Chapter 10: The Sun
"Happiness—The light illuminates those who are able to direct it and blinds those who abuse it."—The Egyptian Tarot
The woman sighed as she sat, unable to really do much except think. The Tombkeepers had allowed them to leave, and she was sure they would return the stone White Beast to its resting place in Seto's tomb as it's guardian. Passepartout had been awaiting them and what news, as well as being ready to bandage up wounds, only some of which were on the Foggs and most of which happened to have gone unnoticed by the woman, though luckily none were as bad as when she had fought the thief or Akunadin.
"You should be taking better care," Passepartout had chided her.
"I've had worse."
"Oh?"
"You try fighting two demons while in a rage, see how well you come out of it. The only reason I stayed so long after my sebah died was because I was healing...and my other insisted on it."
Jules gave a small smile, then turned back to his drawings. The spirit of the woman's other has allowed him more insight in to the past, including seeing the fight against the Pharaoh with his own eyes, as well as the events that followed afterwards...the building of the Pharaoh's tomb, the rebuilding of the cities that had been harmed, as well as finding suitable candidates for the remaining Millennium Items.
--Seto had been walking, thinking back once more to the girl, to the events, when a cry of rage had alerted him to what could come. He had rushed towards it, the dagger of the Millennium Rod ready, when he found himself facing a sight.
Sakhmet stood over a dead priest, and Menw roared in rage next to her, obviously intent on tearing the man's body to shreds despite his expired nature. The King's Name List was behind her, on it spilt some blood over the part where the Pharaoh's name should be.
Before he alerted her he turned to the stone tablet he had instructed the priests to make, to help the Pharaoh if his memory was lost.
The bottom, where the Pharaoh's true name was supposed to be, had been defaced.—
Seto had explained to him that the Pharaoh couldn't enter the Land of the Dead until he learned his True Name. There were two ways, both of which were known to Sakhmet, and now she simply waited for his return to ensure that he was able to find peace.
"Well," Rebecca said, "at least that's over. Though I doubt it will be the last we hear from the League."
"They'll probably be out for revenge," Phileas said, looking to the woman, "you can stay, if you'd like."
"I said I would leave after this, and I keep my word."
Phileas frowned, then said, "Who says it's over?"
The woman looked over at him, blinking in surprise.
"I mean...I know you don't want to, or can't, reenter Egypt, but...well, you could meet us in a town nearby, to celebrate. We'll drop off Saim and he can be on his way. Plus, after all this, Saim can point out the way to the tomb and I can pass it along. As interesting as this all is, two different Egyptian experiences are enough for me this lifetime, thank you."
Rebecca gave a smile, "And anyway, it'll be fun. No bloodshed, just all of us celebrating our victories and the fact that you'll see your sebah in a few hundred years."
"Granted," Passepartout said, "we are not being around for it, but our children's children's children may be, and they can celebrate with you."
"That's a thought," Phileas said, and the woman looked at all of them, as if trying to find some excuse for arguing with them but none coming to mind through her shock.
Rebecca then clicked her fingers. "I almost forgot."
"Forgot?" the woman said, her voice soft as if she wasn't sure what would be next.
"Your name...the one I said I'd give you, at least for now. It's very nice, I think. Supposed to mean 'of the night'."
"What is it?"
Rebecca smiled. "Layla. Do you like it?"
The woman paused, then said the name, rolling it over like she was testing it before nodding, a small smile appearing. "Yes. I like it a lot."
-o-
Layla looked at the new man, a frown on her face. "Who is he?"
"A friend we picked up," Rebecca said, "Oh, don't get like that! We're here to have fun."
"Fun I'll have when I'm away from this place," Layla said, "We're too close to Egypt."
"Got in some trouble there?" the man asked, seeming to now take interest in the conversation between the two women.
"No, something a little more...complicated."
"Oh, and Saim told us to say that 'Naunet' was a good last name 1," Jules said, coming up with a smile.
