Anaya's Creator: (very hyper) Last Chapter peoples!

Mokuba: Whaa-ness! (climbs into Anaya's Creator's arms and cries)

Anaya's Creator: (Puts arms around Mokuba and cuddles him) Aww, my poor Mokie-chan; don't worry there's a sequel after this.

Kaiba: (Tries to put an arm around Anaya's Creator's shoulders)

Anaya's Creator: Hey, back off!

Malik: (tries the same thing)

Anaya's Creator: I thought I told you people to back off

Kaiba and Malik: (Throw their arms around her any how and smother her) Anaya's Creator does not own Yu-Gi-Oh or the song she uses from Les Meserable in here.

The next morning Yami was in the throne room talking with Jonouchi, who had just informed him of Akina and Marik's wedding. "So they did get married then," he muttered. A tired sigh escaped him. His father insisted that the coronation feast last long into the night, and Yami was exhausted from it. "May the Gods bring them eternal happiness," he said finally, dismissing Jonouchi with a wave of his hand.

Jonouchi left, and not a moment too soon, for just as he left Seth entered the room. "I challenge you to a Shadow Game, 'Pharaoh'," he demanded. He was going to continue, but Yami interrupted him.

Yami was severely shocked. Why did Seth want to duel him all of the sudden? That wasn't at all like him. Could something have happened to him? "Seth, why do you do this?" he asked, standing up from his throne.

"Don't ask questions you coward, and call your greatest creature, not that it would stand against mine.The throne should have belonged to my family and I will prove it by defeating you and taking all you have!"

"I won't. I won't duel someone who is a brother to me." Despite what he had said, Yami felt himself growing angrier with each passing second. Never had Seth treated him this way before. Was this his true self? Without any more hesitation, he threw up his right arm. A black portal appeared a man in a long purple robe appeared flew out of it. "My creature is the Dark Magician."

Without hesitation Seth did the same. Out of his portal came a gigantic dragon. It was dazzling blue and white. "Ha, ha, ha, Pharaoh, your pathetic monster doesn't even begin to compare with my Blue Eyes White Dragon. It is far more powerful," Seth jeered.

"Even you should know it takes more than power to win a duel. If there is no strategy guiding that power, it is nothing but a vacant warning." Yami retorted. Both he and Seth yelled "Duel!" and the dragons charged at each other, letting out loud roars as they clashed.

Rooms away in the Temple of Ra, Akina awoke in that exact instant. She felt the familiar weight of her husband wrapped around her. Last night had seemed endless, and as they had continuously made love, both their minds fogging up in the ecstasy, she had prayed that morning would never come. That she would always remain here, by his side. As she ran her fingers through her husband's hair, he was fast asleep on her shoulder; she noticed there was something very wrong about the atmosphere that morning. It was uneasy, and the feeling of strong magic hung heavily in the air. She heard a dragon's cry once more and sat upright. Beside her, Marik stirred.

"Akina, why are you up already darling? Is something wrong?" he asked groggily, running a hand through her hair.

"My time has come," she replied. Climbing out of bed, Akina grabbed her clothes, put them on, picked up her staff, and hurried out of the room.

The longer she ran down the cavernous hall of the temple, the quicker her pace became. She didn't need her eyes to know where she was going; her feet somehow knew the way. Everything was making sense now: why she had that strange dream so many nights ago, why she had been forced to stay at the palace as Yami's servant, even why her village had been destroyed. Her destiny was now as clear as the Nile had been seven years ago when she had rescued Yami. She knew what she had to do... save him a second time.

There were more dragon cries, but these were mixed in with the cries of another creature she didn't recognize, by the sound of it, there were two battling each other. As Akina entered the throne room, she heard the sound of a monster giving out a final desperate cry and there was the sudden sound and sensation of a small earthquake as something extremely heavy collapsed to the ground. She heard several assorted objects fall around the palace; that would certainly attract unwanted attention. Suddenly a great and mighty wind blew up; it was so powerful Akina had to cling to one of the walls in order to withstand it. She heard Seth yell "Finish him off, my dragon... the painful way!" There was no time for hesitation, no time to think things through one last time, Akina simply ran to where she knew Yami was standing and blocked the dragon's blast. The last thing she knew was that she had been blown off her feet and a small stream of blood ruptured from the back of her throat. She was dying.

As she felt life stream away from her body and mind Akina felt no pain, no sorrow, she simply felt empty. Visions of her own life were passing before her eyes at lightening speed as her spirit left her.

"She was seeing her own birth, her father taking her to Egypt as he fled from her mother's angry relatives, the first discovery of her gift, saving the prince's life when she was seven years old, when she met and fought Marik in the Temple of Ra seven years later..."

Among these memories there were many others, but they all faded away. Darkness absorbed her spirit and all of her magic dispersed from her body.

