They stepped out of the elevator to see a short, witch-like elderly lady.
"Well, took you long enough." The lady told them. The group exchanged excused glances. The lady sighed. "Follow me." She led them to a big room with a wooden desk with lots of papers and office supplies cluttered on it. On the walls were purple curtains and pictures that look like the lady that led them here. It had a fire burning in the fireplace. "Clayton Sherlock Aiken?" The lady called out from her desk. "Um, ma'am, it's Holmes. My middle name is Holmes." Clay corrected. "Oh, sorry Mr. Clayton." She apologized. "Alexandra Raye Deakins?" "Present and accounted fer!" Alex smiled. "Elisabeth Antoinette Martone?" The lady continued. "Here!" Elisabeth called "Christian Daniel Schmidt?" "Yep!!!" Christian called by his place by the fire. "Bakura Ryou?" "Here." Bakura replied. "Seto Kaiba?" "Mmmm-hmm." Was Kaiba's version of a reply. "Malik Ishtar?" "Present." Malik replied. "Karasu?" "Yes!" Karasu called. "18, 17?" "Present!!" They both called from looking out the window. "Michael Ashton Pond?" "President!!!" Even the lady could not resist from laughing.
"I have a question, who the dickens are you?" Alex asked. "Oh, me? I'm Ubaba." The lady answered. "Well, that sure explaines a lot." Ashton commented. "What do you need us for?" Elisabeth asked. "Well..." Ubaba sighed. "You," she pointed to Elisabeth, Alex, Ashton, and Christian. "Have been chosen." "Yeah, yeah, we know, for the Prophecy, right?" Chrisitan sighed scarcastically. "Yep. The prophecy says that the final 4 will enlist the aid of a well-known vampire. Ironicially, I see that you already have." Ubaba explained. "Who?" Christian looked at everyone else in the room. Clay chuckled. "I say so." "I knew it." Alex whispered to Elisabeth and Ashton. Clay turned and started to frown, but smiled instead. "Who?" Christian demanded. Clay laughed. "You!" Chrisitan laughed with him. "You sneak!"
Ubaba cleared her throat and everyone fell silent. "Kids, the journey will be long and hard. Some friends will die, some will live. The world rests in your hands. There will be many obstacles you will have to overcome. There are 7 different Millenium Items; 10 pieces each." Ubaba paused. "That's 70 pieces." 18 commented. Ubaba nodded. "Web friends will asisst. d Many will asisst you, many will discurage you. Days will turn into weeks, weeks into months. The pieces are scattered throughout the globe. In the end you will be rewarded with..." "With what?" Yami asked. "The Prophecy stops there." Ubaba nodded. "4 young ones, each of different family names that spell SPMD will be called upon for the MI. Cute One who controls Minds will perish, but will not have eternal rest. DM will start out, will find PS at Walt's creation. Will meet Vamp. CA. Web friends will assist. Journey will be long.
Many=assist, many=discurage. Many perish eternally, many live lives. 7 mystical objects, 10 pieces. One will go wild. If young succeed, there will be a reward from above. A reward of...." Ubaba sighed. "The last part was chisled off." "How do we find the pieces?" Clay asked. Ubaba smiled. "I was hoping you'd ask. Each Millenium Item that you have reacts to a piece of a certian item. The item that reacts, ONLY that person can touch it. It will zap the others." "Ow." Ashton grabbed his hand. "Yeah, ow." Alex chuckled. "Kids, seriously, this is no laughing matter. Screw this up; the world will be destroyed. I'll bet all the money in the world, that you don't want the world blowing up." Ubaba firmly stated. Then she smiled. "Oh, what the hey, we have baths waitng for you. You really SMELL!" They all laughed then ran out and jumped into the baths that were wating for them a few floors down.
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A tall, elderly , yet kind woman with glasses entered Ubaba's room. "Ah, Minevera." Ubaba welcomed. "You are here." "Yes, Ubaba, I am here." Minevera smiled. "Albus sends his greetings, as usual." "Ah, Dumbledore, been ages since we've last spoken." Ubaba smiled gently, fixing herself and Minevera some tea. "So...What's the news?" Ubaba asked, sitting down in her purple chair. Minevera laughed. "You think I'm hear with news?" "Well, you usually come with some." Ubaba laughed with her. "I'm afraid you are right. The news is not good." Minevera sighed. "Very well. Let me hear." Ubaba stated. "I'm afraid we got Clayton Aiken's psycology test results. He is indeed the one who murdered Mary Yew." Ubaba gasped.
