This is a preview for a story that I will complete at a later time.
In this story I will be using the monsters in the anime Yugioh in my own story. I will try to include classic monsters, such as Blue Eyes White Dragon, Gaia the Fierce Knight, Curse of Dragon, along with my own original creations. The main character will be the Dark Magician. I am open to suggestions, comments and any monster someone wishes to see.
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In the mist of all the heavens and the stars that shown bright in an endless waltz of time there came to be as set by the powers a small kingdom. All the strength the power the formed what is our universe came together creating a planet. Though beautiful, a masterpiece of art and wonder, having all the traits of the powers from which it was bore, earth, stone, fire, wind, water, light, and darkness.
The first inhabitants of this little kingdom where like the world itself, each consisting of all the elements in which they came from. These creatures looked upon now as the old ones took the world for their own. They made their home their chaos, their hell.
Chaos the enemy of all order and stability, this and only this did the powers fear and hate. For countless millennia the old ones fought each other allied and betrayed each other, each wishing the dominance of the force they came. In essence they created chaos and in essence refused to coexisted and maintained order. For their fear of it the forces intervened.
Forged from darkness and sealed by light the old ones were cast into prison which non can see and non can reach. There they could be forgotten and chaos destroyed.
Rather than have a chaotic world with creatures bound to where they came. Each of the powers took part in engineering a life from, magnificent in stature and with the possibilities for anything and everything. An impure imperfect and genius from of life came into the light of the world. Men..
The powers of the universe saw it best to leave the world to govern itself and remained silent.
Men had many qualities that the forces felt made them superior to the old ones. Though mortal they posses a soul that could were bound to the world and were free to leave the little kingdom and explore the vast heavens. They had wonderful emotions that other not even the powers that forged them could comprehend. Only in the heart of a mortal were they made clear. Simultaneously this was there greatest strength and greatest weakness.
While it seemed that an age of prosperity and peace was this new world to be. But something happened then the powers did not intend. Somehow in some a boy found his way into a hidden chamber. In this chamber was a door and nothing more. On it the red a warning. In a tongue the boy could not understand. Either drawn there by the ageing will of the old ones or predetermined by the powers to, is unknown, the boy opened the door.
By total accident the humans damned themselves to suffer. The power and will of the old ones was released. It blended with the humans for their unlimited potential made them easy hosts to convert and control through power. It changed and altered the creatures of the Earth. Making an age of demons and wizards that threw the world back into chaos. In this new earth the old wars and alliances were reborn. War world continued until the line that separated the creatures became so thin, so transparent, so distorted that, good, evil, light, and dark, are nearly unrecognizable.
It was a bleak mid-summers day. A sudden rain had come from north and settled at the base of the mountain. Over the fertile emerald green forests it rained and the path was drenched. Here in the mud traced trail he walked. He pulled his more tightly around himself as it rained with more force. His staff, long and beautiful, he grasped with both hands to help him through the feet of mud he was stuck in.
He continued at this slow pace and sighed. It was miserable here on the ground were his thoughts. Wherever he was headed it will take him more than thrice the time to arrive at his destination. His destination mattered not to him. As long as he was on the move his troubles and misfortunes seemed to stay behind. No matter what he did or were he went they would catch up with him.
As the day drew to an end and the sky began to darken. He knew he must find shelter. Though was of great strength and power, it was unsafe for anyone to travel the road alone at night. When he reached the base of the mountain he found a cave and decided it would serve as adequate cover for the storm. When a fire was built he removed his cloak and the armor he wore. He was comfortable he laid and warmed his body by the fire. "So ends another worthless day on the road," he muttered to himself.
Sleep came uneasy. On the road he was always tense. Keeping his staff at hand incase to fight off any predator wishing to devoured him in the night. He had many experiences in this. He recalled the memory of once caught with out his staff in cave similar to this one, by a hoard of demons known affectionately as Pale Beasts. Though he is stronger than any human many such creatures could kill him when caught off guard.
Trying to calm his nerves with more pleasant memories, he began to think of the years of training in which he went through to attain the magical talents he now possesses. He remembered how difficult it was. How long it took. This only reminded him of the tragedy which drove him to roam. Upon thinking of this he noticed that his shelter extended deeper into the mountain. He thought it best to not move further in. Recalling another memory of him almost being trapped for all eternity by lost, forgotten souls.
Fore long hours he lay awake pondering what he should do. He didn't want to die wandering the world with no purpose. Tiring his mind with these thoughts he eventually fell into a deep sleep. He had never slept like this for some time. One without dream or thought but pure rest, pure bliss, however his awakening would not be so fortunate.
