Yu-Gi-Oh: Endless Nights [Inspired by Cyber_Ice; assisted by many.]

[Guest Star]

Yu-Gi-Oh: Endless Night

Episode One: Frozen Soul

 

Brr. I crossed my arms and placed them to my chest in an attempt to warm myself up. It's times like these that I hate forgetting to bring a jacket. But hey, I didn't expect it to be this cold. When you're sixteen years old-like yours truly-you tend to be very stubborn. I'm a great example of that. I rarely ever listen to the advice that people give me-and more often than not-it comes back to bite me in the a*s. The name's Kiryu. I've lived here-in Sweden-all my life. As a matter of fact, I've never even left the country. A lot of my friends have been to places like America, Japan, Italy-you know, the basics-, and they always tell me how awesome it was. I don't really care, though. Sure, I hope to explore the world someday; it's one of my dreams, as a matter of fact. But right now my main focus is school.

 

Speaking of school, I'm not such a fan. The reason school is my main focus is because I want to major in Norse mythology. I need to get through school and enroll in a College, so I can begin to focus on what I believe is a career that will prove beneficial to me. Not only will I make a lot of money from it, I'll learn even more than I already know. For those of you that don't know what it is, Norse mythology is the compromised history-records, you could say-of the Pre-Christian Religion Scandinavian People. It deals with myths, legends, et.c. Norse mythology involves nine worlds. Many of them have confusing or complicated names, so I won't bother you with the details.

 

I'm about six feet tall, give or take an inch. My hair is black-with a few streaks of blue-and it is usually flipped up in the front. It may look silly to some people, but I like the way I look, and that's what's important, right? One thing you should know about me is that I sometimes get overly-concerned with the way I dress. Everything has to look right, especially if I'm going out somewhere. I tend to wear blue or black jeans along with some kind of band t-shirt. Not exactly a unique outfit, but hey, like I said earlier, I like the way I look. In addition to school and studying, I like to play the Duel Monsters Card Game. It's a really popular sport-yes, I said sport-throughout the world now. I'm not hugely into it, but I do play often, and I consider myself quite good.

 

I've been playing Duel Monsters for about five years, so I've had plenty of time to collect cards. I play a Caster Deck, which is a Deck that consists of Spellcaster-Type "Caster" monsters, and Spell Cards to support them. Meh, sometimes I win, sometimes I lose; it doesn't really matter. Actually, that's not completely true. It never mattered, until that day. When that day came, it started to matter.

 

I remember it like it was yesterday. That's because it was yesterday. Last night..nine p.m. I was walking home from my friend Ari's house. She and I had been working on a project for our Literature Class. After that night, though, school would no longer be important to me. I was about two blocks from my house; I had just passed the Sharpe Bakery, owned by a friend of my father's. Occasionally, while walking in the city, you'd stumble upon an alleyway in between some buildings. Usually I don't stop at them-I just keep walking-, but this time..this time was different. I heard a voice from inside the alleyway, which was at least seven feet in. Some of these buildings were huge, so there were large amounts of space in between them.

 

The alleyway was dark, so I couldn't see anything, but I was certain I had heard something. Carefully, I stepped forward. That's when a saw it. A literal explosion of light. It seemed like it was going to consume the entire area. That being said, I put my arms to my face and braced for impact. Nothing. The light evaporated. It just disappeared. I walked to the end of the alleyway and saw nothing, but then I noticed that it broke to the left.

 

There were three people standing there-two kids and one adult. Let's just say, the adult didn't look friendly. He was sporting all black, and there was a mask covering his face. There's a name around here for those type of people-muggers. Ruthless criminals that attack people on the street by means of knives, guns, or brute strength, and take whatever money or valuables they have. Ready for a twist? I hope so. This mugger was playing a game of Duel Monsters with one of the kids, as was apparent by the bright, white Duel Disks strapped to his arm and the arm of his opponent. This was a first. I wasn't really sure how to react. Should I jump in and see if the kids were okay? They looked like wealthy kids; they were both dressed in school uniforms-blue with some unrecognizable symbol on the back that I assumed was the logo for their school-and sporting Rolex watches. Yeah, these kids were well off. That led me to my next realization. This guy was out to mug these two kids.

 

Why, though, were they playing a game of Duel Monsters? This was new. I wanted to step forward and see what was going on, but I was afraid that doing that could jepoardize the lives of the two kids. My assumption-after a minute of thinking-was that the mugger had challenged the kid to a game of Duel Monsters and that if the kid won, they could go free. I figured that interference wasn't the best choice. So I stood back and watched.

