the sound of his voice, remembering the dream she had just had.
"Is that all you care about?" asked Shayla.
"Huff!" replied Kaiba. He then turned to Yu-Gi. "Don't forget, you still owe me a duel."
"I remember," answered Yu-Gi, coldly. "You'll get your duel. As soon as I know my friends are safe."
Shayla shook her head.
"I will own all the god cards," muttered Kaiba. "Then nothing will stop me."
"I still don't get what's going on," said Mokuba. "This can't be just about the god cards, can it?"
"Yeah, only one person can be that obsessed with a card," muttered Shayla.
"Marik seeks more that our god cards," said Yu-Gi. "He is after my Millennial Puzzle."
"Can it, Yu-Gi," snapped Kaiba. "I don't want to hear about your fantasies and magics."
"The Millennial Items aren't fantasy!" snapped Shayla. "How else do you explain everything that's going on?" She felt her backpack by her feet and tightened her grip on it.
"Yes," agreed Yu-Gi. "Marik himself possesses the Millennial Rod. And with it is the ability to control people's minds."
"That explains a lot...." muttered Shayla.
"Really?" asked Mokuba, wide-eyed.
"Yu-Gi, quit feeding my brother lies," snapped Kaiba.
"It is not a lie," retorted Yu-Gi. "How can you doubt them, when you yourself were the victim to Pegasus's Millennial Eye?"
Shayla heard and involuntary gasp from Seto, then he answered, "That had to be some cheap trick!" She could tell by his tone that he was trying to convince himself of that.
"So, you want to believe that you were taken down by a cheap trick?" Shayla asked Kaiba. He didn't even grunt a reply.
"It all makes sense....." said Mokuba.
"It's absurd!" argued Kaiba.
"Then how would you explain it?" asked Shayla. "How else do you think that I was able to see all those times? That isn't physically possible."
"So, you are taking their side," he said, at length.
"Their side?!" gasped Shayla.
"I refuse to believe any of this," he stated, vehemently.
"Even after everything Ishizu told you?" asked Mokuba. "She has toe Millennial Necklace! She can see the future!"
"She may have known some things," answered Kaiba. "But that doesn't mean she can see the future."
Shayla sat there shocked. Between the dreams and this tournament, things were getting too strange.
"She could see the past fine," said Yu-Gi. "And she is afraid of it repeating itself."
"What have I told you about lying?" asked Kaiba, angrily.
"I'm not Yu-Gi," answered Yu-Gi, which was true, considering Yami had been doing all the talking since the duel.
"What?" asked Mokuba.
"My name is Yami and I was the Pharaoh of Egypt over 5,000 years ago," answered Yami.
"Really?" asked Mokuba.
"Your making this up!" insisted Kaiba.
"My spirit has been sealed away in the Millennial Puzzle all these centuries," continued Yami. "When Yu-Gi put the pieces of the puzzle together the two of us merged."
"Impossible!" snapped Kaiba. "Your just saying what Ishizu told you." It sounded like he was trying too hard to believe his own words.
"You were the pharaoh?" asked Shayla. She focused hard, trying to remember what Yu-Gi looked like, and how that fit with the shadow she saw in her dreams. "That is too freaky..... It can't believe....."
"Your buying into this too?" asked Kaiba. "Ishizu said I was....."
".....the high priest," finished Shayla.
Seto gaped for a moment before replying, "How did you know? Have you been talking with Ishizu too?"
"No....." she answered. "It's these dreams I've been having. I've never met Ishizu, but.... well, I've talked to her, but that was in my dreams..... This is too weird...... to many coincidences....."
Kaiba just shook his head, knowing that arguing with them would be useless.
"We're getting close!" exclaimed Mokuba as he looked out the window.
"We are going to have to be careful," said Yami. "There is no telling what kind of trap Marik and his rare hunters have made."
"The rare hunters are no threat," said Seto, coldly. "Bunch of treasure seekers...."
