The 5th chapter of Fragments of a Shattered Soul are here, people! Please R/R. I DON'T UPDATE FOR NOTHING YOU KNOW!
Chapter 5:
Darkness. It engulfed Kisara, the pale girl sinking deeper into the pits of nothingness…Suddenly, a bright light shone, causing a crack in the blackness.
Kisara gently opened her eyes, before groaning and placing a white hand over her eyes. She was lying in what seemed to be a large, silver orb. Shaking, Kisara crawled over to the side of what seemed to be this large silver bubble, and she gasped.
Seto. He was standing below her, his eyes focused on a certain person opposite him. It was Seto…yet again it was not. The once brave eyes were now over shadowed, and there was a ruthless, greedy look in them. And looming behind him was a dark shadow…the shadow of his father. He had converted his own son to his cruel, heartless ways. Seto was now part of the darkness.
Kisara gulped, fighting back tears. Raising her shaking hands, she ran her fingers though her silver mane. "S-SetoSama," she wept, as her heart was torn in two. "W-why?"
Turning her face away from the horrible scene, she caught another scene from the other side of the bubble. There was SetoSama…but he was on his knees, his face downcast. Next to him was his father, who was laughing.
Laughing.
Choking back her tears, a new emotion came to Kisara. Anger. He blue eyes took on a determined air, as she lifted her head to the heavens. She tried to plunge her hand into the side of the bubble, as if to pull Seto out from that awful image. But her hands skimmed over clear liquid, as cool as ice yet as hard as iron. It just sent little ripples across the surface.
Then a voice…familiar, but must harder and colder then ever before called out her name:
"Kisara! Lend me the power!" Closing her eyes, a small smile flickered over her lips. It was small, yet sad and dainty. That one smile carried 100 emotions.
Seto glared at the Pharaoh, all his hatred and jealousy expressed in that one expression. "Please, Seto see sense!" pleaded Atem. His servants Ka had just been destroyed by that mighty beast, the blue eyes white dragon. Seto laughed, turning his back on Atem and walking back up to Kisara's body, which lay next to the stone tablet bearing her Ka.
Atem turned his eyes to the BEWD, before he froze, astounded. The creatures head was drooping…and small, pearly tears were drifting down its face. The Sun caught the tears, making them glisten before they hit the flag stoned floor. The beast slowly demised, vanishing from sight. Seto looked bewildered…before he clutched his chest and slumped to the floor.
The Dark Priest could not understand it as he glared down on his son's body. As he bent down to touch his Seto's cheek, a small tear fell next to him. The dark Priest looked up…and came face to face with the White Dragon, the very power he had hoped to command. In a sudden whoosh of light, the Dark Priest screamed in agony…before being wiped off the face of the earth. He would never trouble Seto again.
The BEWD gently lowered itself down to Seto's level, its blue eyes shining like sapphires. Then, with a type of tenderness unknown to such a beast, it put its head close to Seto's. A voice could be heard: "You are no longer controlled by darkness, SetoSama." Then, quietly the beast vanished…leaving only a echo of its mighty, solemn power.
Seto came to, opening his eyes slowly. "Kisara!" he called her name, hoping and thinking the girl had survived, that there was a chance. But there was only her body lying stone cold on the flagstones, and the sympatric looks been given by Atem.
Seto ignored Atem completely as he knelt down by Kisara, gently touching her cheek. He lifted her into his arms, before venturing back to the stone tablet. As he closed his eyes, a vision came to him….he saw Kisara, bathed in light walking towards him. Her eyes were gentle, a kind smile on her face. "At least I can protect you with the light of my spirit…"
Seto came jolting back to earth. He felt the heavy weight of Kisara in his arms. A small tear fell from his eye, as he started to sob before he collapsed to his knees, overcome with emotion. And Kisara's face remained as silent, as peaceful, and as serene as ever before.
Bakura the King of Thief dumped his bag full of goodies onto the slabs outside a ruined temple. He was getting ready to find and defeat that Ra damned Pharaoh. However, his thoughts kept going back to a certain worried looking girl with silver hair, white skin and blue eyes.
Turning his attention to his surroundings, his eyes fell on a small figure that was covered with a cloak. As he drew nearer to it, the shape of the body was no doubt a woman. He spotted a silver lock from under the cloak; and a sudden panic shot though him. Kneeling beside the girl, he lifted the cover to find the body of a young lady he had only met that day.
Bakura paused, his mouth hanging open. He could hardly believe it…it was true, he did have his links to the dark priest…but for him to do this was beyond Bakura.
Many emotions flooded him…then an old friend took over. Anger.
"Wake up, you Ra damned girl!" he seized her shoulders, rocking her backwards and forwards so that her head lolled. Then he stopped. She was icy. Her skin was like so cold, and her face held no traces of life.
There was a bone crunching clunk as Bakura dropped her, like she was just a rag doll.
"Why did she have to leave? To go, like my bloody family?"
He sat there, like a unruly 8 year old, clenching his fists. Then strongly he jumped to his feet and retrieved his bag.
"Good riddance to bad rubbish," he hissed. He swung on his heel and stormed off.
Though, in his heart, underneath all that darkness….he knew he didn't really mean it.
BB3: And the angst continues. Please R/R! Next chappie BEWD vs ZORK. Things are about to get interesting…
Cat: No, they are about to get even more badly written!