Chapter Six: Snow
Set was being forced back to his cell by Damon as a small scribe sprinted up to the High Vizier in a panicked mode.
"My Lord Damon! The sky, it is throwing itself at us! The clouds are falling apart a dropping to the earth! We're all going to die!" the young scribe screamed uncontrollably.
"Calm down child. Now tell me, were these 'cloud pieces' cold and white?" Damon questioned, bending down on his knees to talk to the scribe.
The scribe said nothing, but nodded his head wildly. He was terrified. The silent scene was interrupted as a tall soldier jogged up to Damon.
"My lord, the streets are in disorder. The appearance of these strange, white flakes have caused an uproar in the city. The soldiers are doing their best to settle the people, but it isn't working," he stated, the same fear evident in his voice, even if it didn't touch his outer expression. Damon stood and walked to a nearby window.
"Snow," he explained, glancing out the window. "A blessing, and yet a curse. It scatters union and send organization into chaos."
Set was surprised. 'Snow? In the desert? That's like getting a burn from water,' he pondered.
Damon forgot about his present task and allowed the soldier to lead him away down the hallway towards the streets. Set stood there for a bit then realized his new freedom. He dashed off to where the other priests were being held.
The snow had begun to whip through the sky on fingers of wind, covering everything in a frozen layer of thin ice. Bakura managed to pull a still dazed Yami further back into their flimsy shelter as the wind sped up. Since Bakura had been forced to live in the mountains before, while he was on the run, he was used to the extremely cold temperatures. Yami, on the other hand, had lived under the warm Egyptian sun all his life. His dark tanned skin proved it.
"Bakura, I'm cold," Yami complained, his teeth clattering together. Bakura complied and pulled Yami closer. He could see the small prince's moist breath form into little clouds of mist and watched as they floated away into the driving snow.
"I don't want to be King," Yami mumbled, his voice muffled by Bakura's rough shirt. "I want to stay with you."
Bakura let a little smile slip from his mouth as Yami snuggled closer to Bakura's warmth. Testing his luck, knowing Yami had reacquired his memories, Bakura gently ran his fingers through Yami's hair. Amazed at how soft it was, Bakura let his hand become entangled in Yami's tri-coloured locks and fell asleep.
The soft glow of the morning sun woke Yami from his sleep, its many beams reflecting off the now peaceful snow. Completely unaware that Bakura's hand was on his hand, Yami sat up and felt the atmosphere around him. A disturbance reached Yami curiosity; its nature being carried on the breeze. The peace of the morning wouldn't last much longer.
Having felt his hand slide from Yami's hair, Bakura woke up and pushed himself up by Yami.
"Damn snow. Freezes my toes so I can't feel them," Bakura grumbled. Yami turned and laughed at him. Because Yami had slept pressed against Bakura underneath his cloak, he had been protected from the windborne snow. Bakura, on the other hand, was a totally different case.
Bakura's hair had spread out around his head while he slept, causing it to freeze into warped spikes, sticking out at odd angles. His cloak had also been the victim of the freezing wind. It had frozen to the shape of their bodies. Shaking the ice from his hair, Bakura continued his rambling.
"Stupid snow. It sits everywhere and refuses to melt until it wants to. It kills any natural source of food, makes travelling extremely hard and leaves a clear trail away from the scene of a crime," Bakura fumed. He was about to start ranting again when a loud noise echoed through the frozen air.
A large explosion erupted from the center of the town, close to where they had been previously kept. Both pairs of eyes swung immediately in that direction. A loud roar followed.
"It's Set!" Yami exclaimed, pointing a large object rising into the sky. It was Set's kaa, the White Dragon.
"Set.....Isn't that the High Priest that tried to kill me about two or three months ago?" Bakura questioned. Yami thought over this for a bit.
"Oh, that. I had forgotten about that little incident," Yami concluded. "But it was your fault, you know. You were the one who wanted Set's gold." Yami pushed himself to his feet.
Bakura leapt forward to catch Yami as he stumbled in the knee-high snow.
"Sorry, I'm not used to the feeling of snow beneath my feet," Yami apologized.
"That's okay. I'm quite used to it on the ground, but having it fall from the sky scared me bit. Here, I'll carry you," Bakura stated. Seeing Yami's startled expression, he defined what he meant. "I know you want to go see what's happening, but there's no way you'll ever be able to stand on the snow without falling over.
Yami blushed. "It's not my fault I've never been in snow before! But I'll let you carry me," Yami teased.
"Well then, jump on 'Pharaoh'. And don't push your knees into my side too hard, it hurts if you do that," Bakura mocked back.
Yami, with Bakura's help, climbed onto Bakura's back. The cloak was still disfigured and was cold to Yami's legs. As they trampled through the snowdrifts, Yami couldn't help the small giggle of amusement that escaped from his lips.
