Dreams of Innocence
Chapter XIV: Card Mystery
"I-I've never seen that card before!" gasped Anzu.
Yuugi came around the counter and stared at the card in wonder. The card was strange indeed. The image was of a woman, her long black hair hung lose over shoulders. A crown of what seemed to be a set of steps was on her forehead, silver discs dangling from her ears. The woman's slender arms were in the form of an 'x' over her chest, looking at Yuugi with eyes filled with power and magic. A silver-white dress covered her body, going up to the middle of her chest. There, two very thick strips of the same material acted as strap holding the dress up. Around her neck was a massive choker, not unlike Malik's. There were matching wristbands and armbands, as well the familiar Egyptian eye makeup. Under the eyes, on the cheeks, was a strange symbol that seemed to have been painted on. The background was a strange color of red with a pair of glowing eyes behind her, matching her intensity.
Reading down, he saw the level of the card and his jaw nearly dropped. It was the same as the god Cards he had seen and used in Battle City. But when what nearly made his heart stop were the points and the effects. The card itself was a pale red and the inscription almost sacred him:
Attack: X000Defense: X000
Effect 1: The numbers of magic and trap cards both on the field and in the hands of the duelers are multiplied by one thousand to bring the attack and defense of this monster.
Effect 2: When sharing the field with Osiris, no Effects from Monster, Magic or Trap will affect either of them.
"Oh dear lord...w-here in t-the world did get this card?" Yuugi barely managed to gasp.
"That is something you'll never know, Game King," sneered Sy. Ina flash, the card was back in his pocket and he was heading back for the door. Before anyone could say anything more, however, he was gone. The three were left there, blinking in surprise.
"Gotta go Mom! I'm going to be late for work!" The ebony-haired girl raced down the steps, grabbing her jacket and purse. In the kitchen doorway, an older woman stood there, holding an envelope in her hands.
"Wait Rowan!" the mother spoke, stopping the girl.
Rowan turned her emerald eyes to her mother, impatience dancing in them. "Mom, I really need to go!"
"Take this," spoke her mother, handing her the envelope. "You're father sent this to you." Grabbing it impatiently, Rowan quickly waved to her mother and was out the door.
Racing to her car, Rowan jumped in and started it, tossing her bag and the envelope onto the driver's seat. She cursed herself for getting up late. {Damnit! If Mr. Kiaba fires me, I'm screwed! That's the last time I stay up to watch the Crow again!}
"Big brother?"
Seto looked up from the blueprints on his desk to see Mokuba standing in the doorway. For the first time that day, Seto grinned. "Hey there munchkin." Mokuba opened the door and came inside.
"Are we still going to the movies tonight?" questioned his younger brother, his eyes looking hopeful. Seto chuckled, ruffling Mokuba's hair.
"Of course we are. I just need to finish these plans for the new duel disc systems for the tournament." Mokuba blinked.
"New tournament?"
"I'll explain later Mokuba. Right now, I need to finish both this and figuring out why the hell I agreed to it," mumbled Seto, shaking his head. Then, he noticed something. "Where's that caretaker of yours? She should be here right now."
"First off, I really don't need a babysitter!" argued Mokuba. Seto gave him a look that silenced that upcoming argument. Mokuba grumbled in protest, but didn't continue. "And second, her name is Rowan."
"Ah, Hiroshi's daughter. That's right...if she wasn't his kid, I would have fired at once," mumbled Seto, leaning back in his chair and frowning.
"Oh Ra..." murmured Isis, sitting there on her bed. Her hands were on either side of her head, massaging her temples to ease the headaches. Her eyes were closed tight, worry and confusion etched on her face. "What the hell was that? The Forbidden Seven? Equation of Armageddon? What is going on?"
Slowly, opening her eyes, she thought about this. Then, all of sudden, she felt as though her heart had stopped. "That's what it is!" she practically shouted in surprise. Scrambling off her bed, she ran down the steps and to the door.
Malik stuck his head out of the kitchen, an apple in his mouth and looking at his sister in confusion. "Wha ong is?" he managed to say with the food in his mouth.
"No time now! Later Malik! Make sure Mariku doesn't go on any killing rampages!" And with that, the door slammed shut behind her. Malik stood there, in disbelief. Then, shrugging, he took a bite of the apple and went to the living room to watch some TV.