Here's the next chapter of this story. I'm actually not feeling bored writing this chapter. I think it's because I'm finally juicing it up to the final battle. Review please!
Seto and Pharaoh Seth waited in the dark for Mokuba for what seemed like hours. They weren't aware about how many hours it had been they had to wait, since there was no sun or watch they could see to tell them. Though, they eventually heard a sound of someone climbing up from the hole. At first, they thought it was Mokuba, then they felt a body being thrown at them with the Sword of Light in his hand. It was Mokuba!
"Mokuba, is that you?" Seto asked in worry.
"Your little brother's just fine, but he won't be for long!" A dark sinister voice said, a smirk shown through the light of the sword.
"What have you done to him?" Pharaoh Seth demanded, pulling out Mokuba's sword and pointing it at Dalor. All that was seen of the villain was his dark helmet and eyes.
"Let's just say he won't be going your way, Pharaoh," Dalor replied before slashing his sword at Pharaoh Seth, only for him to defend against the attack with the sword of light.
Seto sat Mokuba up, trying to wake him. Seen from the light of the sword, it seemed that Mokuba had been wounded on his head and body. Mokuba was out cold and would not open his eyes or wake up. The only thing on Seto's mind was moving Mokuba away from this dark place. Though, without light, Seto could never find the way and Pharaoh Seth had the only source of light.
"We have to get my brother out of here!" Seto shouted.
"In a minute!" Pharaoh Seth cried out as he kept swinging his sword at Dalor to make some sort of hit.
"We have to go now!"
"Oh, for the love of pete!" Pharaoh Seth complained while fighting Dalor. "You carry Mokuba in the opposite direction of the hole and don't stop!"
"Are you nuts?"
"Do you want Mokuba to-"
"FINE! I get it!"
Seto swung Mokuba over his shoulder and began running in the opposite direction of the hole. He did not stop no matter how pitch black the area was. He was praying to himself that he didn't trip over or run into anything. He was only running by impulse. This was the only thing he can do.
A huge amount of light shined in Seto's eyes and he began to slip and Mokuba flung out of his arms. Seto laid on the soft grass with Mokuba's body at the end of his finger tips. The light from the sun was so bright, it was blinding his eyes. They had to adjust to the sudden light before he could get himself up on his feet. This took at least ten minutes.
Now that Seto could see better in the light, he could see the damage done to Mokuba. There were cuts and bruises on Mokuba's head, face, arms, and legs. Seto took out his water bottle and dabbed a little liquid on a piece of cloth, then wiping the blood and debris off of Mokuba's head and face. At least Mokuba wasn't hurt too bad. It could have been worse, though that was the main issue Seto was having trouble with: it could have been worse.
Mokuba began waking up, feeling hurt all over himself. He was relieved that his brother was with him now, but was afraid to move a muscle. Dalor was controlling his movements now and he knew it. The question remained how long he was going to stay like this. Would he and his brother separate?
"It's okay, Mokuba. I've got ya," Seto assured as he helped his little brother sit up.
"Dalor controls where I go now. I-I don't know what do do!" Mokuba said as Seto's eyes widened. "The item I was supposed to get. He got to it first and made me drink it."
Seto stared at his brother, feeling scared, before Pharaoh Seth ran to their direction, blinded by the light. He sat on the grass panting, then said, "he's gone... for now."
"But he controls my movements now! He made me drink some stuff that puts him in control of my movements!" Mokuba cried.
"This is not good," Pharaoh Seth muttered.
"Not good? No, this is horribly bad!" Seto corrected infuriated. "My little brother is going to die and all because of you and your clone of Mokuba!"
"Stop Seto! I have to face Dalor at some point, even if it is this way. Though... I might have to heal up first," Mokuba said, rubbing his head.
"This was one of the ways Dalor succeeded in winning the Shadow Game against me and my son. You have to be strong, Mokuba," Pharaoh Seth advised.
"So what? Are we just going to leave Mokuba to face this killer alone?"
"You don't understand, do you?" Pharaoh Seth asked with two furrowed eyebrows.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Mokuba is already facing Dalor alone."
"What do you mean?" Seto asked furiously.
"You know how Capsule Monsters is played?"
"Yes!"
"Think of this landscape as a Capsule Monsters board. Who is the one controlling the pieces of the board?"
