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SIDE NOTE: Dragaria: *gasps* No way!!! You're updating THIS one?????
Sariah: Yup. I think this is my longest one yet, isn't it...
Dragaria: Yeah, it is... this is your 14th chapter, is it not?
Sariah: Yeah. ^_^ My reviewers will be happy to hear that it's being updated. And we all know what that means...
Dragaria: HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! I'M BACK, RAIN OF LOVE!!!! YAMI- KUN IS MIIIIIIIIIINNNNNE!!!!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!
Sariah: Oi... not this again. Well... read on, people!
"Master Machete... what exactly are we going to do?"
Marik turned a slight glare at his head guard. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean...," the guard gulped. "How will we take over the prince's rule?"
"Simple. We declare war upon them. A rebellion, if you will."
"But wouldn't that draw too much attention to ourselves? The prince's army is much more powerful than ours, my lord."
"I said we'll declare war on them; I did not say that we would tell them that," Marik grinned devilishly.
The guard looked confused. "I'm not sure what you mean, Master Machete."
"We'll send a messenger to them, informing them that a country in a different direction from ourselves is declaring war upon the prince's army. Do you follow me so far?"
The guard nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Good. Then, while the prince is concentrating on preparing his army for some other country, we will attack from the other side and completely take over," Marik concluded with a swish of his cloak.
"Brilliant, sir! Even without your memory you are a true genius!"
Marik smirked. "I'm glad we agree. Now, go send a messenger to the kingdom. We'll say Iran is attacking or something."
The guard saluted. "Yes, sir!"
Now, when Mokuba had woken up, he'd heard some strange voices. Neither had been very familiar. Now he walked around, still confused as ever.
All of a sudden, he fell over. "Hey, watch it!" Mokuba looked up at the sound of the voice. A man glared down at him. "Oh... you're a messenger, aren't you?"
"Huh? Uh..."
"Oh no! Don't tell me you've lost your memory, too!" The man growled. "This is inexcusable!"
'I guess I should just go along with whatever he's saying...' Mokuba thought. "Um, no, I haven't lost my memory..."
"Good," the man interrupted. He shoved a scroll into Mokuba's hand. "Take this to Russia. Central Russia. Prince Jonan should be quite interested to see this."
"Oh, uh, okay...," Mokuba slowly stood and started to walk away.
"Where are you going? You can't leave without an escort!"
"Oh...," Mokuba smiled nervously. "Yeah... almost forgot... heh. Well, okay... I'll go get that escort... heheheh..." The guard kept giving Mokuba funny looks as he walked off in what he hoped was the right direction. 'I think I'll just go along with it... whatever it is. Besides, if I go to Russia, I might find my brother somewhere along the way. Maybe he'll know what's going on...'
A mysterious woman woke up in the southern village of Russia, confused and unsure of her surroundings. Something was breathing down her neck. Then she felt something wet and hot touch her skin. Her eyes shot open and she came face- to- face with the Harpies' Pet.
"Uuuugh!" Mai backed away in a panic, wiping dragon saliva off her face. The dragon backed away a little too, surprised at its owner's reaction. Its head bent down, floppy ears drooping with what seemed like shame or fright. Mai just sat, breathing hard. How in the world had she come next to this dragon? She must have been dreaming.
Then she looked around. She seemed to be in some kind of forest- y area. But it was close to a village.
Mai felt the dragon nudging at her, its face still full of confusion and fear. She felt sorry for scaring the dragon earlier and stroked its neck. "I'm sorry. You were just trying to see if I was okay, weren't you?" The dragon's expression lit up again and it began licking her face. She giggled. "Okay, okay; stop it, that tickles..."
The dragon stopped licking her and knelt down again, but this time not in fear. To her, the dragon looked more like a faithful dog lying at its master's feet. She stroked its head. "I wonder how I got here...," the dragon nudged her again, nodding out to the village and then indicating towards itself. Mai smiled. "Oh, so I was down in the village? And you brought me here? Forgive me, dragon, but that's not quite what I meant." The dragon cocked its head in confusion. "I don't think you'd understand... it's okay."
Mai sighed. How had she gotten to this place? Unless she was dreaming... but then she looked down at the faithful dragon, still petting its warm, scaly head and thought about it. The flesh of the dragon felt too real... it couldn't have been a dream.
"Well, I'll find out eventually, won't I?"
SIDE NOTE: Yay!!!! I updated!!! ^_^ Well, I think the key to my writing is not to have ideas beforehand, but to start writing and let the ideas come to me. ^_^ I feel so happy that I updated this one! Everybody seems to like it so much... well, two notes: 1) For info on updates and new stories and such, look at my bio. 2) Please review! ^_^
SIDE NOTE: Dragaria: *gasps* No way!!! You're updating THIS one?????
