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I don't own Yu gi oh! Who woulda thought?
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I remember whenever something would go wrong Mother would simply smile and say "Ah, well. Things will be better in the morning." Maybe. I think as I curl up beneath an overhanging ledge. Maybe things will be better. I hope, with all my strength I hope things will be better. But when I awake, the town is still in ashes, and the cries of the un-avenged souls of my town still ringing loudly in my ears.
What should I do? I have nothing left. Everyone I know is dead. It is no use pretending anymore. People don't come back to life. Someone's life isn't like an animal. It never finds its way back to home.
I look down the street that I am standing in, towards the main square. I'd been on this street a thousand times before. Before yesterday, everything always looked so familiar. But now, soot and un-nameable substances covered the walls. It looked so strange, so alien that I realized that I was lost to. Not in the literal sense, where you can't find your way home, because that house on the corner was no longer my home. MY home had my mother and father living inside it. So, that wasn't my home anymore. I would never have a home again. All of the souls of my village where lost. And now, and forever after, mine would be to. That made an even one hundred.
I walked down the street, staring at my feet, filled with sorrow of everything that I have lost. That's when I realize that my feet have taken me to my old house, as if wanting to remind me of a life that I once had.
Flashback
"Mother, what are you doing?" I asked one morning as I saw her scraping at the ground with a shovel. She smiled. "I'm planting a flower!" She said. "Really?"
"Of course really!"
"Are you sure?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Mom, I don't see a flower."
She looked at me with a look that said "Ah, to be young" and smiled. "Of course you don't see a flower. I haven't planted it yet!" Well when she was done, there still wasn't any flower, and there wasn't any flower the next day, and so I thought that it hadn't worked. But, several days later, I could see a sprout of green where she had planted the flower. I asked her about it. She smiled and said, "It needs time to grow." I still didn't get it. "But mom, how do we know that it will bloom?" She sighed. "We don't, sweetie. All that we can do is hope." I still wasn't sure that I understood. But, several weeks later, I could see that it was blooming. My mother got that dreamy look in her eye. "It's hope. You never know what the future will be like. All that you can do is be the best that you can be and hope for the best."
Mother would plant a flower every year, and every year, a new flower would grow and blossom, spreading hope to our hearts.
End flashback
Tears filled my eyes. I missed her. Why did the pharaoh have to take her away from me? I look at our house, and what I see makes my heart stop. On the ground, trampled and crushed by soldiers' feet, are the remains of the flower. Tears well up inside of me. I bend down to pick the dried petals up, but before my hand can reach them, a gust of wind blows them out of my reach, and they drift into the sky in the distance. Hope. I think sadly. They have taken even hope from me.
I lie down on the middle of the street, not caring who saw me, not caring what happened to me. I just lie there, in a deep depression. Far off, I could hear the plot-plot-plot of a horses canter, but it did not register in my brain that someone was coming. When I felt rough hands pick me up and set me on a horse, I didn't care. Let them take me. Let them take me far, far away from this terrible place and never return. If there purpose was to bring me to the pharaoh, then so be it. However, if we went anywhere near the palace I would not shout out "PHAROAH, YOU FORGOT SOME ONE IN LAST NIGHTS MASSACRE!!!" I wasn't going to fight my fate. But I wasn't about to make it worse. I didn't care what happened, but I wasn't about to ensure my death. But we didn't head north toward the palace. Instead we headed south.
"Hey, kid." I heard the man in front of me say. "What happened to Thief Town back there?" I had never heard of my town called that before, but what else could he mean? What other town could he be talking about? I hesitated, but I didn't know why. I'm not afraid. I said to myself over and over again. The echoes of lost souls rang in my ears. I can't be afraid. For their sake. I cannot let them be forgotten. I can't let the evils of the Pharaoh go unknown. To many have died already. What's to stop it from happening again? The man was looking at me strangely. Why shouldn't he? He doesn't understand the pain of my town. But that can easily be changed. I was just about to tell him when I stopped. He didn't deserve to feel that pain. I had barley met him, but I knew that he was a good man. I didn't want to hurt anybody. But I also didn't want to lie about my village. I smiled. "The town was attacked... by an army of demons. The demons used the citizens to grow more powerful themselves. There was not a single survivor." I said, my voice low. And in a sad way, that was true. I hadn't survived; not really, I was just half-there, like a memory, or a ghost. But what was I a ghost of? My town? Or myself?
The man looked at me skeptically. I could tell that he didn't belive me. And why should he? After all, I told a half-truth. Not lying, but still... not the whole truth. A ghost of the truth... but did truth die to? I sighed. This was beginning to confuse me.
"Look kid, all I want is the truth. What happened?" The man said, a hint of anger in his voice. I looked down. "I... can't say. There is to much- pain in the air. To many souls have been lost."
The man looked at me again. He didn't understand. How could he? Who could understand? No one. But that's the way that it should be. I don't want anyone else to feel the pain that I am feeling.
I slid off of the back of his horse. I didn't need his help, didn't want it. He would try to stop me, out of the good of his heart, but I couldn't let it be. I felt that if I was around him for one more second, then I would tell him. I didn't want that, so I had to leave. I couldn't tell anybody, and I knew that I would be tempted on many occasions. So I decided that it would be best if I cut of all connections with other humans. None of them deserved to know my pain. I would tell no one, except for the pharaoh, and that priest that now has the sennen eye.
With this in mind, I walked off, away from civilization, to see what fate had in store for me.
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