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Stuff You Should Read:
Me: I have chapters 8-13 written and ready to be typed. So expect a string of updates. Also, most of the chapters I wrote at like 1:00 in the morning so they might seem a little...bad.
Yami: {sarcastically} Great...
Me: Shut up bitch!
Yami: Sarcasm is FUN!
Me: That's MY quote! {slaps Yami}
Yami: OW! {cries}
Me: HA! So here's chapter 8!
Chapter 8
I Need You Bakura
"What's wrong DM? Why'd you call us al here?" asked a baffled Malik. The company sat in a lounging room awaiting their wizard friend's answer. The Dark Magician took a deep breath and said, "Fate has been unkind recently. I say this because it has caused one of our company to become permanently indisposed." The group began whispering among themselves in confusion when Joey indicated, "Hey, Anthony isn't here." "Oh no! Dark Magician, do you mean Anthony is...dead?" Emilie asked after finding out what happened. "I'm afraid so." Then, without reason, Bakura got up and stomped off. Emilie was about to follow him but was held back by Ryou. "Emilie, it's best you leave him be. He most likely wants to be alone." "But, Ryou I feel a little responsible. I mean I was one of the ones who let Anthony leave by himself and that put him in danger. I mean Bakura and Anthony were like best friends. Maybe that's why Bakura is even more grumpy than usual." Emilie responded. With that Emilie headed the same direction as Bakura.
"Argh! You got one of the half elf's doofy friends but NOT the princess of Rohan like you were supposed to!" "I'm sorry Lord Marik. The princess got away before I could kill her. I can try again." "Don't bother! We'll just have to sneak into the castle and take the princess and half elf as prisoners. Then in exchange for them we'll demand power over Lothlorien AND Rohan." Then Marik let out a long, evil laugh.
Isis gasped as she received a telepathic message. (A/N: This is going to be a mind conversation. {Blah}= Isis and [Blah] = Dark Magician.) {Dark Magician, my old friend, how are things?} [Not so well. I've contacted you to ask your assistance in a war.] {The war of Middle Earth and the battle of Rohan no doubt?} [Yes, and King Seto will be terribly outnumbered when the Rare Hunters attack because Marik can make as many as he wants WHEN he wants to.] {I see. But at the last war on Middle Earth mine and my peoples' ancestors didn't last long.} [But I believe in you and you'll also have the help of the Rohan, Mirkwood, Gondor, and Rivendell armies.] {My Millennium Necklace has shown me nothing but terrible things.} [Isis that hasn't happened yet and we can change it. Plus if you refuse your brother AND sister may be killed.] {M-my sister's still alive?} [She is but she doesn't know she has any siblings yet.] {I don't want to loose my sister again. I will help.} [Thank you old friend.] {And to save trouble I shall contact the realms you seek aid from.} [Again I thank you. I shall be ever alert for your arrival.] (Very well.}
Emilie walked down the corridor lightly as not to miss any noise that might be made by Bakura. Suddenly, Emilie heard soft sobbing and tiptoed to where it was coming from. "Look at me, crying. I am such a freak! I shouldn't be afraid of a man who kills someone than runs and them doesn't take his punishment like the strong man he THINKS he is." Crashing sounds were heard from the room from Bakura throwing objects to ease his pain and fear. Emilie sighed sadly and slid down the wall into a sitting position. Tears filled her eyes and she let them silently spill. Emilie quietly said to herself, "I know how you feel Bakura. I'm afraid too, afraid for you. I know you'll be fighting this battle extra hard and I fear for your life. I don't want to loose you. I-I love you." Bakura slid down the opposite side of the wall, in his room, into a sitting position and the two cried silent tears together though only one knew of the other's company.
Me: There you have it! Chapter 8. Stay tuned for chapter 9!
Malik: This is NOT a TV show.
Me: Wouldn't it be cool if it was though?
Malik: No...
Me: You're such a geek!
Malik: You're the one with glasses!
Me: SNAP! NO YOU DIDN'T! I'm-I'm gunna k-kill youwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Malik: Don't cry! PLEASE don't cry! Isis'll kill me if I make you sad again! I'm sorry and I take back what I said!
Me: Good boy! Goodbye!
