Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. If I did the White Magician would be real
monster, and my character Yani would have the Millennium Heart with Yame,
the spirit of an ancient Egyptian Queen. Yani would also be Yugi's
girlfriend and not Tea, but that is not happening, is it?
Note to ShadowPhoenix1: I am glad you like this story! I rather surprised myself when I wrote it. It looks nothing like my hand-written version. Anyway, thank you for those two characters you sent! I have just place for them in my story. (But they will come later) P.S.: Are saying that Shadow Phoenix's power is 2400/3000? That's cool! It reminds me of a cross between the Blue eyes and the Red eyes.
Note to DarkNecrophia666: Thank you for your review. I'm glad you like it. If you have friends on ff.net tell them about me. Spread the word!
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Dangerous and Magical
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That afternoon, when Mace had had enough of training, or when no other monsters would want to challenge him. Whichever came first. Catalina had convinced her master to take maybe an hour or two and just have some lunch and a talk with the energetic Dark Magician Girl. Mace, having nothing really better to do at this time went with his young apprentice.
After lunch, the two magicians walked casually down the crowded street, which was full of monsters and warriors bustling around carrying on with everyday activities. Catalina was skipping to keep up with Mace's long strides and at the same time twirling her small staff. They talked and laughed as they strolled down the street and through parks, taking the long way home. Well actually, Catalina was doing all the talking and laughing, and she occasionally got a 'hm' or a 'I guess' out her master but that was about it. It had been that way for a few blocks now, and Catalina was getting a little tired of it.
After a few minutes of silence between them went by, Catalina decided to hers and Necrophia's plan into action, when she looked at the Dark magician and saw he was in deep thought. She noticed a sparkle in his eyes that nobody ever saw before; not even her.
"So, Master. That was very brave what Krystal did back there, standing up to you and all, don't you think so?" Catalina started to say seeing a surprised look on Mace's face, so she continued. "Maybe now you could treat her as Master Sage wanted you to. As you partner."
"Why do you say that?" asked Mace, turning to look at her.
"I mean, she's a great fighter. Most of us at the Training Grounds can barely keep up with her. She could very well be a good challenge for you, Master." Catalina said with a slight grin.
"Maybe." Mace said under his breath.
Catalina then gave a small smirk, "Although, Krystal was pretty upset today. She may not to ever see you again. Do you think she hates you?"
"I don't know." Mace whispered, as went back into deep thought, thinking about what Catalina said.
((Mace's POV))
I wonder if Catalina's right, maybe Krystal does hate me. I mean, I've treated her more harshly than any other monster or warrior I've ever encountered. No! The White Magician is different! She should fight and act just as merciless and ruthless as myself.
But still, whenever I'm around her, even when she was angry, I should've been just as angry yelling, but I couldn't for some reason. I always feel.....strange. There is something about her that makes me....I don't know.
Krystal is just...Special.
"Mace..."
Who is that?
"Mace!"
What is this voice? Krystal?
((End of POV))
"Hey Master!"
The Dark Magician Girl shouted to get Mace's attention, and draw him away from deep thought.
"Wha...?!"
Said stunned Dark Magician, as he just suddenly shaken out of his deep thought.
"I was just asking you what you were thinking about?"
Catalina smirked at this, because she had a funny feeling that a beautiful white magician was the thing that was on top of his mind.
"That is none of your business." Said Mace glaring coldly at his apprentice.
"Ok," said Catalina in a sing-song voice and still smirking, "but I think you should tell her how you feel, I mean, you never know, she might feel the same way."
"What are you talking about girl?" asked Mace, wide-eyed and shocked to hear this.
"I am talking about Krystal, you know the White Magician!" giggled Catalina at her Master's expression, "You like her! Come on, admit it! For weeks now you can't seem to take you eyes off of her!" She said firmly, confronting her master, knowing something she said struck a nerve inside him, beneath that cold exterior.
They continued to glare at each other, until turned away hiding a slight increase of temperature in his cheeks, realizing she was right. Catalina saw this and smiled triumphantly. There was silence.
But it didn't last long....
KAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOM!