 

The mugger-whose name I don't know so I'll call him Ron- had seventeen hundred Life Points, whereas the boy he was dueling had twenty-nine hundred Life Points. It took a minute, but I realized that the boy had a human-like creature-dressed in a blue suit and body armour, and weilding a weapon that looked like half-staff half-sword-, known as Cybernetic Magician (2400/1000) on his field. That was all. Ron had a creature that one could only assume was a cowboy, dressed in a ranching outfit and wielding a double-barreled shotgun.

 

"..And since I let go of my Gunslinger - Calaroy (1000/1600), my Gunslinger Arro (1600/1000) can attack you directly!" Ron shouted. This was a bit weird; a Duelist playing with "Gunslinger" monsters, but with a very deep voice. His Deck-Type certainly didn't match the rest of him. Back to the battle. The cowboy leaped in the air and fired the shotgun, causing two bullets to zip through the air and strike the boy in the chest. The boy fell to his knees as his Life Point Meter went from reading "2900" to reading "1300".

 

"Get up Jason!", the boy who wasn't dueling yelled. Okay, so I'm getting more of a name understanding here. We've got Ron-the mugger-, Jason-the wealthy kid whose wealthy friend was dueling-, and one other kid whose name was still a mystery to me. So we'll call him Jaxon. After all, he and Jason look a lot alike, and Jaxon is spelled in a manner similar to Jason, so why not? Jaxon got to his feet and swiped his hand across his mouth, wiping off what looked like dirt, but might have been blood. It became apparent at that moment that both boys-Jason and Jaxon-were terrified. They may not have been showing it, but I have a way of reading people. And their nervousness was off the charts. I can't say I blame them, though. I've never been in a situation like this, so I don't know what to expect. Although I did have a pretty good idea.

 

"I'm done with this! Say hello to my Onslaught Blocker (700/2000)!" Jason spoke with confidence in his voice as a warrior-decked out in black-appeared on the field. In one hand he held a sword, and in the other, a shield.

 

"Your monster is pitiful." Ron spoke quieltly, but with a sense of control and intimidation in his voice. This guy was scaring me, and fast. There was a very good possibility that the guy was armed. And by very good, I mean it was definite.

 

"Takes one to know one," Jason said, trying to..I don't know what. Make the guy angry, maybe? Sure, that's a smart move. A+ idea, pal. "Now I play the Spell Card Battle Fusion! With this, my Onslaught Blocker gains ATK equal to your Gunslinger's ATK, meaning it's far stronger than your Gunslinger now."

 

The warrior is surrounded by a green glow and a meter next to it goes from reading "ATK - 700" to reading "ATK-2300".

 

"Next comes the attack!" The warrior leapt into the air and flung its sword at the Gunslinger. What happened next was one of the most horrific things I've ever witnessed. The mugger pulled out a pistol, not sure what size, and fired it straight at the heart of Jason. The boy fell to the ground immediately, dead. Jaxon's eyes were filled with panic as the mugger gave us an "encore" firing again. Jaxon fell to the ground and landed on top of Jason.

 

Immediately, I began to run. Just run, anywhere, really. I didn't care. I reached the end of the alleyway. That was as far as I got. My exit was blocked by five men, looking identical to Ron, our mugger friend, that we had just met moments ago. Well this sucks.

 

Next Episode: The Soul of a Warrior

 

Notes:

 

-This is my first time writing a Fan-Fiction in first-person, so bear with me. Hopefully I'll be able to pick up on things soon enough.

-Many thanks to Crab Helmet, Umbra, Rinne, Wyhe, Kale, and Cyber_Ice for assisting me with plot ideas and other information that I'm sure will be helpful to me when writing this.

-I'm not yet experienced with the " - " thing yet. I've just started writing with them; I'll be sure to learn about how to use them properly before I write the next episode.

[StevenBray]

I can see a specific usage error; the "- -"s. My suggestion is until you learn what they are used for, it would be better to use them less. However it is a innovative idea to go from the 1st Person View. Some grammar errors but other than that, great work.

 

Overall: 8/10

Innovation: 10/10

[Guest Star]

I can see a specific usage error; the "- -"s. My suggestion is until you learn what they are used for' date=' it would be better to use them less. However it is a innovative idea to go from the 1st Person View. Some grammar errors but other than that, great work.

 

Overall: 8/10

Innovation: 10/10

[/quote']

 

Thanks, I appreciate it.

 

Yeah, I'm kind of new with those "-" things, so I guess it's going to take some getting used to. I'll try to use them less - like you said - until I get better with them.

[Saiba Aisu]

Not bad, Edge. The first person narrative is a refreshing concept that isn't seen too often even in actual books, so it's nice to see it here in a fanfic.

