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Bakura slowly came back to wakefulness. Around his chest and back were some bandages. His tattered beige coloured shirt was folded up neatly beside him, with a new clean shirt of the same colour folded up beside it. His pants had stitch lines in them. His rescuer must fixed them up. His shirt was beyond repair but the pants only had a few holes.

Opening his coffee colored eyes, he saw his rescuer coming over to him, carrying a little jar of some sort of ointment. He closed his eyes again, pretending to be asleep as the person starting putting ointment on his feet, as they had been badly burnt by the sand. An old but lively female voice spoke.

"I know you're awake."

Bakura smiled a tiny smile, and opened his eyes again, glancing over to the woman beside him. She had deeply tanned skin, and harsh but kind greenish eyes. Her tangled silver colored hair flowed around her, but still managed to look pretty. She was wearing a simple dark brown dress, with a leather cord tied around the waist and hanging down. Sewn on the bottom of the cord were a few bird feathers. They were light brown with black stripes, and slightly rouge red colored tips.

Bakura tried to sit up, using his elbows to brace himself. The muscles in his back screamed, but he ignored it. The woman tsked at him, but didn't move to stop him. He glanced around the room, searching for the whisp of fog that had follwed him. After a brief glance around the small room, he discovered what he was searching for. The little whisp was hovering by the door, which was really just a hole in the wall shaped like a door.

The room seemed to be the only thing in the house. No other rooms. Cabinets lined the walls, some empty. Some revealed food. And others held ointments and healing herbs and countless other jars and plants for medicinal purposes.

Bakura stared at the whisp, expecting it to come in.

But it didn't.

It just floated there silently, waiting.

The woman turned her gaze to where Bakura was looking. "What are you looking at?" Bakura dragged his gaze away from the whisp to the woman.

"You mean...you can't see it?"

The woman shook her head. Bakura laughed quietly.

"I guess you think I'm crazy then."

Another shake of the head. "No. I don't. I've seen a lot of things. I'm guessing you have some sort of spirit following you, only you can see it."

Bakura paled. "That's...excactly right..."

The woman chuckled. "Don't look so frightened. It's just intuition my boy."

Bakura blinked at her.

The old lady stood up, pointing to the shirt she had folded. "Put that shirt on. Your old one was unrepairable." Bakura did as she asked, pulling the shirt over his head, wincing as he used sore, strained muscles. The lady watched him.

"Are you well enough?"

Bakura frowned at her. The woman repeated the question. "Are you well enough? You looked like you had somewhere to be when I found you. I'm guessing you can't stay long..."

The white haired boy stared past her, eyes dulling a bit.

'I can't tell her. Revenge...why me?

I mean, I am the only survivor, but I don't want revenge...'

Something faint whispered to him.

"Revenge Bakura!

Get revenge!

You don't have a choice!

Revenge!

Revenge!"

Bakura clutched his head, panting. "No. No stop!" The old woman observed him silently, eyes narrowed.

"Bakurraaaa..."

The voice faded out. The boy stood up suddenly, eyes glazed over. He turned to the woman. "Thanks for your hospitality but I need to go." The woman didn't say anything, but she walked fowards and pressed something into his hands. He looked down. It was a small leather bag. He opened it, seeing a few berries, a bit of ointment, and one of the feathers from her dress. He took the feather out, looking at the woman questioningly. She smiled. "For good luck. And to remember me by." Bakura trembled, a small hint of a smile on his face.

"Thank you."

He put the feather back, tightened the strings on the bag, and placed the bag in a handmade pocket the woman had added to his pants. He bowed to the woman, and left, the whisp of smoke finally moving and floated by his side as they continued their trek.

High Priest Aknadin stalked out of the palace, heading towards the gathered temples near the edges of the sprawling city. He was going to a specific one in fact. The Temple Of Apophis, the God Of War And Chaos. He wanted to know if his plan would succeed. Many people gave him odd stares. Why would a High Priest be wandering outside the palace? Aknadin ignored all the stares though, finally reaching The Temple Of Apophis.

Two giant black stone snakes were carved around the entrance, mouths open and snarling, while ruby gems for eyes glittered menacingly. He walked up the stairs into the temple. Inside, was a single person, facing a giant carving of a black snake, with some scales outlined in gold. It's eyes, with the reddest rubies you've ever seen, seemed to stare directly into Aknadin's soul. The temple was dark, with blood red silky fabric pinned onto the walls and ceiling. Two torches were lit at the foot of the carving, the crackling of fire loud in the still and dark air.

The person at the foot of the carving was wearing a black shirt, with red slashes across it. His pants were the colour of dusty ash. A veil covered his face. A gold staff lay beside him, with one silver and one black snake curling around the staff, the heads rearing at each other near the top of the staff. Strangely, the snakes looked very lifelike. Their dark red eyes stared at Aknadin, pupils slitted like snake eyes always are.

Aknadin took a few steps foward.

The snake's eyes on the staff followed his every movement.

A barely undetectable hiss sounded.

The person at the carving moved slightly, tapping the staff. The hissing stopped.

Then, the person spoke, without turning to look at Aknadin. "What is it that you want, oh High Priest Aknadin." It wasn't a question.

More like a statement.

Aknadin tore his eyes away from the snake staff that was seemingly glaring at him. "I have come to receive a vision of my plans. One that I hope will come true."

The person spoke again, his words carefully spoken.

"That which you seek may be harder than you think. Many futures lay before you.

Some, are of unspeakable evil.

Some, are foggy, unclear.

But if it is a vision you want, than it is a vision you shall receive. Close your eye, and wait."

Aknadin closed his eye.

(Remember, his other eye is the Millennium Eye, he can't close it...but you already knew that. Heh.)

A few minutes passed. The person was heard muttering under his breath. The snake staff hissed loudly, sounding agitated but calm at the same time. Aknadin felt a cold sensation slither through his head,and a dry hissing filled his ears.

"Aknadin...you have come here to see if what you have decided on your own will come true.

Heh.

Very bold of you to turn away from righteousness. What else are you planning old man hmmmm?"

Aknadin fidgeted.

A laugh.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Suddenly, a faint light glowed, and a boy with snow white hair was seen walking slowly over the desert, a dark whisp of air following him. The dry hiss sounded again.

"This boy's name is Bakura. But look at the whisp beside him.

That whisp, is a spirit. A spirit of untold horror. Filled with the idea of revenge and world destruction. And very angry at a specific someone who has wronged him, and the other spirits of a certain village."

Aknadin stiffened. "What do you mean?"

Laughter.

"Find out yourself.

Keh.

This spirit will eventually override this innocent boy's mind. Fill him with anger and pure cold chaos. When that happens, this boy, Bakura, will find you. Together, maybe you can pull off your schemes hmmm?"

Aknadin growled. "Tell me more!"

An angry hiss. "Do not speak that way. I have told you what you needed to know. Now. Begone!" Aknadin tried to move, but invisible binds held him in place. "No! Wait!" His vision faded.

Panting, Aknadin's vision cleared, revealing the darkened temple. The person at the carving was standing, holding the snake staff. The snakes were writhing, hissing and flicking their tongues. When Aknadin stood up, (He had been kneeling, the vision had affected his body.) the snakes returned to their original positions, falling silent. Turning, the old priest left without a word, face darkened by this new information.

Atem sat up straight, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. He had been lying in bed, struggling to fall asleep, when suddenly, a cold and evil presence had drifted across him room, the stink of chaos and war following it. A faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the room. Unnerved, Atem glanced out the window, seeing dark blood red clouds drift across a pale yellow moon.

"Something big is going to happen...and lots of people are going to...die."

End Of Chapter Three