Chapter 2
Just after midnight.
Everything was still and silent in the darkness, except for the very faint sound of Yugi's steady breathing. The shadows were deep and dark, for outside the clouds formed a blanket over the moon and stars.
Then, slowly, the shadows began to creep away from the corners of the room and formed a large deposit of inky blackness in the centre of the floor. Soundlessly, the air around began to ripple and contort, and three figures dressed in robes of identical black rose from the shadow. They stood, the formless holes of shadow under their hoods looking at the slumbering boy. Then they moved towards the golden object glinting in the darkness nearby.
One hung back. 'Is this really necessary?' it whispered.
The other two turned, and the first could feel them glaring.
'If you have doubts.' the second whispered menacingly.
'We need the answers his memory will provide. You know that,' the third replied darkly.
'We don't need you,' menaced the second. 'We could always take what we need.'
'Yes. of course,' the first moved over to the other two, regretting his indecision.
Together they removed objects form the folds of their robes. In the darkness they glittered - a necklace, a rod, a set of scales, a key, an elaborate ring and an orb. The other millennium items.
Held in the presence of each other, the seven began to glow, shedding a harsh golden light that filled the room. Then it faded, and the other items disappeared inside the robes of the mysterious visitors.
One glanced at the boy, but he was still in deep sleep. Suddenly the menacing one thrust out a hand to the puzzle sitting on the table. It was stopped by the first.
'No.'
The second pulled his hand away viciously. 'Why not?' it hissed.
'We agreed not to let our presence known. This is not the time for a confrontation.'
The second turned to the third for aid.
'He is right. Restrain yourself - we will have the power soon enough.'
Controlled but still fuming, the second withdrew the hand into the shadows of it's robe, and the three stepped back out into the circle of shadow.
'Now we need only wait for the Pharaoh to give himself away,' said the third one quietly, and they vanished.
The room was left in silence and darkness, as if nothing had happened. But Yami woke in shock as foreign memories forced themselves into his mind.
In the silent secludedness of his soul-room, the spirit called Yami crouched, wide-eyed, as his whole life played out before his eyes. Years' worth of memories clamoured and shrieked, all vying for attention, all new and yet. familiar.
Flash: A hot day, with the blazing sun above warming his back. The cool water of the Nile, welcoming his hot, sore feet. A woman nearby filling her pot with the water. 'You see, it's nice to get out of that place once in a while.'
Yami fell to his knees and gasped for air to relieve the sharp pains in his mind, but like a flood the images kept coming.
Flash: Kneeling over parchment as older hands pointed and explained symbols in a boring drone. The walls around were patterned with like symbols, which he knew to be the history of the kingdom. His one day.
Yami gasped again, but the flashes came quicker this time and he had no time to recover.
Flash: The people lining the walls of the chamber cheered as he took his throne, the garb of a pharaoh clothing him. It pained him a little to see his mother in the shadows, weeping still for her lost husband. Inside he mourned, but refused to let any emotion touch his face. He was the pharaoh now, however young he was, and could never show weakness.
This time, Yami knew what was coming. But it did not make it any easier.
Flash: The six priests had reached the climax of their chanting. Now it was the time, but he refused to be afraid. He did this for his people. The channelled magic coursed through him like a wild river, into the portal of darkness. In the back of his mind he knew that he was screaming. The magic was tearing away at his consciousness, washing away parts in a flood of terrible, beautiful pure power. His memories were shattered and then gone, and finally all he could do was let the flow take him where it would, for he knew no reason to fight... Darkness.
Abruptly, the visions ended, and Yami was left on his knees, breathing heavily. He knew without question that it was all there in his mind, but for the moment he couldn't face it. It was too much. for the moment he concentrated on the stones beneath his hands, and slowing his breathing again.
Then he realised. His room. it was unmistakeably Egyptian, he knew, but the hieroglyphs that dotted the walls. He looked up, and his memory of the ancient language rose up in his mind. He could read them. and they told him everything he now knew. Who he was, his history, lined the walls in ancient Egyptian. He smiled a little at the irony - all his answers had been right here, and now that he could understand them he no longer needed them.
Shaking a little, he stood. He was the Pharaoh. and now he knew it. For the first time in 5000 years, he knew his name - his true name. A confident smile passed his lips, and he felt like screaming it to the world. But in the same instant, he knew that his name would never pass his lips. The Pharaoh who owned it had been dead for 5000 years, and ho had no right to it now. It was just another dim memory of another life. Now, he was the spirit Yami. And thus he would remain.
Suddenly, a thought hit him. How. could he remember? A junction of the millennium items could not possibly have happened. could it?
// Yugi! // he called urgently, but touched only a sleeping mind. Yami smiled in relief.
'That boy would sleep through the end of the world.'
Ha! You thought I was gonna make up Yami's real name, didn't you. Sorry, I have no idea what it is. Ominous, yeah? Now I gotta figure out a way to get them all to Egypt. once Yugi wakes up ( -__-6 ). And I reckon an appearance from Shadi is in order. I will get around to writing the next chapter soon, so stay tuned!!! Oh, and review!!!!!!
