a/n: ok first of all I want to apologize for not updating for so long. It was very bad of me and I'm sorry but I finally have chapter three typed. Ok enough yapping on my part, enjoy.
Ch.3
The cleric Joey struggled vainly against the ropes that bound him. The chestnut haired Saxon Battle Priest watched him with amusement. He chuckled slightly. Joey looked up at him, anger in his honey colored eyes. He glared at his captor and paused in his struggling.
"Find me funny do ya?" he snapped.
"Who wouldn't find a Briton like you tied up amusing? Your kind is no better than dogs." Seto replied.
Joey struggled harder, "so you think you're better than me huh? Untie me, Saxon, and we'll see who's superior."
Seto only smirked. "Why would I waist my time on a dog like you?" he said before turning and exiting the tent, leaving a fuming blonde cleric in his wake.
Ryou didn't struggle, he just sat, head hanging sadly, in his bonds. His Earth Magic would be of little help here. If he were outside though where he could grab a twig or a leaf of some kind it would be a different story. He figured that if he waited patiently enough his captor would present him with an opportunity to free himself and his friends.
Ryou could feel his captor watching him, eyes burning into his head. Every now and then he would hear him mutter in that strange stilted language that Ryou guessed to be some sort of demonic tongue.
It was remarkable how much the demon looked like him. It was said that every one had an opposite version of themselves somewhere; in fact he had seen it before. They didn't always look like each other but it was not uncommon. Ryou wondered if this demon was his.
"Going out," the demon announced suddenly in his harsh sounding common. "Don't try nothing." And with that he left.
Malik was sitting tied up in the middle of the Saxon sorcerer's tent in a quite rage. His power was blocked and nothing frustrated a mage more than being unable to use his powers. He glared at his Saxon double in contempt and was receiving the self same stare back.
"What do you want with us?" Malik demanded, "Where's Yugi and the others?"
"Shut up Briton!" Marik growled, "You're in no position to be asking questions."
"I'm not talking orders from you, Saxon sorcerer!" Malik answered defiantly.
Slap! Marik backhanded him. Malik's cheek stung from the blow.
"Listen Briton, if you want you or your friends to get out of here alive I suggest you keep you trap shut." Marik threatened. He walked to the door of the tent. "Think on that a while." And he left. Malik glared balefully at the spot where Marik had stood.
Yugi watched as Yami paced back and forth within the confines of the tent. The Saxon prince was muttering to himself but too low for Yugi to make out the words. Though Yami had changed little physically in the last ten years he had changed a great deal mentally. He was much colder than he use to be and his hatred of Britons was almost like an obsession now but Yugi could still see glimmers of the boy he'd known. Especially when Yami looked at him. Yugi was desperate for a way to bring that side out; he searched around for some common ground on which to meet the Saxon prince. He spotted a chessboard on a table in the tent. He walked over, grateful Yami had unbound his wrists, and began setting up the pieces. Yami stopped his pacing to see what he was up to.
"What are you doing?" he asked harshly.
"Want to play a game of chess?" Yugi asked innocently.
Yami's look was suspicious. "What?"
"Chess, you do remember how to play don't you?" Yugi said
Yami snorted. "Of course, but I don't have time to play chess. I have to meet with my generals."
Yami walked over. "Stay in this tent!" he ordered. "Try and leave and your friends' lives will be forfeit."
"Only if you promise to play me a game of chess when you're done." Yugi said covering up the shock that Yami was going to leave him unbound and the fear his last statement had put in his heart.
"Fine," Yami growled, "Now stay put!" and with that he turned and marched out of the tent.
Yami, Seto, Marik, and Bakura met on a hilltop just outside the Saxon encampment.
"How far did we come today?" Yami asked.
"Twelve miles, the wagons slow are progress," Seto reported.
"It will slow to only five or six miles when we reach the mountains." Bakura added in demon.
Yami frowned, "what is your take on the captives?" he asked his three companions.
"The Briton dog is all bark and no bite," Seto said with amusement.
"The mage is gonna be a handful, had to hit him to keep him from yapping," Marik said in annoyance.
"Quiet, don't talk, don't fight," came Bakura's rough common.
"How is the prince? A little snot I would bet." Seto commented.
"He is nothing of the sort!" Yami snapped forcefully causing his generals to look at him in surprise. Yami seeming to just realize he had defended his captive glared at the others. "He is a ransom nothing more nothing less," he stated, but sounded more as if he was trying to convince himself.
Marik and Seto exchanged glances but it was Bakura who spoke up.
"Yami, you mustn't let the brat get to you. He will help you win this war; help you destroy the Britons once and for all." Bakura reminded him speaking in demon so as to be sure to get his point across. "I have nothing personal against the Britons, to me a human is a human. But since you see some sort of inferiority in them I guess they must be stamped out for purity of the breed."
"Bakura's right, although they look like our doubles we can not get attached to them. It would ruin everything." Marik agreed.
"You have know worries here," Seto interjected, "I would never get attached to that mutt!"
Yami nodded. He stood in silence for a moment, his crimson eyes lost in thought. Finally he looked up at them. "Very well, you're dismissed. Guard the captives well; there are leverage against Prince Yugi."
The others all turned and returned to camp leaving Yami alone on the hilltop. The Saxon prince spoke softly into the darkness. "May the gods grant me strength; in war all things must go. If I need to I must not hesitate to kill the prince and his companions. Though I'm not sure I can."
"that is true Prince Yami; all is fair in war, but all is fair in love as well. Which will it be? Do you remember the prophecy?" a voice asked.
Yami looked up startled but could see no one. "Who's there?"
"The prophecy, do you remember it?" the disembodied voice asked.
"Prophecy?" Yami asked sharply. "I have no idea what your talking about. Where are you?"
the voice began to chant:
"Swords and roses, blood and tears,
Anger and happiness, comfort and tears.
Everything happens, anything goes,
Like a circle, no start, no close.
All is fair in love and war,
Never the same as before.
Choose carefully which battle to fight,
One wrong step will destroy the light."
"Who are you? What is that suppose to mean?" Yami was angry now. He prowled the hilltop searching for the source of the voice.
"Now where would the fun be if I told you that?" the voice chuckled.
"There was more to that prophecy!" Yami stated.
"True, but that part is not meant for you. Go back to camp and play your game with the prince. After all he wants to and how can you resist those bug purple eyes?" the voice asked.
Yami growled in response. The voice only laughed and was gone.
a/n: alright so what do you guys think that voice was? Any guesses? Also I apologize for the bad poetry, I'm not the greatest poet. Well you know the drill time to review.