A sudden huge, mass explosion filled the land and sky with a bright neon green light and smoke. It had disrupted the peace and quiet of the streets of the Land of Shadows. The two stood there in shock at how much energy there was, and how close they were to it.
"What...was that?" asked Catalina trying to find her voice.
"I don't know, but no one is going to take this land without a fight." Assumed the Dark Magician readying himself and his staff for another attack.
"Lets first make sure no one is near by and/or hurt." Said a worried Dark Magician Girl.
"You're right!" said the Dark Magician relaxing slightly, but still itching for a battle.
As the two magicians ran down the now empty street, they couldn't help but notice a few high level warriors were directing and escorting other shadow monsters away from the area of the blast. To a safe place, in case there is another attack.
Finally, the two arrived at the place where the blast had originated, which was a narrow alley that was dangerously close to home. Due to excellent eyesight, something shining in the darkness had caught Mace's violet eyes. It was in fact a faded blue sparkle, like from a gem or something. Mace's curiosity sky-rocketed hoping it was not who he thought it was.
"Wait here." Commanded Mace to his apprentice as he took off at a run down the narrow dark, damp alley.
He ran further into the darkness at what seemed to take forever. The further Mace ran, the more he surprised himself. Instead of running thinking only about the battle he was about to face, all he could think of was hoping that a certain white magician wasn't in the middle of the battle, it being so close to home. As he ran faster, this fear made its climax. All his thoughts now only revolved around one person.
As he got closer, Mace suddenly came to a halt as the narrow alley widened into a dead end. He could tell a brutal battle had taken place here. The battle looked like it was between two people, one was greatly out-massed by the other, but still put up a good fight. The violet eyes traveled around surveying the scene before. As he searched for any sign of life, he silently gasped as his eyes fell to a corner near him. The figure of a young woman was lying face down on the cold ground. Her long white robes were tattered and torn and full dirt and mud. The figure's arm was outstretched above her head, in an attempt to reach her white/gold staff.
Mace let his own staff slid through his limp fingers, and fall to the ground. He ran over to the unconscious body, knelt down, and turned her over gently, holding her in his arms.
'No!' thought Mace as he brushed the loose strands of long messed-up blonde hair away from her face. His suspicions were confirmed. It WAS Krystal.
Quickly and gently, Mace took her hand his and felt around her vital signs for any sign she was alive. The Dark magician sighed in relief.
Just then, his eyes widened in realization at what he was doing. 'Why am I doing this? Stop it Mace. She is light creature, we are supposed to be sworn enemies, Light vs. Shadow. Is this what is supposed to happen? Am I supposed to protect her from whatever attacked her, despite our different backgrounds? No, I am her partner; we are to protect each other, and fight alongside each other.
Just then, Mace heard a sudden soft gasp come from behind him, pulling from his thoughts yet again. The Dark magician turned around to see the Dark magician girl standing at the opening of the dead end, holding hers and master's staffs tightly in her trembling hands. Mace was angry with his apprentice for not following his command, when he told he to stay right where she was, but at the same time, he was relieved she was here; he could use her help now.
"Wh-what ha- happened?" Catalina stuttered, while a wide-eyed shocked expression was on her small, child-like face. She was on the verge of tears as she too surveyed the horrible scene, and the sight of her friend's unconscious body.
Mace tried to sound and look like his usual solemn self as he stood and turned to face Catalina, but his hands and arms failed him. As they held the limp, light body of the White magician in their strong yet trembling, warm grasp.
"Catalina, take mine and Krystal's staffs, and quickly go inform Master Sage of the incident that has happened. I am taking Krystal to the nearest infirmary. Have him meet there." Mace said this with the slightest hope his master would be able to answer the questions to which he sought.
Catalina nodded, then grabbed Krystal's staff, and swiftly hopping onto her own staff and flew off toward the temple of the Dark Sage. Catalina secretly gave a smile of relief, she knew her friend, Krystal, was going to be all right, safe, and in good hands.