Layla sighed. Of course Saim would say something like that...
"Come on," Phileas said, "we need to have our drinks."
Layla gave the ghost of a smile and walked into the place with them, sitting and toasting with them as they drank. Everyone but herself and Jules seemed to be having a good time. She wasn't because of her closeness to her home, to a place she had sworn to never enter until she had found her sebah.
Jules, though...there was something very wrong with Jules...
"Jules?" she questioned right before he nearly fell into the food they were being served. She and the stranger caught him, and she suddenly felt how warm he was.
Fun...this had better not be part of that 'fun'.
-o-
Despite the attempts by everyone else to help out, Layla had stayed away from Jules' room, preferring to pray to her namesake.
Or so she said.
At times in the night she would sneak into Jules' room, watching him thrash in some nightmare, and slowly put her hand on his forehead, wishing for some residual power of the Ankh to aide him. She didn't trust what was happening here, nor his worsening condition. These four had made their way into her heart, convincing her to stay onboard until they reached Shillingworth Magna, the Foggs home, or even until depositing young Jules back to his studies in Paris.
She slowly brushed a stray strand of sweat-soaked hair from Jules' brow.
"Get better. I do not trust you in the hands of anyone but the Foggs."
-o-
Jules turned quickly in the darkened streets he was caught in, trying to find his way out or a peaceful face. A large griffin appeared before him, walking over to nuzzle him.
--"What must I do?"
"You and I must become one for a time, and share our memories, our thoughts, and our existence. After what I have set out to do is done, then I will return to the Land of the Dead, and you will not hear from me again."
"What about that woman, Sakhmet?"
"I must tell her something, that is all. I miss her greatly, but—"—
"Itert," Jules said, petting the griffin as the spirit called Seto had. A purr came from the animal and then it turned its head to look at something in the darkness. Jules saw a door that opened to a room full of drawings, his drawings, as well as writings and books and ideas. In the middle, locked, was the odd book that Argo who wasn't Argo wanted him to open, but every time it appeared in this place, he felt a sense of dread about opening and reading the book his mind and hands longed to touch and read.
"You understand but you don't."
"Layla?"
The woman smiled at him as she appeared. "Do you really think you should open the book?"
"...I don't know."
"What do you know?"
--"It's called a Soul Room."—
"What don't you know?"
--Screams and pleas for mercy echoing through the room from behind the closed door, slowly dying down before it opened only partly, not allowing a view into the room.—
"What do you wish to know?"
Jules answered, "I want to know what's going on! Tell me!"
Layla smiled. "You know, but you fail to acknowledge it. I am only a protector against disease, not against ignorance. If you want to fix that, then ask for Thoth, not me. 2"
Then this wasn't Layla? "Sakhmet?"
"Did you not know? That which you are, that which you were, and that which you shall be are bound by the Rule of Three 3; you can never return to who you were, and you can never know who you will be, but you can be who you are only for a moment. For this moment, here, I am Sakhmet, the protector against disease. In a moment later, I could be Sakhmet the Eye of Re, or Sakhmet as Hathor, or Sakhmet as Bast, or any number of other images and personas given to me, and my namesake, over the years 4. You are now a confused man, and confusion caused by something foreign. Rid yourself of it, and find who you can be."
Jules looked to Itert, then back only to find that Sakhmet was gone, and the doorway leading to the room with his drawings and the bound Book of Knowledge was gone.
-o-
Phileas looked over at her. "I don't trust him either."
"Then why are we going along with his plans? Jules has only been getting worse. I lived in Egypt, as well as Europe during the years of the plague. What that man is giving him, or says he's giving him, should be causing him less grief, not more. I can almost feel as if he is getting worse from some outside source."
Phileas frowned at this. While he knew that she seemed to understand this disease more then the good doctor, and had also been someone to say that he had something called the 'Book of Knowledge' in him, Phileas wasn't sure what they could do about it.
"So what do you propose we do?"