Just after midnight.
Everything was still and silent in the darkness, except for the very faint sound of Yugi's steady breathing. The shadows were deep and dark, for outside the clouds formed a blanket over the moon and stars.
Then, slowly, the shadows began to creep away from the corners of the room and formed a large deposit of inky blackness in the centre of the floor. Soundlessly, the air around began to ripple and contort, and three figures dressed in robes of identical black rose from the shadow. They stood, the formless holes of shadow under their hoods looking at the slumbering boy. Then they moved towards the golden object glinting in the darkness nearby.
One hung back. 'Is this really necessary?' it whispered.
The other two turned, and the first could feel them glaring.
'If you have doubts.' the second whispered menacingly.
'We need the answers his memory will provide. You know that,' the third replied darkly.
'We don't need you,' menaced the second. 'We could always take what we need.'
'Yes. of course,' the first moved over to the other two, regretting his indecision.
Together they removed objects form the folds of their robes. In the darkness they glittered - a necklace, a rod, a set of scales, a key, an elaborate ring and an orb. The other millennium items.
Held in the presence of each other, the seven began to glow, shedding a harsh golden light that filled the room. Then it faded, and the other items disappeared inside the robes of the mysterious visitors.
One glanced at the boy, but he was still in deep sleep. Suddenly the menacing one thrust out a hand to the puzzle sitting on the table. It was stopped by the first.
'No.'
The second pulled his hand away viciously. 'Why not?' it hissed.
'We agreed not to let our presence known. This is not the time for a confrontation.'
The second turned to the third for aid.
'He is right. Restrain yourself - we will have the power soon enough.'
Controlled but still fuming, the second withdrew the hand into the shadows of it's robe, and the three stepped back out into the circle of shadow.
'Now we need only wait for the Pharaoh to give himself away,' said the third one quietly, and they vanished.
The room was left in silence and darkness, as if nothing had happened. But Yami woke in shock as foreign memories forced themselves into his mind.
In the silent secludedness of his soul-room, the spirit called Yami crouched, wide-eyed, as his whole life played out before his eyes. Years' worth of memories clamoured and shrieked, all vying for attention, all new and yet. familiar.
Flash: A hot day, with the blazing sun above warming his back. The cool water of the Nile, welcoming his hot, sore feet. A woman nearby filling her pot with the water. 'You see, it's nice to get out of that place once in a while.'
Yami fell to his knees and gasped for air to relieve the sharp pains in his mind, but like a flood the images kept coming.
Flash: Kneeling over parchment as older hands pointed and explained symbols in a boring drone. The walls around were patterned with like symbols, which he knew to be the history of the kingdom. His one day.
Yami gasped again, but the flashes came quicker this time and he had no time to recover.
Flash: The people lining the walls of the chamber cheered as he took his throne, the garb of a pharaoh clothing him. It pained him a little to see his mother in the shadows, weeping still for her lost husband. Inside he mourned, but refused to let any emotion touch his face. He was the pharaoh now, however young he was, and could never show weakness.
This time, Yami knew what was coming. But it did not make it any easier.
Flash: The six priests had reached the climax of their chanting. Now it was the time, but he refused to be afraid. He did this for his people. The channelled magic coursed through him like a wild river, into the portal of darkness. In the back of his mind he knew that he was screaming. The magic was tearing away at his consciousness, washing away parts in a flood of terrible, beautiful pure power. His memories were shattered and then gone, and finally all he could do was let the flow take him where it would, for he knew no reason to fight... Darkness.
Abruptly, the visions ended, and Yami was left on his knees, breathing heavily. He knew without question that it was all there in his mind, but for the moment he couldn't face it. It was too much. for the moment he concentrated on the stones beneath his hands, and slowing his breathing again.
Then he realised. His room. it was unmistakeably Egyptian, he knew, but the hieroglyphs that dotted the walls. He looked up, and his memory of the ancient language rose up in his mind. He could read them. and they told him everything he now knew. Who he was, his history, lined the walls in ancient Egyptian. He smiled a little at the irony - all his answers had been right here, and now that he could understand them he no longer needed them.
Shaking a little, he stood. He was the Pharaoh. and now he knew it. For the first time in 5000 years, he knew his name - his true name. A confident smile passed his lips, and he felt like screaming it to the world. But in the same instant, he knew that his name would never pass his lips. The Pharaoh who owned it had been dead for 5000 years, and ho had no right to it now. It was just another dim memory of another life. Now, he was the spirit Yami. And thus he would remain.
Suddenly, a thought hit him. How. could he remember? A junction of the millennium items could not possibly have happened. could it?
// Yugi! // he called urgently, but touched only a sleeping mind. Yami smiled in relief.
'That boy would sleep through the end of the world.'
Ha! You thought I was gonna make up Yami's real name, didn't you. Sorry, I have no idea what it is. Ominous, yeah? Now I gotta figure out a way to get them all to Egypt. once Yugi wakes up ( -__-6 ). And I reckon an appearance from Shadi is in order. I will get around to writing the next chapter soon, so stay tuned!!! Oh, and review!!!!!!