Imagine Imaginary
See the Light to the Dark
Find the way to the Heart
Don't lose yourself
Seek the Darkness behind his eyes
As he finds the Light behind yours
Never lose your childish Faith
Save the Souls once again.
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Well it seemed I needed another fic so here it is. Its all about the Dark Magician and the suffering the Pharaoh's death caused him. The poem is by me and shall not be stolen, nor shall this plot. At penalty of severe flaming, cursing , and possibly torture. This story means alot to me, steal it and die.
I do not own the Yugioh Characters
I do own the Dark Priest however.
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Don't you fear me?" a dark cold voice asked.
"No." a calm voice answered.
"Why?"
"I won't lose to you."
Wincing now at the pain in his chest the Pharaoh tried to stay firm in front of the Dark Priest. The Priest refused to take that for an answer.
"Pharaoh you will kneel before me." Spat the Dark Priest, standing beside him the Dark Magician watched on in horror and utter hopelessness. What could he do? How could he save the Pharaoh? The Pharaoh glared bitterly up at the Priest who was standing above him next to the Scared Altar. His red eyes shone brightly through all the pain as he defiantly spat at the Priest. The Dark Magician conceded it was that look that made him care for the Pharaoh to make him serve him so loyally. But now he could do nothing to aid his beloved Pharaoh he watched on in sadness as once again the Pharaoh was brutally assaulted. The Dark Priest laughed as he saw the Pharaoh weaken and smiled menacingly at the Magician who stood helpless beside him. The Pharaohs face was enough to make the Magician turn away he could not look at him in that state.
"The time has come Pharaoh you will die." Uttered the Priest in a flat devilish tone, grabbing the Pharaoh by his hair he threw him down onto the altar. Tears clouded the Pharaohs vision as he tried to free himself from the madman.
"TO SAVE US!" the Priest screamed raising a golden blade above his head, he plunged it down with a swift movement into the Pharaohs chest. At hearing the blood-curdling scream the Magician cried out. The Pharaoh had died to save the Souls. Furious at the Priest the Magician whipped around and grabbed the blade from his hand.
"Curse you to hell and to the dark!" he screamed stabbing the Priest repeatedly, the Priest staggered backward though he was dead before he hit the temple floor. Tears of unreleased grief poured from the Magicians eyes mixing salt with the warm blood that had spattered on to his face.
"Pharaoh…" the Dark Magician whispered as he lay his head next to the Pharaohs. His eyes were still open so the Magician carefully reached up and slid them closed. He felt the Pharaohs blood under his face and on his hands, he had killed the Priest and his beloved friend was gone. He was lost to the world now.
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Short? Maybe but this is just a start to see if anyone will read it. Inspired by the story of the Magicians loyalty to his beloved Pharaoh. I hope you can leave a review and let me know if I should continue. Also this story is from the Magicians point of view. Yes some of the words are capitalized for a reason. Again please review and lend me your thoughts on this story.
I bet you are wondering why the Magician did not do anything...
The Dark *COUGH* DARK PRIEST! He was controling the Magician. He could do nothing
until the Dark Priest lost the connection with his mind. *hugs Magician*
I love you don't worry! (Magician sighs))
Danke
Seilin