Layla sighed and sat down, looking worn, more so in the past few days then earlier. "I don't know. I wish I could keep that man away from him...but..."
"He may easily be our only hope."
"Yes. And I hate it."
"As do I," Phileas offered her a small tumbler and she took it gratefully, "but what other choice do we have?"
-o-
"Are you so scared still?"
Jules whirled, Itert turning with him. Since his last encounter with Sakhmet in this odd world of dreams, he was becoming more and more uncertain as to where reality was and where his dreams ended.
"I'm not opening it."
"I don't want you to. You want to, but not quite yet. You're uncomfortable and scared, you have no clue where you are, and you're sick...at least your body is. Because of that, your mind is trying to justify it's actions by creating illusions. Due to you having the Book of Knowledge in the first place, such things can be dangerous for you. Be glad Itert is nearby."
"Why?"
"He's protecting you in some ways. I suppose he's overly fond of you due to the fact Seto was within you for a while. He'll probably enjoy his time protecting you. He hasn't protected anyone for years."
He paused a she looked around and then suddenly blinked when he saw Rebecca. Itert growled and Sakhmet walked over to put her arms around Jules. "What do you want, Rebecca?"
--The women he had watched from afar, and closer. The women he had loved—
"He seemed so lonely, in the dark, always scribbling. No one to love.
--Rebecca smiling at him, only in her corset, a wonderful view of her back—
"I could love him..."
Sakhmet smiled as she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss along Jules' neck, making him shiver, his eyes closing slowly in pleasure as one of her hands held him up by the waist and another moved along his chest.
"He has me. I doubt he needs you...Adriana."
Jules blinked, then saw the Spider Queen—
-o-
Jules' eyes focused partly on Rebecca, who gave him a concerned look. "You can hear me?"
"rebecca..."
Layla smiled at him, her face slightly ashen, as if she was getting sick as well. She had started to come down more and more, often using it as an excuse to drive the doctor away, or at least take over the watch.
"my book...where's my book?"
"You lie still," Rebecca told him firmly as Passepartout, obviously worried, went to get the notebook but found it missing.
Layla frowned. That book, missing, was bad, and it was clear that the doctor had something to do with it.
-o-
"It's time for us to awaken," she told him.
"But..." all that had happened...even Itert had been unable to completely help him, except to protect him when he knew that this might not be real, that the images of his friends were simply illusions. He had warned him when Passepartout in his dreams/reality had been fake, had helped Jules to chase off the fake Foggs and the man who threw him into this state. Then Argo had appeared, and Itert had calmed, even nudging Jules forward to the offered hand before light, and now...
Now he wasn't sure of anything, only that somehow he was better, or closer to it.
"I've to return to who I am now."
"...you're not Layla?"
"That is who I will become, a woman who can open her heart to few, but who still feels the alliance of old. I am who she was, a girl who was just as scared as you were."
--Fire, and a younger Phileas trying to fight only to get his arm nearly cut off, blood gushing as he fell forward to glare at the ones who had incapacitated him. A woman cried out a name that was unknown to Jules, then suddenly everything turned golden-hot like a forge, and a small pot of liquid gold, lined with red for only a second, appeared.—
"I am who she was, you are at the crossroads of who you were and who you will be. The fever only accelerated your change. Now you must heal, and realize what the full truth is, as well as decide on what you will do with the future you choose."
Jules realized it. "You mean, if I open the Book of Knowledge or not."
"That's right. But remember, even in your hands, it is a double-edged sword. In anyone's hands, it cuts just as easily into both good and evil, light and dark. Remember, and awaken, Jules Verne."
Jules sat up and looked around curiously, remembering his few visits to the 'real world' during his sickness. He was in a hospital controlled by the League...and the last vision had Argo helping him...Itert had purred, and followed him somewhere...
He shook his head, trying to clear it, then looked over to see Passepartout fainted on the floor, but fine.
"Took you two long enough," the voice of Layla muttered. Her features were paler then before, but now she looked more then a little revived. "Come on. The Foggs are dealing with the exit."
