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Samantha-Serena is fourteen years old. I am willing to do any coupling that wins the polls.
Demonkitty2007-Serena meets back up with the people of Egypt in the sequel.
Angel-Yes I am still doing a sequel, it would be down-right rude to leave all you nice people hanging, and I gave my word I plan to keep it.
Shura-You can vote for whoever you want.
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Egyptian sands swept back and forth with the buried grief of the leading players in the palace. The grief process would not be spared for the duties that weighed heavily on each of the residents that Serenity had touch. With that their anger boiled to a point and then snapped their first lash was of unity directed at Shaadi. Shaadi sighed as he poured the vial into the bubbling cauldron hypnotized by the changing colors of the potion. Going over his fresh memories and comparing them to the visions he knew of the coming days. He sighed again the last time he would see them all united was when they lash out at him, the High Seer. Blaming him for not informing them of Serenity's decision, for not stopping her. However, he might to explain it they refused to listen, and to that Egypt silently began to crack and crumble.
"I will hold you to your promise princess, or else I dread what comes of the future." Shaadi whispered as he glanced at the simmering potion. Tired of staring into the cauldron, he gripped the lip of the cauldron tightly as he felt the stinging sensation in his left eye. Shaadi brought one hand to cool the heated bruise, a parting gift from one of the males. Slowly his vision was stain red from a cut above his eye, also and united front from the males, their terrible anger from their grief. Smearing away the fresh blood he place his hand in front of him to study the redness. It was as blood was described dark red and sticky, filled with life and vile promises.
Shaadi's thoughts turned to anguish for a brief moment, how quickly civilize men were reduce to primal actions without their guiding light. He doubted Serenity would be please by the bloodshed to come in her name. Shaadi laid his hand back down on the lip of the cauldron again place in a complaintive trance, not watching as a few drops of life essence from his cut dripped into Serenity's potion, memories she fought so hard to embrace the potion wisped away from the potion burying deeper into the millennium items. The secrets of each person she loved became so buried and entwine with the item it belong to it began the recreation spell with the incarnate host and spirit would have little to no memory of this time. Perhaps this is what Fate saw as the easiest way of handling the following events.
Shaadi poured the potion into a separate vial for each soul to be saved and sent forward in time. Slowly he packed his few menial items he owned and trudged to the New Pharaoh's already built tomb. To guard the tomb, the souls, and the items until Serenity came to set him free. A lonely, dubious existence, but worth the sworn loyalty to one that guarded their hearts and light. Awaiting the bodies that would come so he could pour the potion over the corpses. His first sigh of waiting was of the fate of the young Tomb Robber.
Bakura was cursing the fallen fate of Serenity and the broken promise that held in his heart. When Serenity disappeared from the plains of the desert palace, Bakura lost a little faith in his self and when sent to feed the prisoners, his father worked his twisted mind games on the young man. Each time his steps called in to the dismal dungeon, his father slick and putrid voice corrupted a little part of him. Though Bakura fell to the dark path, thinking when Serenity passed from this plain taking her innocent promise, that he was beyond saving. She had never broke that promise for his cloak pin glowed as a beacon, now stuck deep within folds of cloth. He ignored the trinket, blessed with a bit of Serenity's soul. Each time that man whispered part of the trade, evolving the once slightly jaded child into a twisted game master tomb robber. A soul passing into shadow with each successful steal he made. Bakura, the misguided one, tell me how does the darkness sound?
With Bakura swallowed by the darkness Hiroto lost his will to fight for righteousness, falling to wayside. His last thoughts and actions beyond scrutiny for there was none. Hiroto, the forgotten one, lost beyond the sun.
Jono, mourning for his lost friends, and balancing to stay strong for Shizuka, the masquerade draining his abilities. His lust for life, slowly slipping into the very sands he once loved. Jono, the dismal one, how many faces must you fool?