"They are under the control of Marik," reminded Yami. "And Marik will do anything to get what he seeks. He has already shown that he doesn't care what happens to us, our friends, or our families. He uses his rare hunters like pawns in a chess game."
"I'm getting a weird feeling...." said Shayla.
"What do you mean?" asked Mokuba. "You aren't airsick, are you?"
"No, I'm just sensing some powerful magic," she answered. "It felt this way right before Pegasus used his Millennial Eye to send us to the Shadow Realm."
"We are going to have to be careful," repeated Yami as the helicopter started to descend.
AN/ This marks the 100th page of Shayla's Story; Season 2! Yay! It looks like it might even pass the prequel, which ended up being 130 pages.
And, as always, please read, review, and enjoy! (
"Hello, Ishizu," greeted the girl as Shayla watched.
"You're here early today," commented Ishizu. Shayla could tell they were back in Isis's temple. Not too much time had lapsed since the last dream. The girl was still about sixteen.
"Yeah, I finished my chores early," commented the girl. "Do you have any more stories to tell?"
"Why don't you tell me one of yours?" suggested Ishizu. "Can you?"
"Um.... I think so," said the girl. "I did like you suggested. You said a good priestess knows the history of her people. So I went to my mom, aunts, and grandma, like you said. They all had amazing stories to tell! You wouldn't believe it! I think they know more than my dad does about our past."
"Women do tend to make great story tellers," agreed Ishizu. "So do you have a story to tell me?
"Um..... I think so," stammered the girl, nervously. Shayla could tell she had really grown to look up to Ishizu.
The girl paused for a moment, deciding on a story. But before she could begin another temple worker raced in.
"Lady* Ishizu!" he said, showing her proper courtesy because she held a higher rank than him. "The high priest is coming!"
(*Or whatever the Egyptians used for a title to show respect.)
"Here?! Now?!" gasped Ishizu. Her gentle demeanor had changed. She now was alert and nervous.
"He is inspecting the temple!" he exclaimed before racing out to get back to work.
"Hurry!" cautioned Ishizu. "Leave here now! You can't let the high priest find you here!"
The girl appeared to be really shocked, and too startled to speak. She nodded and began to head for the door.
"Stay to the shadows," urged Ishizu. "And be careful!" She then headed towards the main hall, where she expected to greet the high priest.
The girl scrambled along, trying not to make much noise. But her thoughts were racing even faster than she was. "The high priest! One of the most powerful people in Egypt! And he is here! I don't believe it!" Shayla got the impression it was like the Joint Chief of Staff paying a visit.
She continued to hurry through the temple, hoping to find a back way out. But the girl took a wrong turn. The next thing she knew she was in the main hall. She gulped, realizing her mistake. But with a quick glance it was obvious no one had seen her. She was still too far in the shadows. Then all that was left was to turn around and slip out.
She could hear Ishizu's voice talking. Shayla and the Jewish girl both assumed it was to the high priest. But Shayla could have sworn his voice sounded awfully familiar. But it was too hard to determine that, because the voices were too faded and there was an echo.
Suddenly Shayla felt strong hands on the girl's shoulder. She was turned around and came face to face with an Egyptian guard. She gulped, fear taking over. She could tell by his uniform that he wasn't one of the temple guards. That meant he had to work for the high priest. The girl tried to speak, but her mouth suddenly went dry.
"What have we here?!" the guard demanded as he reached for his sword. "A spy!"
He grabbed the girl by her collar and shoved her into the nearest wall. The girl had gone white with fear. It was something that Shayla had so recently felt. The guard raised his arm, sword in hand, ready to kill her. The girl ducked her head as far as it would go into her chest and tensed up, waiting for the end.
"What is going on here?" asked a male voice as he walked over. The guard's yell had attracted the attention of Ishizu and the high priest. Ishizu saw the predicament her pupil was in. But he hands were (metaphorically) tied. All she could do was watch with wide eyes.
