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Evil Bakura watched with glee as the prisoner with the snake Ka fell to his death in the pit. The other prisoner with the ogre panted, worn out, battered and bruised, and still suffering from the poison. The ogre Ka grew bigger, roaring it's victory.
Evil Bakura glanced at Aknadin. The old priest walked along the ledge to the prisoner, tying his hands with the rope he had held on to.
The prisoner struggled. "Hey! I won! You can't just lock me up again!"
Aknadin ignored his outraged words, tugging the rope behind him and forcing the prisoner to stumble after him. Evil Bakura watched them go. He twitched, hearing voices.
"How long will you do this? We don't have much time. Everyone in the palace are catching onto our plan. You need to gather more strong Ka to resurrect the Dark One."
The white haired spirit twirled a strand a hair around his finger.
'It takes time. We can't rush too much. If need be, we'll carry out our plan for Aknadin.'
There was a confused hiss, then, "What about that girl you kidnapped? Will you use her?"
Evil Bakura hummed. 'Well. She does possess the legendary dragon. But that alone will hinder our plans. I have a feeling she won't cooperate with us that easily.'
An agreeing hum sounded. Evil Bakura glanced at the returning Priest. 'I'm thinking Aknadin will be necessary soon. Just to give our plans a little boost.'
The voice answered one last time before fading. "You do whatever needs to be done. But remember that we're on a time limit. What you may ask? Well, a specific someone has a very good idea of where to find us. He's going to hinder our plans quite a bit. In order to stop him..."
Evil Bakura flexed his hand. 'Don't worry. By that point we'll have gathered enough Ka to revive him partially. We can stop his foolish notions with that. It won't be at one hundred percent complete revival, but it should be enough to stop him.'
He broke his concentration with their conversation and stood up, facing Aknadin. "We need to hasten. Bring several more prisoners here. We need the strongest Ka. But leave the girl out of it. By pitting more against one another, we'll get faster results."
Aknadin turned and walked away.
Evil Bakura chuckled to himself. "Yes. This is getting more exciting. Soon. Heheh. Soon."
Mahado glanced around his room, soaking up everything for the last time. He gripped his staff, a fierce look in his eyes. 'This is it. Bakura. I'm coming for you.' Closing his eyes, he whispered a spell, the words indecipherable by normal people. Dark fog covered him, making his form drift in the air. A few moments passed, before the magician was completely invisible. He walked out of his room, down the hallway and towards the entrance of the palace.
Reaching the entrance, he made it out undetected. He walked down the stairs.
A certain Ka took off from the roof, blue wings flapping in the air, following Mahado.
Isis frowned, her eyes still closed. Seeing through Ipiria's eyes, she saw a faint whisp of fog drift from the palace and into the crowd. Mahado might be invisible to the naked eye but not from Ka. The fog drifted towards a crowd of people.
Isis tensed. "Quick Ipiria! Fly more directly above him and higher. He's trying to erase his presence in the crowds!"
Ipiria heeded her master's call. Isis could feel the Ka rising higher, eyes trained on the faint whisp of fog down below.
"Good. Stay at that height. You will be high enough to not cast a shadow upon the ground."
Isis shifted, getting comfortable. This was going to be a long next couple of months. Hopefully she would be able to keep up the constant use of magic. In the room she was in, she had heard the voice of Atem whispering, and the clink of armor near the door. It was clear Atem was also worried about Isis's constant observation. So he set up guards by the door in case anything happened.
Ipiria flew along at the same pace Mahado was going, watching the fog wherever it went. Finally, the fog passed the city's gates and ventured on to the barren and rocky desert beyond.
(The real sandy desert is a bit farther away, so the terrain is rocky were the city was built.)
Mahado narrowed his eyes as he strode along, the thoughts of everything he was leaving behind swirling in his head. He glanced at his wrist, seeing the green leather bracelet he had put on to remind him of Mana.
'I have no regrets. But, is it fair of me to leave everyone like this?'
Shaking his head, Mahado walked faster.
'No. I can't have self doubt now. This shall be the greatest spell I shall commence. It shall be done to give the Pharoah and our people a chance to fight back.
In the case that I cannot win, I shall surrender my spirit, perform the forbidden ritual and take the Pharoah's side as his loyal Ka. But it is a last result.'
Gritting his teeth, Mahado continued on, determined to stop Bakura with whatever it takes.
End Of Chapter Fourteen