Dream and Loss
Disclaimer: Don't own Yugioh! I just own the Gauntlet, Brian, and Stafon.
Kilnorc: Sorry for the long wait folks, I've had the WORST case of writer's block. So hope this makes up for it.
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That night, Stafon found himself in a large field, filled with boulders and trees. "What the...hello?" he called out. Only the silence answered him. Still looking around, he sat down. The sky was riddled with thousands of stars and themoon. Though it was full and bright, it didn't cast any light on the field.
"Stafon."
Stafon turned his head to the direction of the voice. "Hello? Who's there?" Again, silence until a bright light had shone. "Stafon, listen to me and listen well, the new pharaoh will come soon and you have a duty to protect him," a deep and mighty voice said over head. Looking up, Stafon saw the God protecting the pharaohs through out history.
"What am I to do? How can I protect a pharaoh?" he asked the being. "When the time comes, you will know what to do, young one. For know, hone your skills to their peak, because when the time is right...you will be tested like never before!" it said before disappearing.
Stafon jerked awake afterward. He sat up and looked around his dark room. The moonlight poured through his window, giving some light.
He sighed and put his hands over his face, "Note to self, no cheese before bed," he muttered. He lied back down and stared out at night sky through his window. He could see the moon and the stars surrounding it. Taking deep breaths, he turned over and closed his eyes.
Deep sleep was about to overtake him when he heard the animals that his family owned start to make all kinds of noise. Groaning, Stafon crawled out of bed and was about to exit the room when Eve woke up, "Where are you going, big brother?" she asked sleepily. "Stupid animals are messing around, I'll take care of it. Go back to sleep, Eve," he whispered back to her.
Stafon strapped a large knife he recieved from his father a month earlier and checked the blade. There was always the chance of cobras or scorpions, and Stafon didn't want to go unprepared. He pushed open the wooden door and made his way around to the side of his home, to the stable where the animals were kept.
The young Egyptian entered the stable and went to his family's horse, which was thrashing around like crazy. "Easy boy. What's the matter?" Stafon asked the colt soothingly as he petted him. He put his head against the horse's and hummed a song that always worked for him. Soon after, the horse was calmed down and Stafon left him to check on the other animals.
After he calmed them down, he checked their food and water, "What is with you guys?" he asked them. He turned back and headed to the stable door to regain some sleep. The colt he tended to earlier began thrashing around again just as he opened the door. Stafon turned around, "What's wrong?" he asked. He turned back and the last thing he saw was a gleaming blade slashing at him from the darkness.
-Later-
When he came around, all Stafon could see was a blur. He blinked a few times to see that he wasn't at his home. He was in another person's home. He tried to move, but he yelled as pain shot through his entire body.
He heard someone come running, "Oh thank Ra! Stafon, you're awake!" a woman's voice asked. Stafon saw the woman come into few, "Micah? Is that you?" he asked weakly. The old woman from the market place sat down next to him and held a cup of water, "Here, drink this,". The boy took the cup and began to drink. As the cool water poured down his dry throat, Stafon was grateful.
He set the cup down and, despite the pain, he sat up straight and finally got a good luck at himself. Most of his body was wrapped in bandages and some of them were bloodsoaked. He also saw burn marks and felt his face. Bandages covered half his face as well.
The injured young man looked at the old woman, "Micah, what happened to me?" he asked slowly. Micah lowered her head and the boy began to get a bad feeling in his gut. "Micah...what happened?" he asked again. "It's been three days, Stafon. Three nights ago, your home was attacked by bandits, andwas burned down. My son, Mikhail, ran inside to help. He found you underneath a pile of burning wood, a large gash across your face. He saved you and the horse, but...," Micah trailed off.
Stafon's eyes began to water, "No...," he whispered, shaking his head. The old woman broke down in tears, "Your family didn't make it Stafon. The house erupted into an inferno while Mikhail went back inside. He was too late," she sobbed. "Was...was anything recovered?" Stafon asked as he choked back tears. Micah nodded and walked to the other end of the room. She came back with a bundle in her hands.
The orphan took it and unwrapped it. Inside were the knife his father gave him, and his sister's necklace. He unsheathed the knife and gazed at the blade, his reflection staring back at him. The happy boy that he was before was gone. Now he was an orphan. His hand shook with rage, causing the blade to tremble.
"Stafon...?" Micah asked. Stafon screamed in both pain and rage, then hurled the knife as hard as he could at the wall. The knife became stuck fast, creating a large crack in the wall. Micah stared in shock at the knife as Stafon, in spite of his wounds and pain, fled the house and ran into the village.
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Kilnorc: It's rather sad, isn't it? Again, sorry for the long wait. Hope ya like, R and R peoples!