As they came to the site of the explosion, the snow changed from dazzling white to deep red. Set and the other priests were marching down the streets, killing all those in their way.
Yami gasped in horror as Set's White Dragon sent a good three dozen soldiers high into the air. They landed in the snow off to the side, never to move again. His sudden movement caused Bakura to lose his grip on Yami's legs. Yami fell backwards into the blood-tinged snow.
He got to his feet and struggled through the snow, sending red slush flying. Tears slid from his eyes as another squadron of soldiers ran to their deaths. Why he was crying for the sake of his enemies, he didn't know.
"Set, stop!" Yami screamed, throwing himself in front of the charging soldiers. Set obviously didn't recognize Yami; he commanded his dragon to attack.
The attack sent Yami sailing through the air along with the soldiers. Bakura watched as Yami's body landed hard in the red snow twenty feet away from himself. Bakura wanted to run to his side and help him, but his fear rooted his feet to the ground where he stood.
Set seemed to have just realized what he had just done. Bakura promised himself he would kill the priest who had killed Yami. Set's face contorted into a combination of shock and fear. But, he too, stood were he was, unmoving.
"Atemu? Atemu!" Isis screamed, dashing to where the prince now lay. After his mother had died when he was younger, Isis had taken the role in Yami's life. And now, just as a mother would cry over the death of her son, Isis fell to her knees and wept for Yami.
Bakura could feel something inside him twist sharply. It was glowing faintly, and Bakura could feel it pulsing with life. As he continued to listen to its comforting rhythm, the pulsing began to fade. It was dying.
Isis let out a strangled cry and clung to Yami's lifeless form. Shadi slowly moved forward, took Isis into his arms and led her back to the other priests.
The guards sensed the remorse and opened a path for them to pass through. Yami's body remained lying spread out in the blood soaked snow, motionless.
Dias: Well, here's another cliffy. Please don't kill me. Even though I only got 4 reviews on the last chapter, I also got a number of reviews on chapters 3 and 4. So I felt nice and posted this one.
Dark Dias: You didn't have anything else to do.
Dias: --; Whatever. The story is completed, so I guarantee there will be an ending to this.
Dark Dias: In about.....15 more chapters.
Dias: Shut up. I know it's long, but it's caused the two people who've read it to cry, so I think everyone else will like it. So, LEAVE A REVIEW!
Set was being forced back to his cell by Damon as a small scribe sprinted up to the High Vizier in a panicked mode.
"My Lord Damon! The sky, it is throwing itself at us! The clouds are falling apart a dropping to the earth! We're all going to die!" the young scribe screamed uncontrollably.
"Calm down child. Now tell me, were these 'cloud pieces' cold and white?" Damon questioned, bending down on his knees to talk to the scribe.
The scribe said nothing, but nodded his head wildly. He was terrified. The silent scene was interrupted as a tall soldier jogged up to Damon.
"My lord, the streets are in disorder. The appearance of these strange, white flakes have caused an uproar in the city. The soldiers are doing their best to settle the people, but it isn't working," he stated, the same fear evident in his voice, even if it didn't touch his outer expression. Damon stood and walked to a nearby window.
"Snow," he explained, glancing out the window. "A blessing, and yet a curse. It scatters union and send organization into chaos."
Set was surprised. 'Snow? In the desert? That's like getting a burn from water,' he pondered.
Damon forgot about his present task and allowed the soldier to lead him away down the hallway towards the streets. Set stood there for a bit then realized his new freedom. He dashed off to where the other priests were being held.
The snow had begun to whip through the sky on fingers of wind, covering everything in a frozen layer of thin ice. Bakura managed to pull a still dazed Yami further back into their flimsy shelter as the wind sped up. Since Bakura had been forced to live in the mountains before, while he was on the run, he was used to the extremely cold temperatures. Yami, on the other hand, had lived under the warm Egyptian sun all his life. His dark tanned skin proved it.
"Bakura, I'm cold," Yami complained, his teeth clattering together. Bakura complied and pulled Yami closer. He could see the small prince's moist breath form into little clouds of mist and watched as they floated away into the driving snow.
"I don't want to be King," Yami mumbled, his voice muffled by Bakura's rough shirt. "I want to stay with you."
Bakura let a little smile slip from his mouth as Yami snuggled closer to Bakura's warmth. Testing his luck, knowing Yami had reacquired his memories, Bakura gently ran his fingers through Yami's hair. Amazed at how soft it was, Bakura let his hand become entangled in Yami's tri-coloured locks and fell asleep.
The soft glow of the morning sun woke Yami from his sleep, its many beams reflecting off the now peaceful snow. Completely unaware that Bakura's hand was on his hand, Yami sat up and felt the atmosphere around him. A disturbance reached Yami curiosity; its nature being carried on the breeze. The peace of the morning wouldn't last much longer.
