Chapter 3. Sigh. Even if no one R&Rs this, perhaps they'll stumble upon it accidentally
Disclaimer... Disclaimer. Well I don't understand this. I mean it is obvious I'm neither the creator nor owner of Yu-Gi-Oh. Until I become the richest human alive and take over Kaiba. But I don't think he'll be too thrilled with that. So I'll just stalk him on the TV.
Mokuba sat by a small fire; suddenly a loud boom came towards him. He looked up and their stood the tallest troll with green pigment skin and black warts he had ever seen. The Troll snarled and then raised the rotted wood club up. Mokuba shield his face with his arms just as the troll was about to swing. A loud thud pulled him free from his fright and he looked up. There with a massive grin on his face and a sword weeping yellowish blood stood Seto. "Seto!" He jumped up and slammed his body against Seto's, sending the elder into a stumble and then onto his backside. "I'm glad to see you too."
"Are you hurt?"
"Of course, I was in a fight, nothing mortal, however." That earned him a grin. "Wow, did you kill the Dragon, like father?"
"No, the Dragon belonged to the girl."
"Girl?" A shy smile lifted the corners of Mokuba's mouth and Seto shook his head. "She's fiery." Seto explained. "She's about my age, not yours." Mokuba shrugged. "Is she pretty?"
"More than the Blue-Eyes." Seto whispered, so low that Mokuba didn't hear him. "What?"
"Like a rose with tough thorns. Come on, we should get back to what's left of the inn. It started to rain again in a small mist and they ran back.
I promise, they're not all sort like this. There really is length to this story.