Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh but I do own Tiera, Xolani, Monifa, and Natara and anyone else that isn't in Yu-Gi-Oh.
Authors Note: Okay, this is just one of those chapters where you have to fill in the plot holes. Right, this is mostly flash-backs. It tells a little about Tiera's and Marik's past. It also contains the teeniest bit of SEXUAL CONTENT!!! But not enough to make it rated R. Anyway, I sincerely hope you aren't disturbed by it...and here's my chapter
I set off, not knowing where I was headed. Only knowing that I had to get away from that place. I had to get away from Marik.
I trudged across the sand, my bare feet crunching against the coarse rocks. I knew I must be in some kind of desert. I was probably in Egypt, now that I put it all together.
I don't remember much about my past. I was never told much about myself. All I knew was that I was a princess. The princess of Egypt.
Apparently, some bandits had been after the Pharaoh (my father) and his queen (my mother). So, when I was only about a year old, my mother, my brother, and I were sent into hiding. We hid in that castle that I had just left.
As the years passed, the once small group of bandits had gathered more followers. They were now protesting against the Pharaoh and all of the royal family. They were supporting the use of Shadow Magic to gain power. What had started out as a game was now threatening to destroy the entire world.
Over the time that we were in hiding, my brother and I grew very close. We were the only friends each other had. We couldn't go out on the streets because you never knew who was a bandit or not, and it was kind of easy to recognize me. All of the people in Egypt knew that their princess had green eyes, bronzed skin, and flaming red hair.
One of the noblemen who let us stay in his castle had a nephew who one day came to see us. He was a very cheerful boy of about my age with white hair and lavender eyes. Marik. He told me stories about how he was a spy for the Pharaoh and how he had played with monsters in the Shadow Realm, and me, being so young and gullible, I believed him.
He told me about the outside world and he, my brother, and I all became best friends.
Those were probably the happiest years of my life, from age ten to thirteen. However, those glorious days were short-lived.
When I was fourteen years old, my father was killed by one of the bandits in a shadow duel, and only one week later my mother was killed by them also on her way back to Egypt. That left my brother to take the throne.
I didn't want him to go. I was scared. I didn't want to stay here all alone. But my brother said he had to go. And that he would come back for me someday, once it was safe. In the mean time, Marik could protect me.
So I turned to Marik. And he supported me. He made me laugh, and he helped to ease the pain of losing so many loved ones in so little time. Before I knew it, I was falling in love.
On my sixteenth birthday, Marik asked me to marry him. Of course, I said yes. He was the only man besides my brother who really cared about me. Or so I thought.
But now that I think about it, did Marik ever love me back? Or had he just been planning his conquest of the world over all this time, and simply been using me so that he could have children to sacrifice? It was all so confusing.
Now that I was no longer blinded by my foolish hopes, it was much easier to see what had been right in front of me for so long.
The day that Xolani died, he had been in the room with me. We were sitting on the bed with our arms wrapped around each other, watching her tiny chest rise and fall, slower and slower, until it finally stopped. Even though we'd been told that it would take a miracle to keep her alive, we were both devastated. Or at least I was. I could just imagine what Marik's thoughts were like. While I was praying for her to somehow live, he was probably crossing his fingers that she would die.
After she died, he asked me if he could have a few moments by himself in the room. I left, thinking he just wanted to be alone for a while. That must have been when he transferred her soul to himself.
And when we received the news that Natara had drowned, I had run into his room sobbing. He, eyes completely dry, had hugged me very tightly. I felt an odd sensation coming from his hands, as though something was dissolving into my skin. And from that moment on, I was immortal.
Marik was so selfish. He didn't even think about me...or Monifa. No, I never doubted that Marik loved Monifa. That look in his eyes when he held her for the first time said it all. But he wasn't the one who had to tell a sweet innocent little five-year-old that her two sisters weren't coming back.
But it wasn't really that that I was so angry about. Maybe that was part of the reason, but I could take pain. Both mental and physical pain. So I could handle Natara and Xolani's deaths. I wasn't okay with it, but I could take it. So it wasn't that.
And it wasn't the continuous rape and abuse that he put me through. In fact, that was probably the most enjoyable (if you could call it that) part of my entire ordeal. Just to have him touch me, even if it hurt, was better than nothing. Because I needed love. It was better to be bruised and cut every day than to be lonely.
And it wasn't the fact that he made me immortal. I could take that also. I was very angry at him for that, but it wasn't the reason for this hot hatred that was boiling up inside my skin.
No, it was the fact that he had lied to me. Betrayed my trust. Taken advantage of me for his own selfish reasons. And for that, I would never forgive him. Never.
But at the same time, I couldn't keep myself from hoping that it had all been some horrible nightmare. That I would wake up and it would all go away. That Marik really loved me, because, as much as I hated him, there was still a part of me that loved him and was ready to go running back into his arms if he ever asked me to.
I didn't understand how this could have happened. It seemed like he loved me so much. I had felt so protected with him. He could make me feel like everything in the world was right, without even trying.
Like when we made love. The way he touched every inch of my exposed skin with his fingertips. The way he kissed me all over and said the sweetest things. I would lay there on the bed completely helpless. With Marik I had felt so vulnerable, and yet, so safe.
So what had happened?
Authors Note: Hi...um...that was the chapter! Sorry about the semi-long wait, but, for Spanish, I had an extremely GEY substitute teacher who gave us the wrong worksheets to work on and a ton of homework that we HADN'T LEARNED YET!!! Anyway, yes, I know that is an extremely lame excuse, but bear with me. Okay, yay!!! Time for me to go write another chapter...maybe...yeah. And I hope you weren't disturbed by the SEXUAL CONTENT!!!