Shizuka, closest to her brother, seeing his fated fooling. Leading with the charade, pretending nothing is wrong with the silent tremors that howled beneath the washed soul. Shizuka, everlasting peace, is the light lonely with out others?
Mai, beautiful one, is the sorrow worth the tears you do not shed?
Anzu, mourning for things that cannot be. The light brings no comfort, no laughter of the one it belongs to. Sadness penetrates the safe haven of the palace, nothing left to do but cry and move on with the joy once shared.
Ishizu sister to a spilt mind of falling shadows, seeing beyond the horizon. Tell me pensive one, is the sun red with dark promises?
Rishid, ever loyal, ever truthful, ever watchful, tell me what is that you have seen? Keeping the promise Serenity couldn't, keeping close to Marik, who fears initiation to his own family of secrets. True to a fault, rest your trouble soul.
Marik, the bitter king, as you see your worst fear come to greet you. You tear a the thought of facing it alone, Serenity gone physically from your side. Acknowledging the fact Rishid wishes to stand in your place, but your father will not allow it. Branded deep on your back the secrets of the one you are beginning to despise. He with the powers, Atemu is said to possess could not save the fallen princess. Broken was the oath of fetal protection, torching your broken soul with the last words whispered during his trial. Gregariously you stand in your budding hatred, twisting away from the very thing Serenity cherished. Only held by your sister, and your ever loyal guardian and friend. Tell me, broken one, does a dual fate lead to fallen faith?
Seth, closest to the shattered pharaoh, see now what Serenity carried. Without her caring and leadership, it falls to you, but without her strength can you shoulder the burden alone again. The oath kept, now means nothing for the friendships once so treasured crumble and disregards all that built it. You feel cast out among each of them, and turn you rage to the one you swore to protect. Challenging Atemu for his crown, so sure he does not deserve it, he could not save the Serenity. How alike you and Marik think, and yet neither share their grief. Misbegotten one, how you bleed.
The last standing, the only one against the tide. Atemu how you scream in your sleep, crying out for the one that does not come. Shattered are your noted kindness. Rather reserved in all your feelings. Perhaps the worst betrayal is the one not committed? For after all, no thoughts is worst then bad ones. Yearning for the laughter and smiles of the once large circle. A promised dance, a promised youth, all gone young king. Fending off the very ones you need, a single strand unwoven against the tapestry. Tell, shattered one, your crown is hollow, upon the fated throne. Is the last one ready for what must be done?
The circle is broken, the starting strand is no longer tied. For the world must began anew, so call down the angry gods. Disappointed in how quickly the darkness infected when they all had something to stand against it. The shadow realm opens and out pours all the negative energy that has built up. Together with the Immense Divine Soldier of Obelisk, Oberisuku no Kyo Shin Hei, the warrior god of destruction with his angry fist. Saint Dragon of Osiris, Oshirisu no Tenkyryu, the red dragon god of suffering with his desolate double mouth of power. The Winged Divine Dragon of Ra, Ra no Yokushin Ryu, noted god of rebirth, with his fiery wings of craving of solution. Terrible was their might as the tore the Egyptian sands to shreds. Fated was the fall of Egypt, no matter the choice of Serenity, but it grew with a hope of a new future. Elegant Egypt doomed to fall, because to many sought it's blaze of faded glory. Prosperity lost, and paradise sunk in to the darkest sands. All this as Shaadi watch over the very items they once carried their souls screaming for Rebirth and new chances at their promises. Serenity's serum slipping into their mummified corpses, and the loyal ones watch praying their New Dawn will be soon.
There the next to last chapter. Showing the fall of Egypt, the three Egyptian Gods are named that in the Japan version. Soldier of Obelisk equals Obelisk the Tormentor. Saint Dragon of Osiris equals Slifer the Sky Dragon. The Winged Divine Dragon of Ra equals The Wing Dragon of Ra. This was basically a look on Egypt when you pulled the light away, since all the souls in the YGO show are Yami or Dark. Hope this met your approval. Keep voting, the polls close on the second chapter of the sequel.
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