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Tournament of the Century

Chapter 1 – Kaibaland Revelation

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"Ready?"

"Ready."

Lights boomed around the duel arena, the crowd roared and cheered. It was the largest Dueling arena in all of Kaibaland, and was currently being used in a large, city-based tournament, which had progressed quite nicely.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaand here we are, ladies and gentlemen, the final match of the tournament is about to begin! On one side, we have Amadeus Kelgi, an accomplished duelist who seems to have a taste for angelic monsters!" boomed the loudspeakers, the stage lights converging on one of the duelists, a boy wearing a pair of black pants and a long-sleeved blue shirt with two white stripes down the sleeves. The boy ran a hand through his purple hair.

"His opponent is Grear McGregor, a Scottish-born girl who has shown an equal amount of skill with her use of Magical and Warrior-type monsters!"

The lights moved from Amadeus and shifted to the girl, who was wearing a green beret. Reddish hair fell to her shoulders and a face full of freckles beamed happily, her blue eyes even brighter from the light. She was wearing a green shirt with a clover on it, and a green plaid skirt.

The light shifted back to their original positions, illuminating the entire field now, each duelist stepping into their respective machine. Amadeus smiled softly and gave a wave to Grear, who returned both, setting her deck down.

"Rules are simple. 8000 life points, so it's the extended version, no card ante! Now... DUEL!" screamed the man on the loudspeakers.

Amadeus – 8000

Grear – 8000

Amadeus drew his card first, and nodded. "It's nice to know we've both gotten to the championship match, Grear. But I just can't let you win, mind you... so go, Cherub of Hope in attack mode! Then I'll end my turn." He slapped a card down on his field, and a small, poofy angel with a tiny halo and wings appeared on his end. (800/1000)

Grear nodded as well. "Oh ya, of course I know ye can't just let me win. But I'm gonna make it hard for ya to win too! I summon ya, Norse Chanter, blow 'is little cherub outta the sky with Storm of Thor!" she too set a card down, and the form of an aged man appeared, his dark green robes ripped in a couple of places, his beard trailing down to his knees. (1600/2000)

The Norse Chanter raised his arms and began speaking in ancient Nordic, and black clouds immediately appeared above him, occasionally illuminated with a white flash of lighting. A clap of thunder was heard, and then a large bolt shot from the cloud and headed right towards the Cherub of Hope.

The blast connected, but Amadeus lost no life points, and the Cherub of Hope was still floating about happily. Grear frowned a little, and Amadeus smirked.

"Grear, the Cherub of Hope can't be destroyed in battles you instigate. Also, any battle damage that comes from the Cherub is instead added to my life points."

Amadeus – 8800

Grear – 8000

"Ya little poofball cannae help ya for long, Amadeus!" Grear shouted, and placed down two more cards.

Amadeus drew another card and smiled, and set three cards down: Two in his magic/trap zone, and then a monster which came to the field from a shining portal that hovered above the field. It was wearing a long, shimmering dress, and white hair cascaded down to its feet. In its hands, it wielded a long spear, the pointed end of which shone with a white light. (1900/1500)

"I summon the Angel of Temperance in attack mode!" yelled Joseph. "Now attack the Norse Chanter!"

The angel raised its spear and charged, but flying out of nowhere a pair of glimmering silver shackles shot out and attached themselves to the Angel of Temperance's wrists, and the angel returned to its original position.

"Trap card, Amadeus. Dwarven Shackles stops ya attack, and forces ya creature inta defense mode." murmured Grear, indicating the face-up card on her field. "I suppose it's my turn now..." She drew a card and nodded.

"I sacrifice my Norse Chanter to summon Dwarven Smith to the field in attack mode!"

The Norse Chanter disappeared in a myriad of sparkles, to be replaced a burly looking Dwarf, wielding twin hammers across his blue armor-plated chest. (2450/1800)

"The special ability of the Dwarven Smith allows me ta search my deck for a field or trap card and place it inta my hand." Grear smiled and searched through her deck, pulled a card from it, and then reshuffled her deck.

"Now, I activate Stonehenge!"

Large columns of stone arose from the earth, apparently man-made and ages of years old, some knocked over, some looking like gates, appeared in a circle surrounding the Dwarven Smith.

"Now, Dwarven Smith, attack the Angel with Dual Hammer Strike!"

The Dwarf grunted and stood up, raised its hammers, and charged the Angel. The angelic creature attempted to raise its spear in defense, but the first hammer swing broke the pole in two, and the second connected directly with the Angel of Temperance's forehead, and it exploded into tiny sparkles of light.

Amadeus – 7850

Grear – 8000

Amadeus cringed. "My life points! But... how?" he asked, feeling a little angry even this early in game.

"Simple. Stonehenge allows my monsters ta deal damage to ya life points from the difference between the attack of my monster and the defense of ya own. Now I end my turn." cackled Grear.

Amadeus drew another card, gave it a glance, and set it down in his magic/trap zone, then raised a card in his hand. "I now sacrifice my Cherub of Hope to summon the Angel of Vengeance!"

The puffball Cherub was dissolved in a ray of light, and appearing in it's place was an angel clad in a full suit of platemail, a mask covering it's face, and a large, silver tower sword in it's hands. (2600/2100)

"Angel of Vengeance, attack the Dwarven Smith!"

