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Kisara woke up, her head throbbing. Sitting up, she glanced around the prison. There wasn't much to see. Staring out the bars, she blinked as a prisoner in another cell was staring straight at her.

He was a medium sized man, with a scruffy beard. His hair was short and tangled. His clothes were ripped and torn. Clearly, he had been imprisoned for awhile. His eyes were a dark brown, and deep bags were under his eyes.

Kisara nodded at him politely.

The man frowned, before scooting closer to the bars of his prison. He spoke, his voice hoarse and raspy.

"Hey. Girl. Why are you here? You don't look like the type to have a strong Ka. Wonder why that jerk Bakura decided to pick you out.

I mean...you do look strange, but that can't be all he saw from you. What's your secret girl?"

Kisara fidgeted with the hem of her dress, uncomfortable with the curious gaze from the man.

"Well...I uh..." Her voice was quiet.

The man cupped a hand around his ear. "What'd you say? Speak up girlie."

Kisara looked down at the cold stone floor, avoiding the man's eyes.

"Well...um. I-I can't tell you."

The man tilted his head.

"Huh? Why not?"

Kisara fell silent, still fidgeting.

A pained scream echoed throughout the hall, coming from the pit. A maniacal laughter soon followed. Kisara shut her eyes, covering her ears with her hands.

The man tsked. "And another one falls into the hands of Anubis. Rest In Peace fella. At least you don't have to live your life imprisoned by someone like Bakura anymore."

Tears came out of Kisara's eyes, falling onto the stone floor, sparkling for a few seconds before fading into a wet spot on the floor.

Seto had long since collapsed in the one of the hallways, pain filling his entire being.

"Kisara...stay strong." He mumbled.

Every time someone walked down the hallway, they tried to help him, but he drove them away, scowling at them. Footsteps sounded near him, and Seto was just about to shout an insult to make them go away when he saw the long blue cape dragging on the ground and two royal golden bands around richly tanned skin.

"What do you what my Pharoah."

He muttered in annoyance.

A sigh.

"What do you think you're doing? You're going to kill yourself if you don't rest."

Seto didn't look up from his position on the floor.

"I don't care."

Another sigh.

"Is this girl Kisara really important to you?"

Seto twitched. "Yes. I have to find her."

Atem knelt by Seto's side. "What is it that you see in her?"

Seto's face darkened.

"Well...I saved her from a kidnapping when I was a lot younger. When I went back to my village, I saw it had been burnt down and raided.

My mother had been killed. She probably suffocated from the fire before that plank of wood finished the job. I'm guessing Kisara must've stayed near the village. Because that dragon that she has the honour of calling her own Ka was unleashing it's fury upon the raiders.

I know that Kisara was that dragon's owner because it had the same aura as her. Just more fierce. Now, when I think about it, Kisara had the kind nature my mother did.

After loosing mother...I decided to look after Kisara if I ever met her again. I don't want her to die. She is the hope that keeps me together.

To think that she's suffering somewhere makes my skin crawl. So that's why I need to find her."

Atem had stayed silent the entire time, soaking up the Priest's words. "I see. Well, perhaps Mahado will find her. He's setting off on some personal mission. I know he's seen Kisara at least once.

Perhaps he'll bring her back if he survives..."

Seto lifted his head, squinting at the Pharaoh. "What do you mean if he survives?"

Atem shook his head.

"I'll tell you some other time.

Now that I have listened to you, will you do the same for me when I say go back to your room and rest.

If you don't want to be in the healing chamber then at least go back to your room."

Seto chuckled. "Always trying to be the voice of reason are you? Fine." Refusing Atem's offered hand he got up by himself, shuffling off.

Atem smiled. 'And you're always trying to be infuriatingly stubborn. But that's fine. You wouldn't be you if you weren't.'

End Of Chapter Thirteen