Stuff You Should Read:
Me: I have chapters 8-13 written and ready to be typed. So expect a string of updates. Also, most of the chapters I wrote at like 1:00 in the morning so they might seem a little...bad.
Yami: {sarcastically} Great...
Me: Shut up bitch!
Yami: Sarcasm is FUN!
Me: That's MY quote! {slaps Yami}
Yami: OW! {cries}
Me: HA! So here's chapter 8!
Chapter 8
I Need You Bakura
"What's wrong DM? Why'd you call us al here?" asked a baffled Malik. The company sat in a lounging room awaiting their wizard friend's answer. The Dark Magician took a deep breath and said, "Fate has been unkind recently. I say this because it has caused one of our company to become permanently indisposed." The group began whispering among themselves in confusion when Joey indicated, "Hey, Anthony isn't here." "Oh no! Dark Magician, do you mean Anthony is...dead?" Emilie asked after finding out what happened. "I'm afraid so." Then, without reason, Bakura got up and stomped off. Emilie was about to follow him but was held back by Ryou. "Emilie, it's best you leave him be. He most likely wants to be alone." "But, Ryou I feel a little responsible. I mean I was one of the ones who let Anthony leave by himself and that put him in danger. I mean Bakura and Anthony were like best friends. Maybe that's why Bakura is even more grumpy than usual." Emilie responded. With that Emilie headed the same direction as Bakura.
"Argh! You got one of the half elf's doofy friends but NOT the princess of Rohan like you were supposed to!" "I'm sorry Lord Marik. The princess got away before I could kill her. I can try again." "Don't bother! We'll just have to sneak into the castle and take the princess and half elf as prisoners. Then in exchange for them we'll demand power over Lothlorien AND Rohan." Then Marik let out a long, evil laugh.
Isis gasped as she received a telepathic message. (A/N: This is going to be a mind conversation. {Blah}= Isis and [Blah] = Dark Magician.) {Dark Magician, my old friend, how are things?} [Not so well. I've contacted you to ask your assistance in a war.] {The war of Middle Earth and the battle of Rohan no doubt?} [Yes, and King Seto will be terribly outnumbered when the Rare Hunters attack because Marik can make as many as he wants WHEN he wants to.] {I see. But at the last war on Middle Earth mine and my peoples' ancestors didn't last long.} [But I believe in you and you'll also have the help of the Rohan, Mirkwood, Gondor, and Rivendell armies.] {My Millennium Necklace has shown me nothing but terrible things.} [Isis that hasn't happened yet and we can change it. Plus if you refuse your brother AND sister may be killed.] {M-my sister's still alive?} [She is but she doesn't know she has any siblings yet.] {I don't want to loose my sister again. I will help.} [Thank you old friend.] {And to save trouble I shall contact the realms you seek aid from.} [Again I thank you. I shall be ever alert for your arrival.] (Very well.}
Emilie walked down the corridor lightly as not to miss any noise that might be made by Bakura. Suddenly, Emilie heard soft sobbing and tiptoed to where it was coming from. "Look at me, crying. I am such a freak! I shouldn't be afraid of a man who kills someone than runs and them doesn't take his punishment like the strong man he THINKS he is." Crashing sounds were heard from the room from Bakura throwing objects to ease his pain and fear. Emilie sighed sadly and slid down the wall into a sitting position. Tears filled her eyes and she let them silently spill. Emilie quietly said to herself, "I know how you feel Bakura. I'm afraid too, afraid for you. I know you'll be fighting this battle extra hard and I fear for your life. I don't want to loose you. I-I love you." Bakura slid down the opposite side of the wall, in his room, into a sitting position and the two cried silent tears together though only one knew of the other's company.
Me: There you have it! Chapter 8. Stay tuned for chapter 9!
Malik: This is NOT a TV show.
Me: Wouldn't it be cool if it was though?
Malik: No...
Me: You're such a geek!
Malik: You're the one with glasses!
Me: SNAP! NO YOU DIDN'T! I'm-I'm gunna k-kill youwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Malik: Don't cry! PLEASE don't cry! Isis'll kill me if I make you sad again! I'm sorry and I take back what I said!
Me: Good boy! Goodbye!