Authors Note: Okay, this is just one of those chapters where you have to fill in the plot holes. Right, this is mostly flash-backs. It tells a little about Tiera's and Marik's past. It also contains the teeniest bit of SEXUAL CONTENT!!! But not enough to make it rated R. Anyway, I sincerely hope you aren't disturbed by it...and here's my chapter
I set off, not knowing where I was headed. Only knowing that I had to get away from that place. I had to get away from Marik.
I trudged across the sand, my bare feet crunching against the coarse rocks. I knew I must be in some kind of desert. I was probably in Egypt, now that I put it all together.
I don't remember much about my past. I was never told much about myself. All I knew was that I was a princess. The princess of Egypt.
Apparently, some bandits had been after the Pharaoh (my father) and his queen (my mother). So, when I was only about a year old, my mother, my brother, and I were sent into hiding. We hid in that castle that I had just left.
As the years passed, the once small group of bandits had gathered more followers. They were now protesting against the Pharaoh and all of the royal family. They were supporting the use of Shadow Magic to gain power. What had started out as a game was now threatening to destroy the entire world.
Over the time that we were in hiding, my brother and I grew very close. We were the only friends each other had. We couldn't go out on the streets because you never knew who was a bandit or not, and it was kind of easy to recognize me. All of the people in Egypt knew that their princess had green eyes, bronzed skin, and flaming red hair.
One of the noblemen who let us stay in his castle had a nephew who one day came to see us. He was a very cheerful boy of about my age with white hair and lavender eyes. Marik. He told me stories about how he was a spy for the Pharaoh and how he had played with monsters in the Shadow Realm, and me, being so young and gullible, I believed him.
He told me about the outside world and he, my brother, and I all became best friends.
Those were probably the happiest years of my life, from age ten to thirteen. However, those glorious days were short-lived.
When I was fourteen years old, my father was killed by one of the bandits in a shadow duel, and only one week later my mother was killed by them also on her way back to Egypt. That left my brother to take the throne.
I didn't want him to go. I was scared. I didn't want to stay here all alone. But my brother said he had to go. And that he would come back for me someday, once it was safe. In the mean time, Marik could protect me.
So I turned to Marik. And he supported me. He made me laugh, and he helped to ease the pain of losing so many loved ones in so little time. Before I knew it, I was falling in love.
On my sixteenth birthday, Marik asked me to marry him. Of course, I said yes. He was the only man besides my brother who really cared about me. Or so I thought.
But now that I think about it, did Marik ever love me back? Or had he just been planning his conquest of the world over all this time, and simply been using me so that he could have children to sacrifice? It was all so confusing.
Now that I was no longer blinded by my foolish hopes, it was much easier to see what had been right in front of me for so long.
The day that Xolani died, he had been in the room with me. We were sitting on the bed with our arms wrapped around each other, watching her tiny chest rise and fall, slower and slower, until it finally stopped. Even though we'd been told that it would take a miracle to keep her alive, we were both devastated. Or at least I was. I could just imagine what Marik's thoughts were like. While I was praying for her to somehow live, he was probably crossing his fingers that she would die.
After she died, he asked me if he could have a few moments by himself in the room. I left, thinking he just wanted to be alone for a while. That must have been when he transferred her soul to himself.
And when we received the news that Natara had drowned, I had run into his room sobbing. He, eyes completely dry, had hugged me very tightly. I felt an odd sensation coming from his hands, as though something was dissolving into my skin. And from that moment on, I was immortal.
Marik was so selfish. He didn't even think about me...or Monifa. No, I never doubted that Marik loved Monifa. That look in his eyes when he held her for the first time said it all. But he wasn't the one who had to tell a sweet innocent little five-year-old that her two sisters weren't coming back.
But it wasn't really that that I was so angry about. Maybe that was part of the reason, but I could take pain. Both mental and physical pain. So I could handle Natara and Xolani's deaths. I wasn't okay with it, but I could take it. So it wasn't that.
And it wasn't the continuous rape and abuse that he put me through. In fact, that was probably the most enjoyable (if you could call it that) part of my entire ordeal. Just to have him touch me, even if it hurt, was better than nothing. Because I needed love. It was better to be bruised and cut every day than to be lonely.
And it wasn't the fact that he made me immortal. I could take that also. I was very angry at him for that, but it wasn't the reason for this hot hatred that was boiling up inside my skin.
No, it was the fact that he had lied to me. Betrayed my trust. Taken advantage of me for his own selfish reasons. And for that, I would never forgive him. Never.
But at the same time, I couldn't keep myself from hoping that it had all been some horrible nightmare. That I would wake up and it would all go away. That Marik really loved me, because, as much as I hated him, there was still a part of me that loved him and was ready to go running back into his arms if he ever asked me to.
I didn't understand how this could have happened. It seemed like he loved me so much. I had felt so protected with him. He could make me feel like everything in the world was right, without even trying.
Like when we made love. The way he touched every inch of my exposed skin with his fingertips. The way he kissed me all over and said the sweetest things. I would lay there on the bed completely helpless. With Marik I had felt so vulnerable, and yet, so safe.
So what had happened?
Authors Note: Hi...um...that was the chapter! Sorry about the semi-long wait, but, for Spanish, I had an extremely GEY substitute teacher who gave us the wrong worksheets to work on and a ton of homework that we HADN'T LEARNED YET!!! Anyway, yes, I know that is an extremely lame excuse, but bear with me. Okay, yay!!! Time for me to go write another chapter...maybe...yeah. And I hope you weren't disturbed by the SEXUAL CONTENT!!!