"One player on each side!"
"So, if Dalor is controlling the monsters on the enemy side, who do you think is controlling the monsters or pieces on the other team?" Pharaoh Seth asked rhetorically as Seto looked at the Pharaoh confused, then his eyes widened. He turned, then ran toward a certain direction until he hit a wall of game board. He glared at the invisible wall. This couldn't be true! What was going on? Was he only a piece of a bigger game board? "Mokuba plays the True Warrior piece. If he's taken out, the game is over and he loses. He only has two lives left on his shield."
"You're telling me... this whole entire time, I was a chess piece?" Seto asked the Pharaoh furiously.
"Moved by your little brother Mokuba. That's why we depend on him. He's already fighting Dalor alone. When we played San-Si in our time, there was a huge board on the ground and we would be separated into two teams, one of them being the true warrior. The true warrior was to guide each person on his team to where he or she needed to be. That teammate had to use his or her skill, including summoning San Monsters, to take down the other pieces of the enemy team."
"AND YOU WAIT UNTIL NOW TO TELL ME!?"
"I thought I already explained it... or my son explained."
"Oh yes, and this is supposed to make me feel alot better!"
"I'm sorry if I wasn't specific! I thought by the idea that this was based off of Capsule Monsters, it would go through your heads how this game is played!"
"PLEASE QUIET! STOP!" Mokuba shouted at the top of his lungs. The two lookalikes stared at him. "Fighting isn't going to stop Dalor! I'm scared and I don't know if you guys will ever separate from me!"
"Don't worry Mokuba, we'll stay here as long as we can," Pharaoh Seth promised with a hopeful smile. Though, it was filled with doubt.
"He's right. We will stay here as long as we can... that's the only thing we can do," Seto said, trying to stay strong.
"I don't wanna fight Dalor alone. He's strong and could kill me. He almost did," Mokuba said in a quiet tone.
"In the end, it isn't about the items you have, it's about your skills. You must use the fighting talent you have to fight Dalor," Pharaoh Seth said encouragingly.
"I will try, but that doesn't mean I'll succeed. I might lose."
"Then lose, get back up, and keep on fighting!" Seto responded with boldness as Mokuba stood up with amazement. "How do you think I'm able to live with losing to Yugi? I won't give up to be given the one chance to defeat him! I realized after my first defeat that no matter how many times I fall, I always lift myself back up stronger than before and it is no different with life."
"But if I lose, nobody will ever return to their rest!"
"That isn't completely true. Even when Hitler took over Germany, he still fell. Every dictator falls at some point, because there's always that one bit of hope to look to. I learned that with Gozoburro. If there's one bit of hope, take it and don't lose it," Seto replied. Mokuba never really got into thinking about if he lost. Was playing a game all about winning? Was there really more to it? "That is why, Mokuba, you could never beat Yugi. If you have any chance to defeat him, you have to be ready to lose."
"But you always are confident that you'll win when you face Yugi!"
"That doesn't mean I am never ready to lose. After losing too many times, I've begun to know that I will most likely lose first before I win. That is how we build ourselves in life. I was reminded that in Battle City during my duel against Yugi."
"He is right. That is why your brother continually does lose to my cousin," Pharaoh Seth explained. Seto and Mokuba stared at him in surprise.
"What do you mean?"
"When Yami was still prince, he always lost at every game he could play. He wasn't good, but he loved playing them. So much, he would sneak out of the palace gates and go to local pubs to gamble. He studied how to play many games, he played them, he lost more times than an angry man loses his temper, and he continually created new ways of winning. Eventually, he grew to learn every game by heart, how to cheat, how to gamble, how to con, everything. That was why he was named The King of Games. He studied every game known to man and eventually even used them to judge criminals that were in trial."
"Seriously?"
"It's true. He had to lose before becoming a legend."
Mokuba looked up at the Pharaoh, then at the ground before furrowing his eyebrows. He stood up on his feet, ready to take on anything that came his way. Pharaoh Seth showed a confident smirk, then the three headed toward a certain direction. They were able to pass through the invisible shield, but found themselves at a different location than where they were heading. Indeed, they were not in control of where they were supposed to go.
"At least you guys are still with me," Mokuba said with a small smile.
"Dalor probably moved you before you moved our characters," Pharaoh Seth guessed.
"I hope this can still keep up."