Chapter 1

Hey what's up my names William Duule, I'm a sixteen-year-old, six foot three, 162 pound ex-rare-hunter. I have gray eyes and black hair about two inches long that I like to wear spiked. Just thought you outta know. Well, enough with the formalities lets get back to the story.

I opened the doors to the card shop and instantly found Mikes uncle, Sam, standing behind the counter. The whole place looked exactly like I remembered, and that was saying something since I hadn't been here in a couple of months.
"Hey, Will, what's up?" Sam called out when he noticed us standing there.
"Just glad to be back." I replied.
After I had been set free from Mariks control I had gone right home, but not back to my family and friends. I had secluded myself, sometimes for entire days on end without any human contact at all. It took me a long to come to terms with having been a mind-slave to an evil mastermind. Finally, though, I had realized that I could not be held fully responsible for what I had done. I had fought Mariks control with all of my mind, but I had not been able to stop my body from doing what he had wanted it to.
BAM! I hit the ground as someone jumped on me from behind. I twisted around to find the second of my two best friends sitting on top of me.
"Leah!" I exclaimed.
"Will, its so good to see you!" She said excitedly as she wrapped me in a tight hug.
"Leah, you're crushing me." I said as I gasped for air.
"Sorry," She said. "I'm just so glad that you're finally back."
She got off of me and we both stood up. Now that we were standing I could get a good look at her. She was just as beautiful as I remembered.
She had just past shoulder length hair. It was dark brown and she had added a few blonde highlights. She had a naturally light brown skin tone and soft rounded facial features, all of which seemed to accent her dark brown eyes. She stood about five foot five inches tall. Lastly, she was wearing a white beater with a thin white overshirt, unbuttoned, skintight jeans and white sneakers.
"So Mike said that you were gonna duel today." She said.
"Yea, Sam, when can we get started?" Mike asked his uncle.
"As soon as you guys are ready. I have the primary dueling arena all set up, ready, and waiting for you." Sam replied.
I looked over at my best friend, Mike; he had short brown hair that he gelled into forward sweeping spikes, and brown eyes. He was wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans, a green hoodie, a pair of white sneakers, and to top it all off – a silver chain necklace.
"Well, Mike, are you ready?" I asked.
"Bring it on!" Mike said with a lopsided grin.
All four of us headed for the elevator, we rode it three floors down and when it stopped the doors opened to reveal a massive dueling arena.
"Ready when you are." Mike said and held out his hand.
"Right but win, lose, or draw this ones just for fun." I said clasping his hand.
"Well duh, after all, we gotta break you back in again." He said with a grin.
"Haha, funny." I said sarcastically. We both left to our respective sides of the field, shuffled our decks, and set them on the deck zones.
"Ready," I said.
"Set," He echoed.
"Duel!" We said together.