The three headed out just as the door exploded, knocking them to the ground. Layla wasted no time in covering both of the men, obviously intent on protecting them as well as she could as the Foggs fired.
--all of their fights, even the one where she saw Layla as Sakhmet fighting, destroying all men in her way—
Jules finally realized all the shooting had stopped to some extent, and that Layla had allowed them to stand, helping them up. Most if not all of the orderlies were down, the only one left being the doctor with a stick of dynamite.
Layla sighed, looked at the two as they tried to shoot him but couldn't and he started to light the fuse.
With a roar, Itert jumped the doctor and pinned him, growling as the weight crushed him before looking at Layla and Jules. Jules was...well, he was sick, but this wouldn't help. Layla shrugged, then as the group headed for the door they heard the doctor's last scream before the sound was abruptly cut off.
The danger, for the most part, was over...and Jules fell back into the world of dreams, finding himself in his garret, thought with everything he had to assume it was really his Soul Room.
"It's safe now," Argo's voice caused Jules to turn, and at first he was reluctant, but finally he did open it.
A small glowing item...an atom...appeared and caused his whole Room to glow brightly, the signpost for all of his stories opened now for him to see.
1—'Naunet' is another Egyptian god, or at least one of the names of an Egyptian god, this one for the primordial gods of chaos.
2— Thoth is the Egyptian god of Knowledge, the counter-part of Isis in wisdom and magic. Sakhmet mentions him here because she is a patron against disease, while he is a patron of scribes (writers).
3—Slight Wiccan/magic idea, as well as a few others for this. The idea of this is anything you do to another, good or bad, will return to you threefold (or more, depending on the religion). Also depicting the aging of Man and Woman, who are said to have three stages of life: Youth, Maturity, and Old Age. Here, I say that who you were, who you are, and who you could be are the three, mainly because of the ending for another story involving Sakhmet.
4—Sakhmet is the Eye of Re, the one who is supposed to have brought the near-destruction of the human race. She also protects against disease (as she is doing rather cryptically for Jules). In some stories, she is another form of one of two goddesses; Bast (cat-headed goddess, also associated with being the Eye of Re, also becoming peaceful later on), and Hathor (a goddess with cow horns who carried the Sun, and was a favored daughter of Re. She is much more benign then the other two), brought up only when Re is angered with someone or when the Pharaoh goes into battle.
Chapter 11: The World
"Reward—All things come together in modesty, all secrets are revealed, all chalices are filled and all wounds are healed."—The Egyptian Tarot
The last thing that she wanted was to leave them, but promises were just that, and she never broke her word. Phileas could say that the danger wasn't over, the League now out for blood over the loss of their leader. Rebecca could easily agree and then add in that there were others who needed to be disposed of, and would be dangerous. She could even be evil and bring in Jules, and how much trouble he got into, if the events got as such.
Considering things, Layla didn't let them get as such. She had not been in Europe for a while, and the chance to explore when she had spent a good few centuries on the 'New World' was enough to make her stay, if only for a while. She had lived with both of the people on the new land, and found the earlier ones, the savages who were now pushed to the plains and deserts, to be a good deal more likeable then some of the European descendants who had moved in then west.
But she was still curious, and after a few weeks at Shillingworth while the Foggs made sure Jules was recovered (while also trying their underhanded methods of making her stay), she decided to join Jules in Paris for a little while before leaving on her own adventures.
If the Foggs weren't there they couldn't stop her from leaving a few days, or hours, later.
They had been dropped off and Rebecca had been called to duty, one too dangerous for Jules to come with and too peaceful to have Layla wander into. As they left, Jules looked at her skeptically. "Are you going to run now or can I at least treat you to lunch?"
"I can wait until after lunch, thank you Jules."
It seemed so odd that Jules would be this connected to her, but she supposed it had to do with his brief possession by Seto. While it had pained her in a way to hear and almost see Seto again, even through Jules, it also gave her hope, and she had not had that for a long time.