Somehow in someway, his fire erupted into a huge intense blaze. The layer of clothing he was wearing caught fire and he scrambled in a very undignified to quench them. When they were out he rose to his feet. Fires just don't explode he thought. He screeching cries come the interior of the dwelling. He raised his hand and his staff came to it. After a few seconds of listening, he lowered his guard. "Just bats," he told himself. Still the cries came closer. It was bats but not the friendliest of them.
In an instant one came for the shadows and sank its teeth into his neck. He screamed lightly and threw it off. While examining the wound scores more of them flew at him. The bats began to bite him all over his body. He fell to the ground trying to cover him from them. He grabbed them and threw them off but it was futile to prevent them from causing fatal blood loss.
As quickly as it began it ended. A wave of light fired it self from his body and the bats were disintegrated. Rising slow from the floor, he said, "Dark Bats, why do I have this luck." A ball of flame came from the darkness trying to ignite him once again. Using his staff he swatted the ballistic blaze. He starred with anger at the balls origin. The cause of these bats and my burns is down this cavern he thought. He hit his staff to the ground three times and the jewel at the end began to glow with a bright light.
He proceeded into the cavern. All the while keeping himself alert to everything that was happening around. He was, most likely, far superior to anything he would encounter but he must always be on guard. His wounds were stinging and his burn aching in pain, made all the more reason to find what was in here. As he traveled he realized the vastness of the cave he had chosen as shelter. That his search for what ever creature could go one indefinitely. His plan was to continue moving and wait for what ever kind of creature it was to reveal itself for another attack. He gazed at the walls as they past. They were not naturally formed but carefully melted by some ancient being long before his time. As he continued his path opened to a great stair case which seemed to rise all the way to the peak of the mountain. Knowing it would take hours to scale these stairs he continued on. While he climbed the steps he found that this was and ancient watch tower for the city that he headed to. What puzzled him was what created it? No human would have the ability to melt and entire cave in a mountain. For hours he climbed and encountered nothing. He thought he heard laughter coming from the peak but this he could not be certain of.
After long climbing he finally made it to the peak. He looked out through a large balcony the entire valley before him and even to the city he sought to make it to.
"Marvelous view, is it not?" He turned to see a boy floating in the air with his legs crossed. His hair was brown and spiked back, on his bare chest there was a tattoo of a bird. "I supposed you are looking for me."
"You can tell me your name and the reason you have been causing me trouble."
"I am Fireyarou, and all I was doing looking for some fun. Seeing that you're a magician I thought you would put up a better show than any human."
"I am not for anyone's amusement."
Fireyarou glared at him, "Why don't you tell me your name?"
"My name is Solex. I am known as the Dark Magician."
Fireyarou laughed at him. Flame spout from his mouth and nose. "You mean to tell me that an immature apprentice wizard like yourself knows dark magic. You will die slower for lying."
"Maybe."
"Enough of your pointless chatter I want you to burn." A wall of flames engulfed Solex. Fireyarou began a malevolent Laugh as he increased the fire around Solex. Then he stopped to see his progress in burning Solex. When the flames departed he looked upon an unharmed Solex. "What you should half way to ash by now."
"I told you I am a master of the secret arts." Solex raised his hand and a beam of energy shot and destroyed Fireyarou. "That's for ruining my clothes." Solex headed back down the long stair case he was tired. He needed rest, beyond anything. In this dazed state he never heard the fist coming from behind.
The impact threw off the stairs. He fell until he hit the next level. He bounced from the force and fell to the next level were he stopped. With great pain he tried to push himself up. Leaning on his staff, he stood. Mouth bleeding arm broken and numerous cuts along his body he scanned the area for his assailant. A few seconds went before he saw him. He was large twice the sized of Solex. His body surrounded by fire. In the left hand he held a huge sword. A ball of fire formed in the right hand, and he flung it at Solex. It the floor and Solex was once again thrown off the stairs. He fell for hundreds of feet. He shot a beam of light into the floor of the cavetto slow himself.
Once down he ran to the entrance. Behind him many more explosions occurred. When at the entrance, he lowered himself into a defensive position. The solder appeared and threw another fire ball at Solex which was deflected easily. The solder then charged and raised his weapon. Solex in his weakened state could not escape in time and received a slash opening the abdominal muscles. Though injured the attack gave Solex the opportunity he sorely needed. Uses his staff he destroyed the unknown solder.
Broken and bleeding Solex thought his end was at hand. His vision blurred and fainted. As he lay dieing on the ground, the scent of blood attracted a pact of wolves. They lurched slowly closer to Solex who was powerless to defend. They were nearly on him an arrow lit in green light flew and exploded in front who the wolves causing them to jump back. Two more shots followed until the wolves scattered and fled.
Atop of his vantage point the archer observed as the wolves ran he looked at the man wondering if he was dead or not and if so by the wolves or another cause. The horse at the base of the stone grunted and stomped its feet. "Well Argento," the archer spoke, "it seems our new friend needs assistance."