The Angel of Vengeance flew up into the air, and brought it's mighty sword down upon the head of the Dwarven Smith, cleaving it cleanly in two.

Joseph – 5250

Grear – 7850

The Scottish girl smiled and pointed towards her single face down card, flipping it face up with a coy smile.

"The Price of Friendship! This trap card deducts ya Angel of Vengeance's attack points directly from ya life points when ya attack! Be thankful it's not a continuous trap card, Amadeus."

The boy scowled under his breath, and flipped over two cards on his field.

"Smart move Grear, but I've got the upper hand! Monster Reborn and Polymerization! I choose to revive the Angel of Temperance and fuse it together with my Angel of Vengeance!"

The Angel of Temperance reappeared on Amadeus' field, then the two monsters slowly moved closer until they touched arms, at which point the space around them became warped, followed by an eruption of light.

"I swear... if there's one more bit o' lightworks, I'm gonna go blind!" thought Grear to herself.

What was left was a larger angel, wearing only half a mask now, still wearing thick plate armor and wielding the large tower sword. There was also a blue halo above it's head, and six wings spread out from behind it. (3600/3000)

"The Angel of Judgment!" shouted Amadeus.

"Well, I don't really see the point of that, Amadeus. Ya summoned ya Angel on ya second main phase?" inquired Grear.

"You'll see, Grear. I'll set one card down and end my turn."

Grear drew and laughed inwardly to herself. "Oh, ya are in trouble now, Amadeus. First, I'm gonna play Monster Reborn to revive my Norse Chanter, and now... I'll play the magic card Runic Chant!"

The Norse Chanter rose from the bottom of the field, a soft mumbling coming from his shadowed mouth. Then, strange, blue symbols appeared in midair, and arranged themselves in a certain position.

"Gon Ful Bro Ku Zeta." Said Grear, and the runes united into one and gave off an eerie glow, then were absorbed into the body of the Norse Chanter. The magician groaned as his body was overcome with a purple aura, and he grew in size, a long twisted staff materializing in his hand, and his beard grew even longer. (2100/3000)

"This is the Rune Master, Amadeus! His special ability is one ya will get a kick out of. Ya see... he's very... persuasive... just watch."

The Rune Master raised his arms and began a small chant, drawing small blue runes in the air while he did so. The runes then arranged themselves into a circle, and moved themselves over the head of the Angel of Judgment, who's visible eye went blank, and then he moved over to Grear's side of the field.

"Now... I'm going to attack you and wipe out your life points! Go, Angel of Judgment, Rune Master, attack!" shouted Grear.

"Activate Quick Play magic card, Dawn of Triumph! This will negate all damage from one source of my choosing... the Angel of Judgment." Countered Amadeus, setting a card from his hand onto the field.

The Angel of Judgment hit a golden barrier, but the Rune Master raised his staff and shot a stream of lightning from it, which connected with the front of Amadeus' platform.

Joseph – 3150

Grear – 7950

"Oh, quick move. But ya got one turn. That's all before I finish you off! End turn."

Amadeus drew a card, gave it a small look, and sighed. Grear tilted her head to the side, peering over at the downtrodden Amadeus, who lifted his head up a bit and smiled.

"You know, Grear. It's been a fun time. We've both gotten far, but..." Amadeus' voice fell in volume, and he placed his hand on his deck, "I just couldn't get the right cards. I forfeit."

"Ya WHAT? Why I never..." Grear yelled, but was quickly cut off by another roar from the crowd at her victory, and the booming voice of the announcer as well, "It seems as though Amadeus Kelgi has placed his hand on his deck, which means he forfeits! Grear McGregor is the Champion! Let's give her a hand, folks!"

Grear was speechless. She sat there, staring at Amadeus, who gave her a thumbs-up and began collecting his cards back into his deck. She shook her head and sighed, gathering up her own cards just before the platform went back down, and she turned, meeting face to face with Maximillion Pegasus.

"Congratulations, Grear. You have shown that you truly are an accomplished duelist." Pegasus gestured to two cards on a red velvet pillow held by Croquet. "These are the cards you have won... Salvation and Armageddeon. Opposing forces, if you will... But I digress. There is a tournament coming soon... it is called "The Tournament of the Century". The top four duelists of this tournament will be given special reservations in the tournament, as well as transportation when the time comes... Grear, Amadeus, I hope to see you both again."

Pegasus picked up both cards and handed them to a very confused looking Grear, then turned around and left the area. Grear turned to her side and saw Amadeus standing there, grinning.

"Looks like there's going to be another tournament, Grear. Also.. it seems we're both in it."

The Scottish girl marched over to Amadeus, her fist nearly bending the cards she just won. "Why in the world did ya forfeit? I know ya better than that, Amadeus. I didn't want some half-rate duel."

"I didn't have any cards to help me. I didn't draw a monster... all I had was Sacrificial Light and Shining Cathedral." Murmured Amadeus, gesturing for him and Grear to leave the area.

"... And those couldn't help ya out? Well... the next time we duel, I expect you to do a lot better, Amadeus." Commented Grear, taking off her Beret and fanning herself with it.

"You can count on it, Grear."

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"So, they have the cards now?"

"Yes."

"Very good."

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End of Chapter 1.

Congratulations. You made it all the way through, or you're just trying to flame me or... something.

To be continued in: Chapter 2: It's all Beneficial

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