Jules showed her to the dirtier part of Paris, where he lived with his other artistic friends as well as stayed near some brothels that often appeared in such parts of the city. She was introduced to the half-drunk Felix Nadar, who greeted and then flirted with her while she at some of the bread, cheese and wine that was served.
It was relaxing, a chance to get away. She kept her promise as well, and after they had finished with lunch, as Jules became drawn into his notebook by some vague idea, she quietly got up and bid him and Nadar goodbye, though she promised to return.
-o-
Years were never kind to immortals, but the years following her meeting with the Foggs and Jules Verne turned out to be kind enough. The Foggs made little effort to find her unless it was an emergency or to warn her of recent League activity, but it seemed that the death of Count Gregory stopped many wheels in the League from turning properly. Jules was more then ready to invite her on quests, at least one of which involved going to the center of the earth, then another involved a man with a submarine, Captain Nemo. While Layla was not comfortable with any of being under water, she understood some of the reasons Nemo did what he did, and thus ended up befriending the odd Captain as well, two people who were forever separated from their homes. 1
And all through this it seemed like they didn't change at all. They grew older, Jules seemed to grow wiser as he wrote more and more, and between that time, Layla disappeared, appearing maybe once or twice, or sending along something interesting she had found during her travels.
They were in her heart, but she didn't want it to break again by staying too close to any of them.
-o-
Jules sighed as he looked over to see the eternally-young Layla walk up. "How are things?"
"Fine. I'm surprised to see you here. I thought you were trying to stay away from Shillingworth."
A book, one he quickly recognized as the English version of his newest work Around the World in 80 Days, was held up. He smiled as she walked up before saying, "I was amazed that the rumor I heard about Fogg marrying some lovely Indian lady was true. I was even more surprised when Rebecca told me that she's Nemo's daughter."
"He's supposed to appear in a few days for the more formal wedding. He agreed to help with something called the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen for some pardons and the ability to see his daughter married." 2
Layla gave a small laugh and sat down. "I also heard that Fogg told some lord about the location of my sebah's tomb. Though, according to what else I've heard from Rebecca, that expedition might have to wait until next century." 3
Jules nodded and looked out at the lovely hills of Shillingworth Magna, remembering his times there as well as the smile on Fogg's face. For a very long time it seemed almost natural that Fogg and Rebecca would be together, but slowly both had found their own, and while they were still close, it was odd how it turned instead to be more a connection of two siblings then that of lovers.
Jules couldn't complain, though. His own wife was wonderful, and his children loved Layla whenever she came to visit, or even when she sent them presents from afar.
"Are you going to stay any longer then the wedding?"
"A few days."
"You should stay longer."
"...I don't want to. Something seems to be brewing in the air, something I don't like. I want to see what I can find. Besides, some nice American I met before meeting you just reappeared, and needs my help." She smiled as she remembered running into someone she hadn't thought of for a long time. "I'm amazed he's still around, though he and his friend are in more trouble then usual." 4
"Who is he, maybe I've heard of him. I am world-renown, you know."
Layla ruffled Jules' hair. "Don't let it get to your head. You're still the young man I met, scribbling and unsure of yourself. And either way, you wouldn't. Sam Clemens did, though. Wrote about them, as well."
"Sam Clemens? He's still around?'
Layla nodded. "Mark Twain."
Jules blinked then nodded. "I guessed as much."
"Ah," it appeared Phileas now noticed them, as he walked out with a woman that had exotic features, Passepartout close behind. "You made it."
"I wouldn't miss your wedding, Phileas," Layla said, standing up, "you must be Auoda. I'm Layla Naunet, a friend of the family."
"I have heard of you, from my father and from Phileas. I'm pleased to finally meet you," the woman said with a slight bow. Layla returned it, and smiled at Passepartout, "I'm glad to see they didn't lose you, either, Passepartout. Could you show me where the tea is, I'm slightly parched."