As the magic left her, it split. Some went over to Seth and hit him in the heart. The magic surged through him, forcing the dragon skeleton to become released from his back, showering blood everywhere. He was now freed from his father's mind control. Seth fell onto his knees, sputtering and gasping for air, confused about what had been happening. The skeleton fell beside him and writhed into a pile of ash as another shimmer of magic hit his bleeding back, healing it instantly.

Akina's staff, which had been blown away when the explosion hit her, flew through the air. Just before it hit the ground a stream of magic hit it and it transformed into a black jewel on a long thick cord. There was an inscription on the jewel that said "the Mighty Sea" in hieroglyphics. There was a light clink! as it hit the limestone floor.

"NO!" someone from the far end of the room shouted. It was Marik; he had followed Akina after her awkward departure from their room. He ran forward and caught his wife's now lifeless form. "Akina, no wake up, please don't be dead." He put his ear to her heart and listened... but there was no beat. "No..." he whispered forlornly, he knelt down on the floor, burying his face in her green hair.

"Marik," Yami said, cautiously approaching him. "I am so sorry." He put a hand on Marik's shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

Marik barely hear his words, tears of sorrow and mirth were spilling from his eyes and into Akina's hair.

There was a sudden woman's gasp from the entrance of the throne room. "No, my daughter," said Terentina as she ran towards Marik, Yami, and her daughter's body; Seth also came to join them. "What happened to you, Seth?" she asked, seeing the blood on his back.

"That skeleton you brought back. Apparently, my father had created it, and somehow it was able to possess me. Then, before she died, Akina's magic was able to free and heal me." He answered.

Akina's mother took hold of her steadily growing colder hand; there was no pulse at her wrist. "Her destiny... has been fulfilled..." she said putting a hand to her heart in calm despair, two small twin streams of tears flowed from her eyes. She was barely able to choke out her words.

Marik stared at her, flabbergasted. "Your daughter is dead and that's all you can say!" he exclaimed in a mixture of mourning and fury.

Terentina gave Marik a sympathetic look, and then pulled out the papyrus letter she had been looking at the night before and handed it to him. "Akina knew she was going to die, so she asked me to write this for her. It's a letter... with an exclamation."

With slightly trembling hands, Marik took the letter, pried open the wax that sealed the letter, and opened it.

My Dearest Husband,

If you are reading this, more than likely I have passed on. Do not be distressed by my sudden death. I know it came far too soon after our wedding night for either of our likings. I would give anything to stay here with you, but, with my heart full of regret, I must leave you. I have loved you more deeply than I even loved my own father. So great is my love that you cannot even begin to imagine the agony of parting with you. To ensure that we met and love again, in time, I am using the last of my magic to create a reincarnation of myself. I am also transforming my staff into a gem that can only be unlocked by her. Good bye my love.

Forever yours,

Aki

The letter slowly dropped from Marik's hand, but it would take a long time before he truly accepted her death.

In the days that followed, Marik watched over his wife's mummification and the making of her luxurious tomb. As the priests chanted a spell to keep the tomb from being opened, he slipped back in one last time. He walked over to Akina's sarcophagus; he had spared no expense to make it and the belongings he had placed in her tomb. It was gold and encrusted with gems. Surrounding him, was a gold senet set, flowers and assorted herbs, fine wine, and ushebti with instruments so she could dance to their music in the afterlife. To ensure that their tomb would never be found or robbed, he sealed the tomb with a spell that could only be broken by Akina's reincarnation. Unable to continue life without Akina, he pulled a bottle of poison out of his robes and drank it down. As they took effect, he could hear Akina's voice singing to him, and as he died he vowed never to forget her words:

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high and life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid

When dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung, no wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart

As they turn your dream to shame.

I slept a summer by your side

You filled my days with endless wonder

You took my childhood in your stride

But I had to leave when autumn came

Still I dream we'll meet again

That we will live the years together

But for now this dream, it cannot be

And this storm we cannot weather...

I have a dream my life will be

So different from this hell we're now living

So different now from what it seems

For now life has killed

The dream...

I dreamed...

As her song faded away, Marik made a promise to himself: I won't go to the afterlife, I'll follow you, Akina, and create a reincarnation of my own. If I ever meet the Pharaoh again, I will strip him of his powers and avenge you!

The End

Anaya's Creator: (ducks behind everybody's chairs to avoid being hit with anything thrown her way) I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I am so so sorry,

Mokuba: Lay off guys this is just the end of the Ancient Egypt part. There will be a sequel that takes place in the present.

Anaya's Creator: (still cowering behind the chair) Please don't throw vegetables at me!

Kaiba: They won't!

Malik: Review People! And keep your eyes peeled for the sequel!