"Master!" exclaimed the guard as he lowered his weapon. He looked away, a sign of respect for the high priest. "I caught this girl snooping around. She has to be a spy. I am going to kill her."
The girl whimpered slightly. Her eyes were squeezed tight shut. She was still in the guards grip. Shayla thought her whole body was so tense that the muscles would start breaking the bones.
"Let me see her," said the high priest.
"Y-Yes master," stammered the guard. He let go of the girl. She slid down the wall, but stopped herself. She was now half-crouched, more or less cowering against the wall. Her heart was pounding in her ears, making it hard to focus on what he was saying.
"What would bring an Israelite to the temple of Isis?" asked the high priest as he looked her over. The girl cringed more, unable to answer.
"Do you not speak?" he asked.
"Y-Y.....yes sir*," she stammered.
(*Again, the Egyptian equivalent of.)
He looked her over again, not saying anything. The girl began to let her curiosity override her fears. She opened her eyes a crack, staring at the shadows that danced on the floor in the torch light. It was completely silent. All eyes in the temple were on the two, seeing how the situation would work out.
It was too quiet. The girl moved her head up, half-hoping the high priest had moved on. But what she saw was intense blue eyes, lined with brown hair only inches from her own face. She quickly looked down again. The thought of the two girls had completely different thoughts at this point in time.
"I looked him in the eyes...... Oh no....... Oh no..... He could have me arrested for that!" panicked the Jewish girl. Her heart had leapt to her throat where it was racing with twice the speed of before. Her hands were sweaty and her mouth was dry.
"Seto Kaiba?!" Shayla screamed in her thoughts. There was no mistaken those blue eyes. The high priest was Seto Kaiba. "Look up again! Please! I have to see his face! I have to know what is going on here!"
It was quiet for a few more moments. Then the high priest turned his attention to his guards. "We're leaving."
"Yes, master," they said. They had to obey his orders without hesitation. The high priest and his entourage walked out of the temple.
The girl then, so shocked, finished sliding to the floor as her legs gave out on her. Her blood was rushing to her ears. Her heart was racing away and the girl thought she'd never get it under control.
"Are you OK?" asked Ishizu as she ran over. She looked at the retreating figure of the high priest before turning her attention to her pupil.
*End Dream*
Shayla awoke with a start. She nearly jumped out of her seat when she heard the sound of helicopter blades over her head. She thought for a fearful second that she was back in the clutches of the rare hunters.
"Shayla! You're awake!" exclaimed Mokuba.
"What happened?" she asked, still nervously.
"I got away from the rare hunters," he said. Shayla was able to relax at that. It meant they were both free. "I radioed one of our helicopters. Now we are going to find Joe and Tea."
"Thank goodness....." muttered Shayla. "We? Who else is here?"
"My big brother and Yu-Gi," answered Mokuba as he moved so he was sitting next to her.
"Oh......" she muttered, forgetting what she was going to ask next.
"Are you feeling okay?" asked Mokuba.
"I've been better...." she answered. "Where are we going?"
"To the docks. That's were they are keeping Tea, at least," answered Mokuba.
"And maybe we'll be able to find the third god card," added Seto. Shayla straightened up at the sound of his voice, remembering the dream she had just had.
"Is that all you care about?" asked Shayla.
"Huff!" replied Kaiba. He then turned to Yu-Gi. "Don't forget, you still owe me a duel."
"I remember," answered Yu-Gi, coldly. "You'll get your duel. As soon as I know my friends are safe."
Shayla shook her head.
"I will own all the god cards," muttered Kaiba. "Then nothing will stop me."
"I still don't get what's going on," said Mokuba. "This can't be just about the god cards, can it?"
"Yeah, only one person can be that obsessed with a card," muttered Shayla.
"Marik seeks more that our god cards," said Yu-Gi. "He is after my Millennial Puzzle."
"Can it, Yu-Gi," snapped Kaiba. "I don't want to hear about your fantasies and magics."