In this story I will be using the monsters in the anime Yugioh in my own story. I will try to include classic monsters, such as Blue Eyes White Dragon, Gaia the Fierce Knight, Curse of Dragon, along with my own original creations. The main character will be the Dark Magician. I am open to suggestions, comments and any monster someone wishes to see.
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In the mist of all the heavens and the stars that shown bright in an endless waltz of time there came to be as set by the powers a small kingdom. All the strength the power the formed what is our universe came together creating a planet. Though beautiful, a masterpiece of art and wonder, having all the traits of the powers from which it was bore, earth, stone, fire, wind, water, light, and darkness.
The first inhabitants of this little kingdom where like the world itself, each consisting of all the elements in which they came from. These creatures looked upon now as the old ones took the world for their own. They made their home their chaos, their hell.
Chaos the enemy of all order and stability, this and only this did the powers fear and hate. For countless millennia the old ones fought each other allied and betrayed each other, each wishing the dominance of the force they came. In essence they created chaos and in essence refused to coexisted and maintained order. For their fear of it the forces intervened.
Forged from darkness and sealed by light the old ones were cast into prison which non can see and non can reach. There they could be forgotten and chaos destroyed.
Rather than have a chaotic world with creatures bound to where they came. Each of the powers took part in engineering a life from, magnificent in stature and with the possibilities for anything and everything. An impure imperfect and genius from of life came into the light of the world. Men..
The powers of the universe saw it best to leave the world to govern itself and remained silent.
Men had many qualities that the forces felt made them superior to the old ones. Though mortal they posses a soul that could were bound to the world and were free to leave the little kingdom and explore the vast heavens. They had wonderful emotions that other not even the powers that forged them could comprehend. Only in the heart of a mortal were they made clear. Simultaneously this was there greatest strength and greatest weakness.
While it seemed that an age of prosperity and peace was this new world to be. But something happened then the powers did not intend. Somehow in some a boy found his way into a hidden chamber. In this chamber was a door and nothing more. On it the red a warning. In a tongue the boy could not understand. Either drawn there by the ageing will of the old ones or predetermined by the powers to, is unknown, the boy opened the door.
By total accident the humans damned themselves to suffer. The power and will of the old ones was released. It blended with the humans for their unlimited potential made them easy hosts to convert and control through power. It changed and altered the creatures of the Earth. Making an age of demons and wizards that threw the world back into chaos. In this new earth the old wars and alliances were reborn. War world continued until the line that separated the creatures became so thin, so transparent, so distorted that, good, evil, light, and dark, are nearly unrecognizable.
It was a bleak mid-summers day. A sudden rain had come from north and settled at the base of the mountain. Over the fertile emerald green forests it rained and the path was drenched. Here in the mud traced trail he walked. He pulled his more tightly around himself as it rained with more force. His staff, long and beautiful, he grasped with both hands to help him through the feet of mud he was stuck in.
He continued at this slow pace and sighed. It was miserable here on the ground were his thoughts. Wherever he was headed it will take him more than thrice the time to arrive at his destination. His destination mattered not to him. As long as he was on the move his troubles and misfortunes seemed to stay behind. No matter what he did or were he went they would catch up with him.
As the day drew to an end and the sky began to darken. He knew he must find shelter. Though was of great strength and power, it was unsafe for anyone to travel the road alone at night. When he reached the base of the mountain he found a cave and decided it would serve as adequate cover for the storm. When a fire was built he removed his cloak and the armor he wore. He was comfortable he laid and warmed his body by the fire. "So ends another worthless day on the road," he muttered to himself.
Sleep came uneasy. On the road he was always tense. Keeping his staff at hand incase to fight off any predator wishing to devoured him in the night. He had many experiences in this. He recalled the memory of once caught with out his staff in cave similar to this one, by a hoard of demons known affectionately as Pale Beasts. Though he is stronger than any human many such creatures could kill him when caught off guard.
Trying to calm his nerves with more pleasant memories, he began to think of the years of training in which he went through to attain the magical talents he now possesses. He remembered how difficult it was. How long it took. This only reminded him of the tragedy which drove him to roam. Upon thinking of this he noticed that his shelter extended deeper into the mountain. He thought it best to not move further in. Recalling another memory of him almost being trapped for all eternity by lost, forgotten souls.
Fore long hours he lay awake pondering what he should do. He didn't want to die wandering the world with no purpose. Tiring his mind with these thoughts he eventually fell into a deep sleep. He had never slept like this for some time. One without dream or thought but pure rest, pure bliss, however his awakening would not be so fortunate.