As soon as Catalina disappeared around a corner of a tall building and out of sight leaving the Dark Magician and the fallen White Magician alone in the dark alley. Now defenseless and with Krystal in his strong embrace, Mace followed the narrow passageway out of the dark alley and into the deserted street. Then with lightening speed, he took off down the sidewalk toward the infirmary. His grasp became ever so tighter on Krystal's limp body, pulling her closer.
Even her unconscious state, Krystal could feel a warm loving embrace of energy surge through her cold, pale body warming every inch and fill all the sad moments of her pasts, and the thoughts of her awaited future.
((Later at the Infirmary))
It seemed like he was there for hours, the Dark magician waited in the long dimly lit hallway of the infirmary. He was leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed, and eyes closed ignoring anyone who passed by. Across from him was a door with window next to it, and every once in a while he would look through the window into the small room. There on the bed, sleeping peacefully, was Krystal. As he watched her lying there helpless, he remembered how he never even want her around, then he thought how she must have felt when she came here, to an enemy land and away from her home.
As he peered through the window staring at Krystal's face, Mace saw her lying there still in her unconscious state, yet her breathing had stabilized. Her white robes were still torn and full of dirt and mud, no longer clean and pure white. Her long light blonde hair had been brushed out a little, but it still was out of its usual braid, and flowed down her back and fanned out over the side of the bed.
As she slept, Mace could see the Mystical Elf standing over her, healing the wounds up and down her arms. Ellie was known as the best healer in the Shadow Realm, and she was urgently summoned from hiding, since she is also a light creature, to heal Krystal. Ellie couldn't pass this chance up to heal one of her best friends, the White Magician.
Mace looked on in the room keeping his eyes locked with Krystal's sleeping face. Suddenly, he felt something fall from his eyes, and down his cheek. It was wet. With quick reflexes, he grabbed it. He looked at it in the palm of his hand. It was a small tear droplet. Mace then realized something he thought he could never show..... He loved Krystal, the White Magician.
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Wow! You know sometimes even myself when I write these stories. It's 9:23 at night, and I am going to a family reunion tomorrow for the weekend, with no Internet mind you, no updates until I get back, maybe.
Remember, review and to other people who just joined us, if you send me your favorite monster (real, made-up, or both) I might give them a brief/long moment of spotlight.
~ White Spirit Angel ~
Note to ShadowPhoenix1: I am glad you like this story! I rather surprised myself when I wrote it. It looks nothing like my hand-written version. Anyway, thank you for those two characters you sent! I have just place for them in my story. (But they will come later) P.S.: Are saying that Shadow Phoenix's power is 2400/3000? That's cool! It reminds me of a cross between the Blue eyes and the Red eyes.
Note to DarkNecrophia666: Thank you for your review. I'm glad you like it. If you have friends on ff.net tell them about me. Spread the word!
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Dangerous and Magical
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Chapter 5: Realizations _____________________________________
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That afternoon, when Mace had had enough of training, or when no other monsters would want to challenge him. Whichever came first. Catalina had convinced her master to take maybe an hour or two and just have some lunch and a talk with the energetic Dark Magician Girl. Mace, having nothing really better to do at this time went with his young apprentice.
After lunch, the two magicians walked casually down the crowded street, which was full of monsters and warriors bustling around carrying on with everyday activities. Catalina was skipping to keep up with Mace's long strides and at the same time twirling her small staff. They talked and laughed as they strolled down the street and through parks, taking the long way home. Well actually, Catalina was doing all the talking and laughing, and she occasionally got a 'hm' or a 'I guess' out her master but that was about it. It had been that way for a few blocks now, and Catalina was getting a little tired of it.
After a few minutes of silence between them went by, Catalina decided to hers and Necrophia's plan into action, when she looked at the Dark magician and saw he was in deep thought. She noticed a sparkle in his eyes that nobody ever saw before; not even her.
"So, Master. That was very brave what Krystal did back there, standing up to you and all, don't you think so?" Catalina started to say seeing a surprised look on Mace's face, so she continued. "Maybe now you could treat her as Master Sage wanted you to. As you partner."
"Why do you say that?" asked Mace, turning to look at her.
"I mean, she's a great fighter. Most of us at the Training Grounds can barely keep up with her. She could very well be a good challenge for you, Master." Catalina said with a slight grin.