"The Millennial Items aren't fantasy!" snapped Shayla. "How else do you explain everything that's going on?" She felt her backpack by her feet and tightened her grip on it.
"Yes," agreed Yu-Gi. "Marik himself possesses the Millennial Rod. And with it is the ability to control people's minds."
"That explains a lot...." muttered Shayla.
"Really?" asked Mokuba, wide-eyed.
"Yu-Gi, quit feeding my brother lies," snapped Kaiba.
"It is not a lie," retorted Yu-Gi. "How can you doubt them, when you yourself were the victim to Pegasus's Millennial Eye?"
Shayla heard and involuntary gasp from Seto, then he answered, "That had to be some cheap trick!" She could tell by his tone that he was trying to convince himself of that.
"So, you want to believe that you were taken down by a cheap trick?" Shayla asked Kaiba. He didn't even grunt a reply.
"It all makes sense....." said Mokuba.
"It's absurd!" argued Kaiba.
"Then how would you explain it?" asked Shayla. "How else do you think that I was able to see all those times? That isn't physically possible."
"So, you are taking their side," he said, at length.
"Their side?!" gasped Shayla.
"I refuse to believe any of this," he stated, vehemently.
"Even after everything Ishizu told you?" asked Mokuba. "She has toe Millennial Necklace! She can see the future!"
"She may have known some things," answered Kaiba. "But that doesn't mean she can see the future."
Shayla sat there shocked. Between the dreams and this tournament, things were getting too strange.
"She could see the past fine," said Yu-Gi. "And she is afraid of it repeating itself."
"What have I told you about lying?" asked Kaiba, angrily.
"I'm not Yu-Gi," answered Yu-Gi, which was true, considering Yami had been doing all the talking since the duel.
"What?" asked Mokuba.
"My name is Yami and I was the Pharaoh of Egypt over 5,000 years ago," answered Yami.
"Really?" asked Mokuba.
"Your making this up!" insisted Kaiba.
"My spirit has been sealed away in the Millennial Puzzle all these centuries," continued Yami. "When Yu-Gi put the pieces of the puzzle together the two of us merged."
"Impossible!" snapped Kaiba. "Your just saying what Ishizu told you." It sounded like he was trying too hard to believe his own words.
"You were the pharaoh?" asked Shayla. She focused hard, trying to remember what Yu-Gi looked like, and how that fit with the shadow she saw in her dreams. "That is too freaky..... It can't believe....."
"Your buying into this too?" asked Kaiba. "Ishizu said I was....."
".....the high priest," finished Shayla.
Seto gaped for a moment before replying, "How did you know? Have you been talking with Ishizu too?"
"No....." she answered. "It's these dreams I've been having. I've never met Ishizu, but.... well, I've talked to her, but that was in my dreams..... This is too weird...... to many coincidences....."
Kaiba just shook his head, knowing that arguing with them would be useless.
"We're getting close!" exclaimed Mokuba as he looked out the window.
"We are going to have to be careful," said Yami. "There is no telling what kind of trap Marik and his rare hunters have made."
"The rare hunters are no threat," said Seto, coldly. "Bunch of treasure seekers...."
"They are under the control of Marik," reminded Yami. "And Marik will do anything to get what he seeks. He has already shown that he doesn't care what happens to us, our friends, or our families. He uses his rare hunters like pawns in a chess game."
"I'm getting a weird feeling...." said Shayla.
"What do you mean?" asked Mokuba. "You aren't airsick, are you?"
"No, I'm just sensing some powerful magic," she answered. "It felt this way right before Pegasus used his Millennial Eye to send us to the Shadow Realm."
"We are going to have to be careful," repeated Yami as the helicopter started to descend.
AN/ This marks the 100th page of Shayla's Story; Season 2! Yay! It looks like it might even pass the prequel, which ended up being 130 pages.
And, as always, please read, review, and enjoy! (