Somehow in someway, his fire erupted into a huge intense blaze. The layer of clothing he was wearing caught fire and he scrambled in a very undignified to quench them. When they were out he rose to his feet. Fires just don't explode he thought. He screeching cries come the interior of the dwelling. He raised his hand and his staff came to it. After a few seconds of listening, he lowered his guard. "Just bats," he told himself. Still the cries came closer. It was bats but not the friendliest of them.
In an instant one came for the shadows and sank its teeth into his neck. He screamed lightly and threw it off. While examining the wound scores more of them flew at him. The bats began to bite him all over his body. He fell to the ground trying to cover him from them. He grabbed them and threw them off but it was futile to prevent them from causing fatal blood loss.
As quickly as it began it ended. A wave of light fired it self from his body and the bats were disintegrated. Rising slow from the floor, he said, "Dark Bats, why do I have this luck." A ball of flame came from the darkness trying to ignite him once again. Using his staff he swatted the ballistic blaze. He starred with anger at the balls origin. The cause of these bats and my burns is down this cavern he thought. He hit his staff to the ground three times and the jewel at the end began to glow with a bright light.
He proceeded into the cavern. All the while keeping himself alert to everything that was happening around. He was, most likely, far superior to anything he would encounter but he must always be on guard. His wounds were stinging and his burn aching in pain, made all the more reason to find what was in here. As he traveled he realized the vastness of the cave he had chosen as shelter. That his search for what ever creature could go one indefinitely. His plan was to continue moving and wait for what ever kind of creature it was to reveal itself for another attack. He gazed at the walls as they past. They were not naturally formed but carefully melted by some ancient being long before his time. As he continued his path opened to a great stair case which seemed to rise all the way to the peak of the mountain. Knowing it would take hours to scale these stairs he continued on. While he climbed the steps he found that this was and ancient watch tower for the city that he headed to. What puzzled him was what created it? No human would have the ability to melt and entire cave in a mountain. For hours he climbed and encountered nothing. He thought he heard laughter coming from the peak but this he could not be certain of.
After long climbing he finally made it to the peak. He looked out through a large balcony the entire valley before him and even to the city he sought to make it to.
"Marvelous view, is it not?" He turned to see a boy floating in the air with his legs crossed. His hair was brown and spiked back, on his bare chest there was a tattoo of a bird. "I supposed you are looking for me."
"You can tell me your name and the reason you have been causing me trouble."
"I am Fireyarou, and all I was doing looking for some fun. Seeing that you're a magician I thought you would put up a better show than any human."
"I am not for anyone's amusement."
Fireyarou glared at him, "Why don't you tell me your name?"
"My name is Solex. I am known as the Dark Magician."
Fireyarou laughed at him. Flame spout from his mouth and nose. "You mean to tell me that an immature apprentice wizard like yourself knows dark magic. You will die slower for lying."
"Maybe."
"Enough of your pointless chatter I want you to burn." A wall of flames engulfed Solex. Fireyarou began a malevolent Laugh as he increased the fire around Solex. Then he stopped to see his progress in burning Solex. When the flames departed he looked upon an unharmed Solex. "What you should half way to ash by now."
"I told you I am a master of the secret arts." Solex raised his hand and a beam of energy shot and destroyed Fireyarou. "That's for ruining my clothes." Solex headed back down the long stair case he was tired. He needed rest, beyond anything. In this dazed state he never heard the fist coming from behind.
The impact threw off the stairs. He fell until he hit the next level. He bounced from the force and fell to the next level were he stopped. With great pain he tried to push himself up. Leaning on his staff, he stood. Mouth bleeding arm broken and numerous cuts along his body he scanned the area for his assailant. A few seconds went before he saw him. He was large twice the sized of Solex. His body surrounded by fire. In the left hand he held a huge sword. A ball of fire formed in the right hand, and he flung it at Solex. It the floor and Solex was once again thrown off the stairs. He fell for hundreds of feet. He shot a beam of light into the floor of the cavetto slow himself.
Once down he ran to the entrance. Behind him many more explosions occurred. When at the entrance, he lowered himself into a defensive position. The solder appeared and threw another fire ball at Solex which was deflected easily. The solder then charged and raised his weapon. Solex in his weakened state could not escape in time and received a slash opening the abdominal muscles. Though injured the attack gave Solex the opportunity he sorely needed. Uses his staff he destroyed the unknown solder.
Broken and bleeding Solex thought his end was at hand. His vision blurred and fainted. As he lay dieing on the ground, the scent of blood attracted a pact of wolves. They lurched slowly closer to Solex who was powerless to defend. They were nearly on him an arrow lit in green light flew and exploded in front who the wolves causing them to jump back. Two more shots followed until the wolves scattered and fled.
Atop of his vantage point the archer observed as the wolves ran he looked at the man wondering if he was dead or not and if so by the wolves or another cause. The horse at the base of the stone grunted and stomped its feet. "Well Argento," the archer spoke, "it seems our new friend needs assistance."