Be Careful What You Wish For
Marik Ishtar looked out at the city of domino. It looked peaceful
enough. Of
course, he was looking though the eyes of several people though the
magic of
his millennium rod. He could see the landing docks, the aquarium where
his
next victims where. One currently engaged in a duel and the other
chanting
"go Joey" or something to that effect. They would come in handy later.
Bu
what was more important at the moment, was that he could see Haisis. He
sipped the coffee he had and put in back on the table.
'Haisis' he thought 'it won't be long till you meet your destruction.
After
11000 years of life it's about time someone taught you the peacefulness
of
death.'
Haisis was a goddess. Well, half goddess. Rendenhotep's daughter. And
more
importantly the daughter of Isis. The mistress of magic herself.
Rendenhotep
was the first king of ancient Egypt. The very first human ruler of the
New
Kingdom. Isis saw what an accomplished ruler he was and how much he had
reminded him of her lost husband, Osiris. She couldn't help but fall in
love. She bore a daughter by him. This didn't go over well with the
council
of gods and ra told Isis that her child would have to be mortal and die
one
day for Isis' imprudence. Of course this act was carried out and for 13
years Isis had searched to make her child immortal again. And had. Of
course, Haisis would never be fully immortal, because of her mortal
father,
but at 13 she managed to save her daughter from destruction, and Haisis
had
been alive ever since that day.
But none of this mattered to marik. She was still able to die. She
still had
mortality in her. And by the end of the day, she'd be dead. And chaos
would
insure. Oh what joy it would be to see the world in chaos. When Isis
was
destroyed, her magic and the magic of the world were given to her
daughter.
And after she was dead, there'd be no vessel strong enough to hold all
of
that magic. When she was gone, all of the magic would be separated over
the
world, uncontrollable.
But again marik wasn't thinking about this. The effect this would have
on
the pharaoh was all that mattered. After today, the puzzle would be
his. For
sure.
Haisis shivered. She was being watched. Year upon year of experience
of
this had taught her that much. You didn't become a guardian of the
pharaoh
without basic instincts. Which she had. And she was being watched. Case
closed. She turned around. Sure enough, there was someone. And not only
was
it someone, but someone being controlled by the Millennium Rod. She
sighed.
Fantastic. This was the last thing she needed. The M. rod had given her
and
her companions a lot of trouble in Egypt, once upon a time. But now,
she
tried to remember who held the rod. Adolph Hitler? No, that was last
century. She fingered her necklace. A star made out of a single thin
wire.
Given to her by mother. Which was saying something. She cringed.
Memories
are something she didn't like, and rarely did they come in handy. Which
was
why she carried her necklace. All of her memory and that of a long gone
friends from 3000 BC. memories were contained in it. Marik. That was
his
name. And Isis as his sister. 'hmmm. That's blastomus that is. Taking
the
name of a goddess. My mother's name nonetheless' she thought.
She started to walk and turned a glance towards the man who was
watching
her. He started walking as well. 'oh joy. Now I'm being followed.
Exactly
what I need right now.' Oh course this man by himself posed no real
thereat
to her. It was the man behind the magic that was making her uneasy.
She
might be virtually unstoppable, but she wasn't inbicialbe.
She felt a bolt of magic strike her. Sending her to the ground. Pain
worst
then she's ever felt began to course thought her. Magic she had held
for
millenniums were escaping off into the world. Wait. No they weren't.
Into
her necklace. She sighed in relief. Or as much relief as a dying person
could sigh in. the world was still going to be safe. The pain had
coursed
thoughout her entirely, and black had started to edge it's way around
her
sight. 'Oh well' she thought 'at least the world will be safe.' It's up
to
Apophis now' and darkness snapped around her. But she couldn't help but
wonder, how had Marik known what type of magic would kill her? She
gasped
and tried to warn Apophis, but it was no good. She closed her eyes for
good.
17 miles away, Bakura Ryou, and 29 miles away, Yugi Muto, both felt a
sharp
pain in their soul rooms. And Apophis heard a warning. And long story
short,
he did not like what he heard.
Marik looked through his mind-slaves eyes. SUCCESS! All that was left
of the
acclaimed goddess was a bracelet that long ago would have identified
her as
nobility, a blue watch, and a pick one. Both looked to be 12 hours
apart
from one another. And a wire necklace in the shape of a star. It had
been
quite an explosion. He sensed her trying to warn someone about him, and
then, she disappeared in an array of blue and white lights that
exploded. It
was the necklace Marik was after. 'Perfect' he thought, 'all I have to
do
know is give this to the pharaoh and then the puzzle will be mine.'
Few, done. All right, a tiny bit of symbolism used. The story of Isis
is
true; Apophis was the enemy of ra that is usually represented by the
pharaoh
(big hint there. Review and tell me who you think he is. Yes, It is a
he.
And he is a yugioh character) and I know I have an inconsistency
between
Japanese. And English names. That was done on purpose. So long and good
night people. -Pax