For your viewing pleasure - and because I was bored - here is a new chapter for you few folks reading this fic!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh
Claimer: I own Terra, the plot, and all the other stuff I have invented.
So it would be easier to see, Terra did something that made the little disk into a disk about the size of a big-screen TV. The sound was also increased, and so Terra and Pegasus got to take in every last detail of the clash of God-Monster Cards.
And that was where Croquet found them: sitting on the floor, watching the big-screen disk, and eating popcorn that Terra had gotten from somewhere.
"Uh…sir?" Croquet asked, completely confused.
"Oh, there you are Croquet," Pegasus said, "Care for some popcorn? Its got caramel…"
"…No thank you, sir," Croquet replied.He was about to say more, but all other sounds were temporarily drowned out by the combination of a roar of thunder - coming from the big-screen disk - and Terra's squeal of excitement.
"HOORAY FOR SNEAKY TURTLES!" she whooped, "In your face, Obbs!"
"No, that magnet's on the Saint's face," Pegasus pointed out.
"What-ever," Terra shrugged, "Now shush! If my buddy the Saint Dragon crushes Obelisk, I win the bet!"
"Not if Obelisk defeats the dragon first," the silver-haired billionaire shot back, his subordinate completely forgotten already.
Croquet cleared his throat.
"Oh, what do you want now, Croquet?"
None can say how many things ran through Croquets mind at this point. (Not even Pegasus, as he wasn't paying attention at this particular moment.) But the only thing that came out was a question.
"May I bet on both monsters destroying each other, sir?"
"If you want," Pegasus shrugged.
And thus, when the God of Obelisk and the Saint Dragon of Osiris blasted each other to smithereens fifteen minutes later, Croquet became 100 richer. But for the three of them, there was a slightly more interesting detail to take in first.
The blinding light and power of the two God Monsters crashing into each other radiated out from the viewing disk and engulfed Pegasus, Croquet, and Terra in its light. And when it finally cleared enough for them to see, they weren't in Littlerock Manor anymore.
No, instead they were whizzing down a Technicolor tunnel that twisted in a most nauseating way.
"WHEEEEE!" Terra cried, from somewhere off to Pegasus' right - much to no one's surprise.
Very shortly, the tunnel vanished, leaving them floating high in the air. And wherever they were, it was bright, sunny, warm, and actually most pleasant in terms of weather. Down below, the ground was dominated by a wide, shining river. On either bank, green foliage stretched halfway to the horizon, where blistering tracks of sand began.
"Oh…we're in Egypt!" Pegasus exclaimed.
"Well duh, where else would you be?" Terra shrugged.
"Um…sir…?"
Looking behind him, Pegasus blinked to find his right-hand man floating. Croquet looked visibly upset, which for him meant he was having a heart attack at this very unusual turn of events.
"That's what you get for standing too close to the TV," Terra laughed, "And since we're here, you might as well check this out, Peggy-kun and Muffin-Man."
'Muffin-Man? Now that's a new one,' Pegasus thought to himself as Terra drifted downwards.
Even though neither male present could figure out how to move like she did, they were dragged along behind her by some sort of invisible force soon enough, and therefore didn't have to worry. They floated down to where a few huts made up a village.
"…What time period is this?" Pegasus asked Terra when he and Croquet caught up to her by one of the huts.
"Oh, this is early in the story of Egypt, Peggy-kun," Terra smirked, "So early, later people think its just a stupid legend…You know who the first couple of Pharaohs were, Peggy-kun?"
"…The Gods Ra, Osiris, and Horus, I believe," Pegasus replied.
"Yeah, well, gods make such great organizers that Horus' grandson didn't bother to take up the throne. Everyone worships the gods, everyone works to better themselves and their neighbors, and there's no need for war and almost no call for weapons, except for protection against the crocodiles and hippos. So right now, there's no Pharaoh, and there hasn't been one for the last one hundred years."
"Amazing," Croquet breathed.
Terra waved the remark off with a wave of her hand.
"You get used to it," she said, "But like I said, this is early history. You guys ought to know that a Pharaoh had to show up later at some point…so welcome to Some Point, Peggy-kun and Muffin-Man!""Be gone with you!" interrupted a man's voice.
Down below, the owner of the voice - a tall and well-muscled man of twenty-something years was shoving a younger fellow out the hut's doorway.
"This is my house now," the man added, "Get out, worthless thing! You are as dead to me as your weak and helpless father!"
The younger man - he appeared only eighteen at the most - didn't stick around to protest. He headed down the road leading out of the village at a quick walk. Except for a long piece of cloth draped over his head to serve as his hat, the teenager had no possessions on him, save the tunic and sandals he was wearing. The cloth also served to cover the boy's very unusual hair.
For some reason, this seemed weirdly familiar to Pegasus.