Having felt his hand slide from Yami's hair, Bakura woke up and pushed himself up by Yami.
"Damn snow. Freezes my toes so I can't feel them," Bakura grumbled. Yami turned and laughed at him. Because Yami had slept pressed against Bakura underneath his cloak, he had been protected from the windborne snow. Bakura, on the other hand, was a totally different case.
Bakura's hair had spread out around his head while he slept, causing it to freeze into warped spikes, sticking out at odd angles. His cloak had also been the victim of the freezing wind. It had frozen to the shape of their bodies. Shaking the ice from his hair, Bakura continued his rambling.
"Stupid snow. It sits everywhere and refuses to melt until it wants to. It kills any natural source of food, makes travelling extremely hard and leaves a clear trail away from the scene of a crime," Bakura fumed. He was about to start ranting again when a loud noise echoed through the frozen air.
A large explosion erupted from the center of the town, close to where they had been previously kept. Both pairs of eyes swung immediately in that direction. A loud roar followed.
"It's Set!" Yami exclaimed, pointing a large object rising into the sky. It was Set's kaa, the White Dragon.
"Set.....Isn't that the High Priest that tried to kill me about two or three months ago?" Bakura questioned. Yami thought over this for a bit.
"Oh, that. I had forgotten about that little incident," Yami concluded. "But it was your fault, you know. You were the one who wanted Set's gold." Yami pushed himself to his feet.
Bakura leapt forward to catch Yami as he stumbled in the knee-high snow.
"Sorry, I'm not used to the feeling of snow beneath my feet," Yami apologized.
"That's okay. I'm quite used to it on the ground, but having it fall from the sky scared me bit. Here, I'll carry you," Bakura stated. Seeing Yami's startled expression, he defined what he meant. "I know you want to go see what's happening, but there's no way you'll ever be able to stand on the snow without falling over.
Yami blushed. "It's not my fault I've never been in snow before! But I'll let you carry me," Yami teased.
"Well then, jump on 'Pharaoh'. And don't push your knees into my side too hard, it hurts if you do that," Bakura mocked back.
Yami, with Bakura's help, climbed onto Bakura's back. The cloak was still disfigured and was cold to Yami's legs. As they trampled through the snowdrifts, Yami couldn't help the small giggle of amusement that escaped from his lips.
As they came to the site of the explosion, the snow changed from dazzling white to deep red. Set and the other priests were marching down the streets, killing all those in their way.
Yami gasped in horror as Set's White Dragon sent a good three dozen soldiers high into the air. They landed in the snow off to the side, never to move again. His sudden movement caused Bakura to lose his grip on Yami's legs. Yami fell backwards into the blood-tinged snow.
He got to his feet and struggled through the snow, sending red slush flying. Tears slid from his eyes as another squadron of soldiers ran to their deaths. Why he was crying for the sake of his enemies, he didn't know.
"Set, stop!" Yami screamed, throwing himself in front of the charging soldiers. Set obviously didn't recognize Yami; he commanded his dragon to attack.
The attack sent Yami sailing through the air along with the soldiers. Bakura watched as Yami's body landed hard in the red snow twenty feet away from himself. Bakura wanted to run to his side and help him, but his fear rooted his feet to the ground where he stood.
Set seemed to have just realized what he had just done. Bakura promised himself he would kill the priest who had killed Yami. Set's face contorted into a combination of shock and fear. But, he too, stood were he was, unmoving.
"Atemu? Atemu!" Isis screamed, dashing to where the prince now lay. After his mother had died when he was younger, Isis had taken the role in Yami's life. And now, just as a mother would cry over the death of her son, Isis fell to her knees and wept for Yami.
Bakura could feel something inside him twist sharply. It was glowing faintly, and Bakura could feel it pulsing with life. As he continued to listen to its comforting rhythm, the pulsing began to fade. It was dying.
Isis let out a strangled cry and clung to Yami's lifeless form. Shadi slowly moved forward, took Isis into his arms and led her back to the other priests.
The guards sensed the remorse and opened a path for them to pass through. Yami's body remained lying spread out in the blood soaked snow, motionless.
Dias: Well, here's another cliffy. Please don't kill me. Even though I only got 4 reviews on the last chapter, I also got a number of reviews on chapters 3 and 4. So I felt nice and posted this one.
Dark Dias: You didn't have anything else to do.
Dias: --; Whatever. The story is completed, so I guarantee there will be an ending to this.
Dark Dias: In about.....15 more chapters.
Dias: Shut up. I know it's long, but it's caused the two people who've read it to cry, so I think everyone else will like it. So, LEAVE A REVIEW!