Passepartout nodded and the group walked in, Layla learning what she could of the daring rescues and adventures that was started on a bet.
-o-
Layla was both grateful and hateful of newspapers, seeing the news that the last of the party had died. She felt tears in her eyes as she bought it and opened to read the article.
Years passed, and she hated them for it. The Foggs had grown and lived a very long time, as had everyone, but just as all those whom she had known, they died and crossed to the other side. Last night, exhausted, she had slept only to find Jules speaking to her sebah, renewed as he had been when she first met him, though she had known he was older, his hair white and a full beard covering his handsome face.
"Jules..."
Jules smiled at her when the boat came over, Phileas sitting nearby before standing, his self the same persona as when she had met him as well. "'Bout bloody time, Verne. We were all getting worried."
"I had to take care of things," Jules argued back before looking over at Layla, who looked at them then at her sebah. He had moved far away from the ship, as if he knew the question that was going to come out from her lips.
Take him with you. Let me wander this bank alone, and take him with you as my payment.
When Phileas had died, and Erasmus had been his guide across, the question had been asked and unluckily refused. The same went for Rebecca, Auoda, Passpeartout, Nemo, Tom, Huck...
All she had known were gone.
Jules walked up and touched her shoulders before hugging her close, and she finally allowed her tears at his death to flow.
"Don't leave me alone."
"You're not. All of the Foggs, they've all been touched by your life. At least one each generation is asked to keep tabs on you, and I know you know that. In this century your sebah will reawaken. You only have a century."
"Each year is getting longer, Jules. Each year, I know I get closer, so that each year will get longer, each month, each day. How much more would anyone be able to take?"
"Remember who you are," Phileas' voice cut through, "Are you not Sakhmet, the Eye of Re? You killed most of the League on your own, helped us achieve more then we would've had you not been there. We gave you the name Layla, and before that he gave you the name Sakhmet."
Layla paused at this, and then looked at Jules, who smiled slightly. "You were once Sakhmet, the lady of death, and now you're Layla, our family. You're becoming her, and you know that. I have the idea that when this is all over, when your sebah crosses, you'll cross as well...the person who you are now. The person you are becoming will remain, and help those who might also have that void left from your sebah leaving. Can you accept that?"
Layla felt herself continuing to cry, then finally gained the courage to say, "no more then I could accept the center of the earth, or the submarine of Nemo. But I can adapt to it, and then accept it. Thank you. All of you."
The two men smiled, Jules walking over to get onto the ship while Phileas said, "We expect you to go over the river with a bright attitude! You will not cry until both of your feet and the feet of your sebah touch the other side! Understood?"
"Who are you to order me, Phileas Fogg?" she asked, half-heartedly a threat, before nodding and waving. From behind her, her sebah walked up and smiled.
"You didn't ask this time."
"He was the last one...none of those who flew on the Aurora are left."
"But there is their family, and their friends."
Layla closed the newspaper as she sighed, then looked up. Nearby, the dark-haired Nathanial Fogg gave a sheepish smile at having been caught following her.
The paper was neatly folded as she walked into the crowded street, disappearing as she always did, leaving Nathaniel to try and find her once more. He loved that game, even in his youth, and made a wonderful spy for it.
I have their family, what is left of their friends, and I have my hope. For now, that may be all I need.
Everyone, thank you for that...for that strength to continue. I will not cry in that realm until I have stepped onto the other side with my sebah.
Then I will be with them all, and then, only then, can I cry for joy.
--"You're our dear sister!" her sebah said. "I don't care what happens, I'm not going to let you be lonely."
"Same here," her other said, "and it will all be as it should. I will follow Akunadin as the High Priest, the second to the Pharaoh and his advisor. He will be the Pharaoh, the incarnate of Ra..."
"And what will I be but your sister? Or would you rather I be one of your wives?"
Both boys made disgusted faces, but she expected as much. "No," her sebah said, "you will be the protector. You'll be the one who protects us from harm."