Sariah: Yup. I think this is my longest one yet, isn't it...
Dragaria: Yeah, it is... this is your 14th chapter, is it not?
Sariah: Yeah. ^_^ My reviewers will be happy to hear that it's being updated. And we all know what that means...
Dragaria: HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!! I'M BACK, RAIN OF LOVE!!!! YAMI- KUN IS MIIIIIIIIIINNNNNE!!!!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!
Sariah: Oi... not this again. Well... read on, people!
"Master Machete... what exactly are we going to do?"
Marik turned a slight glare at his head guard. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean...," the guard gulped. "How will we take over the prince's rule?"
"Simple. We declare war upon them. A rebellion, if you will."
"But wouldn't that draw too much attention to ourselves? The prince's army is much more powerful than ours, my lord."
"I said we'll declare war on them; I did not say that we would tell them that," Marik grinned devilishly.
The guard looked confused. "I'm not sure what you mean, Master Machete."
"We'll send a messenger to them, informing them that a country in a different direction from ourselves is declaring war upon the prince's army. Do you follow me so far?"
The guard nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Good. Then, while the prince is concentrating on preparing his army for some other country, we will attack from the other side and completely take over," Marik concluded with a swish of his cloak.
"Brilliant, sir! Even without your memory you are a true genius!"
Marik smirked. "I'm glad we agree. Now, go send a messenger to the kingdom. We'll say Iran is attacking or something."
The guard saluted. "Yes, sir!"
Now, when Mokuba had woken up, he'd heard some strange voices. Neither had been very familiar. Now he walked around, still confused as ever.
All of a sudden, he fell over. "Hey, watch it!" Mokuba looked up at the sound of the voice. A man glared down at him. "Oh... you're a messenger, aren't you?"
"Huh? Uh..."
"Oh no! Don't tell me you've lost your memory, too!" The man growled. "This is inexcusable!"
'I guess I should just go along with whatever he's saying...' Mokuba thought. "Um, no, I haven't lost my memory..."
"Good," the man interrupted. He shoved a scroll into Mokuba's hand. "Take this to Russia. Central Russia. Prince Jonan should be quite interested to see this."
"Oh, uh, okay...," Mokuba slowly stood and started to walk away.
"Where are you going? You can't leave without an escort!"
"Oh...," Mokuba smiled nervously. "Yeah... almost forgot... heh. Well, okay... I'll go get that escort... heheheh..." The guard kept giving Mokuba funny looks as he walked off in what he hoped was the right direction. 'I think I'll just go along with it... whatever it is. Besides, if I go to Russia, I might find my brother somewhere along the way. Maybe he'll know what's going on...'
A mysterious woman woke up in the southern village of Russia, confused and unsure of her surroundings. Something was breathing down her neck. Then she felt something wet and hot touch her skin. Her eyes shot open and she came face- to- face with the Harpies' Pet.
"Uuuugh!" Mai backed away in a panic, wiping dragon saliva off her face. The dragon backed away a little too, surprised at its owner's reaction. Its head bent down, floppy ears drooping with what seemed like shame or fright. Mai just sat, breathing hard. How in the world had she come next to this dragon? She must have been dreaming.
Then she looked around. She seemed to be in some kind of forest- y area. But it was close to a village.
Mai felt the dragon nudging at her, its face still full of confusion and fear. She felt sorry for scaring the dragon earlier and stroked its neck. "I'm sorry. You were just trying to see if I was okay, weren't you?" The dragon's expression lit up again and it began licking her face. She giggled. "Okay, okay; stop it, that tickles..."
The dragon stopped licking her and knelt down again, but this time not in fear. To her, the dragon looked more like a faithful dog lying at its master's feet. She stroked its head. "I wonder how I got here...," the dragon nudged her again, nodding out to the village and then indicating towards itself. Mai smiled. "Oh, so I was down in the village? And you brought me here? Forgive me, dragon, but that's not quite what I meant." The dragon cocked its head in confusion. "I don't think you'd understand... it's okay."
Mai sighed. How had she gotten to this place? Unless she was dreaming... but then she looked down at the faithful dragon, still petting its warm, scaly head and thought about it. The flesh of the dragon felt too real... it couldn't have been a dream.
"Well, I'll find out eventually, won't I?"
SIDE NOTE: Yay!!!! I updated!!! ^_^ Well, I think the key to my writing is not to have ideas beforehand, but to start writing and let the ideas come to me. ^_^ I feel so happy that I updated this one! Everybody seems to like it so much... well, two notes: 1) For info on updates and new stories and such, look at my bio. 2) Please review! ^_^