"Maybe." Mace said under his breath.
Catalina then gave a small smirk, "Although, Krystal was pretty upset today. She may not to ever see you again. Do you think she hates you?"
"I don't know." Mace whispered, as went back into deep thought, thinking about what Catalina said.
((Mace's POV))
I wonder if Catalina's right, maybe Krystal does hate me. I mean, I've treated her more harshly than any other monster or warrior I've ever encountered. No! The White Magician is different! She should fight and act just as merciless and ruthless as myself.
But still, whenever I'm around her, even when she was angry, I should've been just as angry yelling, but I couldn't for some reason. I always feel.....strange. There is something about her that makes me....I don't know.
Krystal is just...Special.
"Mace..."
Who is that?
"Mace!"
What is this voice? Krystal?
((End of POV))
"Hey Master!"
The Dark Magician Girl shouted to get Mace's attention, and draw him away from deep thought.
"Wha...?!"
Said stunned Dark Magician, as he just suddenly shaken out of his deep thought.
"I was just asking you what you were thinking about?"
Catalina smirked at this, because she had a funny feeling that a beautiful white magician was the thing that was on top of his mind.
"That is none of your business." Said Mace glaring coldly at his apprentice.
"Ok," said Catalina in a sing-song voice and still smirking, "but I think you should tell her how you feel, I mean, you never know, she might feel the same way."
"What are you talking about girl?" asked Mace, wide-eyed and shocked to hear this.
"I am talking about Krystal, you know the White Magician!" giggled Catalina at her Master's expression, "You like her! Come on, admit it! For weeks now you can't seem to take you eyes off of her!" She said firmly, confronting her master, knowing something she said struck a nerve inside him, beneath that cold exterior.
They continued to glare at each other, until turned away hiding a slight increase of temperature in his cheeks, realizing she was right. Catalina saw this and smiled triumphantly. There was silence.
But it didn't last long....
KAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOM!
A sudden huge, mass explosion filled the land and sky with a bright neon green light and smoke. It had disrupted the peace and quiet of the streets of the Land of Shadows. The two stood there in shock at how much energy there was, and how close they were to it.
"What...was that?" asked Catalina trying to find her voice.
"I don't know, but no one is going to take this land without a fight." Assumed the Dark Magician readying himself and his staff for another attack.
"Lets first make sure no one is near by and/or hurt." Said a worried Dark Magician Girl.
"You're right!" said the Dark Magician relaxing slightly, but still itching for a battle.
As the two magicians ran down the now empty street, they couldn't help but notice a few high level warriors were directing and escorting other shadow monsters away from the area of the blast. To a safe place, in case there is another attack.
Finally, the two arrived at the place where the blast had originated, which was a narrow alley that was dangerously close to home. Due to excellent eyesight, something shining in the darkness had caught Mace's violet eyes. It was in fact a faded blue sparkle, like from a gem or something. Mace's curiosity sky-rocketed hoping it was not who he thought it was.
"Wait here." Commanded Mace to his apprentice as he took off at a run down the narrow dark, damp alley.
He ran further into the darkness at what seemed to take forever. The further Mace ran, the more he surprised himself. Instead of running thinking only about the battle he was about to face, all he could think of was hoping that a certain white magician wasn't in the middle of the battle, it being so close to home. As he ran faster, this fear made its climax. All his thoughts now only revolved around one person.
As he got closer, Mace suddenly came to a halt as the narrow alley widened into a dead end. He could tell a brutal battle had taken place here. The battle looked like it was between two people, one was greatly out-massed by the other, but still put up a good fight. The violet eyes traveled around surveying the scene before. As he searched for any sign of life, he silently gasped as his eyes fell to a corner near him. The figure of a young woman was lying face down on the cold ground. Her long white robes were tattered and torn and full dirt and mud. The figure's arm was outstretched above her head, in an attempt to reach her white/gold staff.
Mace let his own staff slid through his limp fingers, and fall to the ground. He ran over to the unconscious body, knelt down, and turned her over gently, holding her in his arms.
'No!' thought Mace as he brushed the loose strands of long messed-up blonde hair away from her face. His suspicions were confirmed. It WAS Krystal.
