Miko: Okay, this is gonna be part two. This story is going to be rather
short, I've decided, due to the fact that I want to start writing a sequel
soon! I hope my chappies are long enough. Please read and review.
Salt: Like we said before, she doesn't own YuGiOh. All she does own is seven containers of Shepherds pie and some moldy fuzz in her refrigerator. So, unless you really like meat and mashed potatoes, or want to use the fuzz for some sort of experiment, don't bother suing.
Miko: Mmm. I'm just gonna go and eat now.
Salt: Finish the damn chappie!
Kortni ran right behind Yami outside to the place where Seto stood, in all his sorcerous glory. "I demand the rights to the Moon Temple and all those in between!" he called out. Kortni didn't allow the pharaoh to handle this. She couldn't. The temple was hers.
"You, Lord Seto, do not deserve my temple. Nor will I ever in this lifetime allow you to grain control of any of it's subjects." He was furious. How dare she defy him? How dare any of them even think to be above him? Well, he certainly would allow it no longer. He would have her.Oh yes.If not in this liftetime, then in another.
Before either the stunned pharaoh or the young priestess could react, a bolt of white hot lightning struck Kortni, creating a gaping wound where her heart was. He laughed, pointing to the pharaoh, "I shall return to reclaim what should be mine!"
~*~*~*
Kortni lay in a feverous state, mumbling incoherently. Yami himself sat on the edge of the bed, trying in vain to heal her. "Kortni! Wake up!" he demanded, as if that would work.
The priestess turned to look at him, and muttered, "I am awake. Bring Siruu to me."
The jaguar, as if hearing his mistress, leapt onto the bed, and lay beside her, "Siruu, you are to take the millennium items far, far away. Find them a protector. Separate them, if you must. The sanctuary is safe now, for none but I may enter, and with my death, only my reincarnate shall be able to do so.
"I shall give you a letter, telling whomever you choose of their family's duty. Do your hardest, Siruu, to be sure that the pharaoh's legacy shall carry on."
She breathed heavily, as the big cat wandered off to do her bidding. Yami stared at her, blinking away tears, "You will not die!" he ordered, "I will heal you."
"No, Yami. You will protect the future, and our reincarnations, so that they may one day take our places under better circumstances. You will not let Seto win. Do not pour any more wasted hours into me. Prepare your magicians for the task ahead, for I sense a great shadow battle approaching."
Again, she paused, wincing slightly. Yami took the second to lay beside her, resting his head on her pillow, "I will do as you wish, Kortni, and one day, when we meet again, perhaps I shall have the courage to say what I cannot at this moment."
"My pharaoh." she muttered, before darkness and death finally overcame her. The crescent shaped necklace lay about her neck, glittering as her form became cold.
Yami lay on the bed for many hours, after her body was removed. He finally stood, running one finger over the place where she had lain. "My priestess." he muttered, before leaving to follow her final wisdom.
~*~*~*
Jolted many years into the future, Kortni's soul was cast into an infant child, one of black hair, green eyes, and pale skin. She would finish her life mission, so that hers, along with other souls, could rest.
Kortni just wished she could remember anything.
Salt: Like we said before, she doesn't own YuGiOh. All she does own is seven containers of Shepherds pie and some moldy fuzz in her refrigerator. So, unless you really like meat and mashed potatoes, or want to use the fuzz for some sort of experiment, don't bother suing.
Miko: Mmm. I'm just gonna go and eat now.
Salt: Finish the damn chappie!
Kortni ran right behind Yami outside to the place where Seto stood, in all his sorcerous glory. "I demand the rights to the Moon Temple and all those in between!" he called out. Kortni didn't allow the pharaoh to handle this. She couldn't. The temple was hers.
"You, Lord Seto, do not deserve my temple. Nor will I ever in this lifetime allow you to grain control of any of it's subjects." He was furious. How dare she defy him? How dare any of them even think to be above him? Well, he certainly would allow it no longer. He would have her.Oh yes.If not in this liftetime, then in another.
Before either the stunned pharaoh or the young priestess could react, a bolt of white hot lightning struck Kortni, creating a gaping wound where her heart was. He laughed, pointing to the pharaoh, "I shall return to reclaim what should be mine!"
~*~*~*
Kortni lay in a feverous state, mumbling incoherently. Yami himself sat on the edge of the bed, trying in vain to heal her. "Kortni! Wake up!" he demanded, as if that would work.
The priestess turned to look at him, and muttered, "I am awake. Bring Siruu to me."
The jaguar, as if hearing his mistress, leapt onto the bed, and lay beside her, "Siruu, you are to take the millennium items far, far away. Find them a protector. Separate them, if you must. The sanctuary is safe now, for none but I may enter, and with my death, only my reincarnate shall be able to do so.
"I shall give you a letter, telling whomever you choose of their family's duty. Do your hardest, Siruu, to be sure that the pharaoh's legacy shall carry on."
She breathed heavily, as the big cat wandered off to do her bidding. Yami stared at her, blinking away tears, "You will not die!" he ordered, "I will heal you."
"No, Yami. You will protect the future, and our reincarnations, so that they may one day take our places under better circumstances. You will not let Seto win. Do not pour any more wasted hours into me. Prepare your magicians for the task ahead, for I sense a great shadow battle approaching."
Again, she paused, wincing slightly. Yami took the second to lay beside her, resting his head on her pillow, "I will do as you wish, Kortni, and one day, when we meet again, perhaps I shall have the courage to say what I cannot at this moment."
"My pharaoh." she muttered, before darkness and death finally overcame her. The crescent shaped necklace lay about her neck, glittering as her form became cold.
Yami lay on the bed for many hours, after her body was removed. He finally stood, running one finger over the place where she had lain. "My priestess." he muttered, before leaving to follow her final wisdom.
~*~*~*
Jolted many years into the future, Kortni's soul was cast into an infant child, one of black hair, green eyes, and pale skin. She would finish her life mission, so that hers, along with other souls, could rest.
Kortni just wished she could remember anything.