"Well, took you long enough." The lady told them. The group exchanged excused glances. The lady sighed. "Follow me." She led them to a big room with a wooden desk with lots of papers and office supplies cluttered on it. On the walls were purple curtains and pictures that look like the lady that led them here. It had a fire burning in the fireplace. "Clayton Sherlock Aiken?" The lady called out from her desk. "Um, ma'am, it's Holmes. My middle name is Holmes." Clay corrected. "Oh, sorry Mr. Clayton." She apologized. "Alexandra Raye Deakins?" "Present and accounted fer!" Alex smiled. "Elisabeth Antoinette Martone?" The lady continued. "Here!" Elisabeth called "Christian Daniel Schmidt?" "Yep!!!" Christian called by his place by the fire. "Bakura Ryou?" "Here." Bakura replied. "Seto Kaiba?" "Mmmm-hmm." Was Kaiba's version of a reply. "Malik Ishtar?" "Present." Malik replied. "Karasu?" "Yes!" Karasu called. "18, 17?" "Present!!" They both called from looking out the window. "Michael Ashton Pond?" "President!!!" Even the lady could not resist from laughing.
"I have a question, who the dickens are you?" Alex asked. "Oh, me? I'm Ubaba." The lady answered. "Well, that sure explaines a lot." Ashton commented. "What do you need us for?" Elisabeth asked. "Well..." Ubaba sighed. "You," she pointed to Elisabeth, Alex, Ashton, and Christian. "Have been chosen." "Yeah, yeah, we know, for the Prophecy, right?" Chrisitan sighed scarcastically. "Yep. The prophecy says that the final 4 will enlist the aid of a well-known vampire. Ironicially, I see that you already have." Ubaba explained. "Who?" Christian looked at everyone else in the room. Clay chuckled. "I say so." "I knew it." Alex whispered to Elisabeth and Ashton. Clay turned and started to frown, but smiled instead. "Who?" Christian demanded. Clay laughed. "You!" Chrisitan laughed with him. "You sneak!"
Ubaba cleared her throat and everyone fell silent. "Kids, the journey will be long and hard. Some friends will die, some will live. The world rests in your hands. There will be many obstacles you will have to overcome. There are 7 different Millenium Items; 10 pieces each." Ubaba paused. "That's 70 pieces." 18 commented. Ubaba nodded. "Web friends will asisst. d Many will asisst you, many will discurage you. Days will turn into weeks, weeks into months. The pieces are scattered throughout the globe. In the end you will be rewarded with..." "With what?" Yami asked. "The Prophecy stops there." Ubaba nodded. "4 young ones, each of different family names that spell SPMD will be called upon for the MI. Cute One who controls Minds will perish, but will not have eternal rest. DM will start out, will find PS at Walt's creation. Will meet Vamp. CA. Web friends will assist. Journey will be long.
Many=assist, many=discurage. Many perish eternally, many live lives. 7 mystical objects, 10 pieces. One will go wild. If young succeed, there will be a reward from above. A reward of...." Ubaba sighed. "The last part was chisled off." "How do we find the pieces?" Clay asked. Ubaba smiled. "I was hoping you'd ask. Each Millenium Item that you have reacts to a piece of a certian item. The item that reacts, ONLY that person can touch it. It will zap the others." "Ow." Ashton grabbed his hand. "Yeah, ow." Alex chuckled. "Kids, seriously, this is no laughing matter. Screw this up; the world will be destroyed. I'll bet all the money in the world, that you don't want the world blowing up." Ubaba firmly stated. Then she smiled. "Oh, what the hey, we have baths waitng for you. You really SMELL!" They all laughed then ran out and jumped into the baths that were wating for them a few floors down.
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A tall, elderly , yet kind woman with glasses entered Ubaba's room. "Ah, Minevera." Ubaba welcomed. "You are here." "Yes, Ubaba, I am here." Minevera smiled. "Albus sends his greetings, as usual." "Ah, Dumbledore, been ages since we've last spoken." Ubaba smiled gently, fixing herself and Minevera some tea. "So...What's the news?" Ubaba asked, sitting down in her purple chair. Minevera laughed. "You think I'm hear with news?" "Well, you usually come with some." Ubaba laughed with her. "I'm afraid you are right. The news is not good." Minevera sighed. "Very well. Let me hear." Ubaba stated. "I'm afraid we got Clayton Aiken's psycology test results. He is indeed the one who murdered Mary Yew." Ubaba gasped.