Quickly and gently, Mace took her hand his and felt around her vital signs for any sign she was alive. The Dark magician sighed in relief.
Just then, his eyes widened in realization at what he was doing. 'Why am I doing this? Stop it Mace. She is light creature, we are supposed to be sworn enemies, Light vs. Shadow. Is this what is supposed to happen? Am I supposed to protect her from whatever attacked her, despite our different backgrounds? No, I am her partner; we are to protect each other, and fight alongside each other.
Just then, Mace heard a sudden soft gasp come from behind him, pulling from his thoughts yet again. The Dark magician turned around to see the Dark magician girl standing at the opening of the dead end, holding hers and master's staffs tightly in her trembling hands. Mace was angry with his apprentice for not following his command, when he told he to stay right where she was, but at the same time, he was relieved she was here; he could use her help now.
"Wh-what ha- happened?" Catalina stuttered, while a wide-eyed shocked expression was on her small, child-like face. She was on the verge of tears as she too surveyed the horrible scene, and the sight of her friend's unconscious body.
Mace tried to sound and look like his usual solemn self as he stood and turned to face Catalina, but his hands and arms failed him. As they held the limp, light body of the White magician in their strong yet trembling, warm grasp.
"Catalina, take mine and Krystal's staffs, and quickly go inform Master Sage of the incident that has happened. I am taking Krystal to the nearest infirmary. Have him meet there." Mace said this with the slightest hope his master would be able to answer the questions to which he sought.
Catalina nodded, then grabbed Krystal's staff, and swiftly hopping onto her own staff and flew off toward the temple of the Dark Sage. Catalina secretly gave a smile of relief, she knew her friend, Krystal, was going to be all right, safe, and in good hands.
As soon as Catalina disappeared around a corner of a tall building and out of sight leaving the Dark Magician and the fallen White Magician alone in the dark alley. Now defenseless and with Krystal in his strong embrace, Mace followed the narrow passageway out of the dark alley and into the deserted street. Then with lightening speed, he took off down the sidewalk toward the infirmary. His grasp became ever so tighter on Krystal's limp body, pulling her closer.
Even her unconscious state, Krystal could feel a warm loving embrace of energy surge through her cold, pale body warming every inch and fill all the sad moments of her pasts, and the thoughts of her awaited future.
((Later at the Infirmary))
It seemed like he was there for hours, the Dark magician waited in the long dimly lit hallway of the infirmary. He was leaning up against a wall with his arms crossed, and eyes closed ignoring anyone who passed by. Across from him was a door with window next to it, and every once in a while he would look through the window into the small room. There on the bed, sleeping peacefully, was Krystal. As he watched her lying there helpless, he remembered how he never even want her around, then he thought how she must have felt when she came here, to an enemy land and away from her home.
As he peered through the window staring at Krystal's face, Mace saw her lying there still in her unconscious state, yet her breathing had stabilized. Her white robes were still torn and full of dirt and mud, no longer clean and pure white. Her long light blonde hair had been brushed out a little, but it still was out of its usual braid, and flowed down her back and fanned out over the side of the bed.
As she slept, Mace could see the Mystical Elf standing over her, healing the wounds up and down her arms. Ellie was known as the best healer in the Shadow Realm, and she was urgently summoned from hiding, since she is also a light creature, to heal Krystal. Ellie couldn't pass this chance up to heal one of her best friends, the White Magician.
Mace looked on in the room keeping his eyes locked with Krystal's sleeping face. Suddenly, he felt something fall from his eyes, and down his cheek. It was wet. With quick reflexes, he grabbed it. He looked at it in the palm of his hand. It was a small tear droplet. Mace then realized something he thought he could never show..... He loved Krystal, the White Magician.
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Wow! You know sometimes even myself when I write these stories. It's 9:23 at night, and I am going to a family reunion tomorrow for the weekend, with no Internet mind you, no updates until I get back, maybe.
Remember, review and to other people who just joined us, if you send me your favorite monster (real, made-up, or both) I might give them a brief/long moment of spotlight.
~ White Spirit Angel ~