Whee! I know all of you have been waiting so impatiently for me to write on this story again, and I'm sorry it took so long. I completely lost the Frame of mind to where this story was headed. The little thought Train de-railed. In other words, I forgot my own Story's plot. -- But, anyway, this is the second installment of Shadows of Childhood and I really hope you all enjoy!
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Snapping back to himself, Malik frowned. Whoever that Girl was, she controlled Ra in a way he did not. He had to find out how.
"Bring her to me!" He ordered, Lavender eyes flashing dangerously.
"But, how-?" Rishid began, but was cut off by his Master's shout.
"I don't care how! Just make sure she's able to talk and go now!" With a bow, Rishid hurried from the Room, leaving Malik to think and plot on his chair.
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With a smile, Leyla heard her opponent fall. He had taken his defeat hard, falling to the Ground with a shout when she had dealt her final attack. She tilted her head back and cawed. Her smile widened into a grin when it was answered deeply. Her arm rose up at the light touch of Claws. A head of Feathers found its way under her other palm, allowing her to gently scratch the Large Bird's neck. She moved her hand towards the Bird's other Claw, taking a skillfully carved Cane from it. The smooth wood felt good under her palm, and for the moment she was content. Reality touched her in the form of fingers wrapping around her ankle.
"P-please, h-help me." It was the voice of the Man she had been dueling. Carefully sliding her hand down her leg to the Man's hand around her ankle, she attempted to calm him down.
"Hey, what's the matter?" She asked, wondering how anyone could take losing a Duel this hard. He sounded as though she had dug a stake through his chest.
"H-he'll kill me. . ." He nearly whispered. Leyla raised an eyebrow. There was definitely something wrong with this guy, but she decided to be nice.
"Who'll kill you?" A groan, then Silence. "Hey, you alright? Hey!" She tried to grip the man's shoulder, but his hand had gone limp and fallen from her ankle, giving her no way to reach out to him again. Claws pulled at the Back of her shirt, standing her up. "What is it, Wings?" She asked the Bird. He answered with a Growling Caw. Just as she was about to question his sound, a hand clutched her shoulder roughly. She felt another grab her other shoulder and start to drag her. Quickly following another growl from Wings was a Deep yell from, apparently, one of her attackers. She felt something warm drip onto her shirt, causing her to step back. The handle of her cane shifted in her hand, carrying the rest of it around to swing at her other captor. Unfortunately, she missed. The bit of power behind the swing was caught by the Man and put back when it was cracked across the back of her head. The last thing she heard before she blacked out was an oddly familiar man's voice.
"Master Marik will be pleased."
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"Hey, she's waking up."
"Good. I'll go get Master Marik. He wants to see her immediately." Leyla groaned groggily, clapping a hand to the back of her throbbing head. What were those voices? Where was she? Why was she here? She groaned again. Why did her head ache so much? The last answer she knew. She remembered her cane being cracked on her head. Wait, her cane. Despite her head, she started feeling around for it. She only managed to come across someone's ankle.
"Lookin' for your stick, kid?" Came a mean voice above her. She nodded, only to be kicked off of the Man's Ankle. "Well, too bad. You can't have it back until Master gets through with you." Master? Master whom? Her head throbbed again, causing her to grip it painfully. She suddenly noticed something else: Wings was nowhere to be heard. She gently cawed for him, ending up with aching ribs from being kicked. "What's the matter with you? Keep your stupid little mouth shut! Or I'll-"
"You won't touch her." Leyla cocked her head towards the voice. It was cruel, but it was also familiar. To the Man who had kicked her, it was frightening.
"M-master Marik! I didn't, I mean I wouldn't-" His stuttering became strangled, then stopped completely. Something slid to the ground next to her, causing her on an impulse to scramble clumsily to her feet. She heard nothing for a moment.
"Leave us, Rishid." Came the cruel, familiar voice. After the sound of shuffling, she heard silence again. Sound her only way to know about who was around her, she decided to chance talking.
"Hello?" She asked, wondering if she had been left.
"Hello to you, too." She was answered. The cruel man was still there. She frowned, trying not to show fear.
"What do you want with me?" The Voice snickered.
"What do I want? What I want is your communication with my God." The statement seemed more of a command, but it confused Leyla horribly. God? How could she be communicating with anyone's God? The only God she regularly prayed to was Ra.
"I, I'm afraid I don't understand the question." A hand ripped tightly around her throat, pinning her to the hard stonewall.
"You know what I'm talking about. I watched you duel. I saw you call your Small Ra to your Arm. How did you control Ra in such a way?" She struggled against the strong grip, only to be choked further.
"I-I still don't know what you're talking about. I only have Wings with me." This was met by silence, the hand relaxing slightly around her throat.
"Wings. . . Is that what you're calling him?" Leyla nodded, letting her own hand relax from its futile attempt to pry his strong hand from her throat. In the still silence, she was able to think about the man who had her at his mercy. She slowly moved one of her fingers over his, hoping he wouldn't notice. She wasn't surprised that his skin was rough, he definitely sounded like the rough type, but the slight smell of lavender that she was beginning to notice confused her. She wondered if perhaps a girl was in the room with them, but then again, he had seemed very keen to be left alone when he dismissed the other Man, Rishid.
She jumped at the sudden feel of skin on her left cheek. That rough skin trailed down the side of her face, causing her to shudder at the light touch. The finger was still for a moment, before the man spoke again, standing on the opposite side of her from his hand.
"What's your name, girl?" He asked.
"Leyla." She replied, trying to pull her face back as his finger wrapped around the side of her sunglasses and pulled them off. Even blinded, her eyes stung from the light that must have been in the room hitting them. She had never been comfortable with her Sunglasses off, and the man remaining silent was starting to get to her again. She attempted to squirm out of his grip, hoping him distracted, and was surprised to find that his hand slid away. She could only stand there, massaging her neck and waiting for something to be said, or for the man to leave. But, what happened was his voice coming again, farther away. He'd taken a step back, shaking his head.
"Leyla. . ." He murmured. "Najiib?" She looked up from the floor, shocked. How in the world did he, of all people, know her last name?
"How, how do you know that?" She asked, taking a step forward. But, all she got was silence. This was certainly turning into an odd encounter.
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AHA! Cliffie for you folks! –has things thrown at head- Aw, you know you love me for updating anyway. n-n Don't forget to review and tell me what you think. Do you like it? Want me to keep going? Wish I would drop dead and take my crappy writing with me? xD Review, and let me know.