"I already do that."
Her other smiled, "Then you'll also protect our children, and our children's children. You said yourself that your heart is a scarab, which will live forever or until it breaks. We'll make sure it never breaks, because you'll always have us, or some part of us, to protect."
She looked at them, and felt tears in her eyes. How? She hadn't cried since the day her family was murdered.
"You're crying!"
She turned her head but both boys moved it so she had to face them. Then both smiled.
"We'll make sure all your tears are tears of joy," her sebah said.
"And no one will make you cry. If they do, they'll have to answer to us, and we're the strongest."
"i..."
They were within her heart, and didn't realize they would later, through cursed events, end up breaking it.—
Layla disappeared into the bustle of a crowd, listening as more news came in and wondering about what would happen within the next century.
1—I read up too much on The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and such. What I know of Nemo, as he is put into the graphic novel and movie, is that he was a radical that was later banned from pretty much all land, so he took to the sea in the Nautilus. He was written about twice by Jules Verne, once in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea and again in Mysterious Island(I think that was the book). In the second book, Jules gave him an Indian background, which is why I made him Auoda's father.
2—The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is the ultimate crossover. During the end of the century, England is threatened and some mysterious man known as "M" puts together a group of some of the best, or worst, people he can find, usually offering them what they want to change their situation. In the book, the League consists of those who are mainly from England or English colonies (sorry Nemo), and who are supposed to find an item which creates flying machines and was stolen by the Chinese. They succeed, but end up giving the item to Moriety, the arch-nemesis of Sherlock Homes (who is believed dead at this time). Moriety wishes to create a flying machine to bomb the part where the Chinese were and defeat the lord there, in a type of gang-war. The League, intent on stopping this, board the ship and defeat Moriety. They end up staying banded together due to the fact that they could be useful later on.
In the movie, added to the League is the American Tom Sawyer and the immortal Dorian Gray, and while the villain is ultimately the same. A few character changes are also added in from the book, such as the Invisible Man not being the original from the book, but another man, and with Jekyll needing a serum to transform into Hyde (in the book, stress or sudden violence towards him will cause him to change into Hyde). As well, Dorian betrays the group, while in the second book, the Invisible Man is the one who betrays the group. As well, Mina retains some vampiric qualities in the movie, while only the bite marks left by Dracula (hidden by a scarf), are what remains of her attack. She is also divorced from her husband, while in the movie he was dead.
3—Again, in the Yugioh manga and animeverse, the Millennium Puzzle is not found until the beginning of the century. Due to the fact that Mutou Sugoroku doesn't actually obtain it until the 1960's through a tombrobbing expedition, it can only be assumed that because all the first explorers died, none of the original items were brought out of the tomb. As well, the tomb and Puzzle were guarded by two Shadow Games, both of which were deadly to those who didn't know what to do. Sugoroku got through the first one by chance, and the second one because his heart wasn't going for gold and riches, but simply to defeat a game honorably. He almost lost, but was pulled up by the spirit of the Pharaoh, and thus gained the Millennium Puzzle.
4—Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, this going back to the League note. In the novelization of the movie, Tom is after the Fantom because he and Huck had been following him, and Huck had ended up taking a bullet and dying. Tom went after the Fantom for revenge and to continue the mission, then ended up with the League. In this, I'm saying that due to his job, as well as due to Layla having been in America for a few years before the Civil War broke out, he and Huck would've run into her at one point. The two probably reminded her a good deal of others she had met, like her sebah and Mahaado (the fact that those two seem so close is played on greatly in the anime, with the Pharaoh and Mahaado, as well as Mana, seeming to have a very close relation as friends. It's also hinted at in the manga, and as well at other times, as the Dark Magician is Yugi's favorite card, and almost always seems to appear during critical Duels to help bail him out), and she probably met them afterwards and befriended them, which is hinted later, as their names appear in the grouping of those who she saw crossing over to the other side of the river.