 

Like Steven said, you did tend to use dashes a lot, which can be confusing for the reader. Personally, I like that style of writing, and you'll find a fair few amount of dashes in most of my own projects. Just be sure to place a space before and after each dash - that makes it easier on the eyes of the reader, and helps break the thought.

 

If you're really into dashes, you can even try the longer ones, which I have so dubbed for lack of an actual word. These dashes will look familiar if you've read Harry Potter - J.K. tends to use them quite a bit.

 

To make a longer dash that requires no spaces, go to Word and enter two dashes. (he said--and). Afterward, continue typing naturally. It should result in a longer dash (he said—and).

 

Anyways, before I get too far into writing styles, I'm going to have to say that the action felt a little premature here. I mean, this would be about the equivalent of Chapter One, page three, and someone (two people, actually) already died?

 

Sorry, Edge, but no one except Dan Brown can pull that little stunt off. xD

 

It's looking promising, although I'd try to be a bit more descriptive (while you gave us a general idea of what the monsters look like, you might want to try giving them reactions, such as smirks, frowns, cries, etc.). This is especially important if you're linking us to written cards.

 

Finally...

 

How did I influence this? Is it my five-minute brainstorm'd list?

[§hadow §triker]

I'm impressed. That is a very nice story.

Cant wait to see the rest

[Aelsthla-Mental]

Pretty cool. Poor kid, is this whole story going to be "It got worse" for that kid?

 

Well, I'm hooked. I need to know what happens to that kid! Before Ron Weasly kills him!

 

Er... Just Ron, I mean

[Guest Star]

Not bad' date=' Edge. The first person narrative is a refreshing concept that isn't seen too often even in actual books, so it's nice to see it here in a fanfic.

 

Like Steven said, you did tend to use dashes a lot, which can be confusing for the reader. Personally, I like that style of writing, and you'll find a fair few amount of dashes in most of my own projects. Just be sure to place a space before and after each dash - that makes it easier on the eyes of the reader, and helps break the thought.

 

If you're really into dashes, you can even try the longer ones, which I have so dubbed for lack of an actual word. These dashes will look familiar if you've read Harry Potter - J.K. tends to use them quite a bit.

 

To make a longer dash that requires no spaces, go to Word and enter two dashes. (he said--and). Afterward, continue typing naturally. It should result in a longer dash (he said—and).

 

Anyways, before I get too far into writing styles, I'm going to have to say that the action felt a little premature here. I mean, this would be about the equivalent of Chapter One, page three, and someone (two people, actually) already died?

 

Sorry, Edge, but no one except Dan Brown can pull that little stunt off. xD

 

It's looking promising, although I'd try to be a bit more descriptive (while you gave us a general idea of what the monsters look like, you might want to try giving them reactions, such as smirks, frowns, cries, etc.). This is especially important if you're linking us to written cards.

 

Finally...

 

How did I influence this? Is it my five-minute brainstorm'd list?

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Like I said, I wasn't too great with the dashes.

 

Your Fan-Fic - that I glanced at about a week ago - inspired me.

 

I'm impressed. That is a very nice story.

Cant wait to see the rest

 

Thanks! I appreciate it!

 

Pretty cool. Poor kid' date=' is this whole story going to be "It got worse" for that kid?

 

Well, I'm hooked. I need to know what happens to that kid! Before Ron Weasly kills him!

 

Er... Just Ron, I mean

[/quote']

 

Not so much, lol. It'll have a lot to do with Norse mythology.

[CrabHelmet]

What's wrong with having deaths early in the story? Lots of works have that, with possibly the most extreme example being Red Dwarf. It's called an Action Prologue - or, if pretty much all the other characters die (as would have happened in Code Geass if Suzaku and C.C. didn't both turn out to be Not Quite Dead), it's called Everybody's Dead Dave. (Star actually toned it down from what I suggested.) At any rate, it's far from uncommon - in fact, just about everything that begins in medias res will include some variant.

 

Yeah, don't use dashes like that. They can be used either as a fancier substitute for parentheses - like this - or as a slightly less fancy substitute for a semicolon or colon.

 

Also, remember the guy in the coma that I suggested for your other fanfic? Throw an over-the-top version of him in here. >_>

[Saiba Aisu]

I don't think he did a very good job of introducing the deaths, though.

 

We see the two kids struggling against their pursuers - one of them actively resisting through Dueling, and other cheering him on. I mean, if Edge is going to add that feeling of pseudo-Modernism and mix it with terrorism, you don't Duel kids before you shoot them. You just shoot them and save time. xP

 

Next chapter will probably involve him dueling against the mysterious assailants, I think...

[Guest Star]

Yu-Gi-Oh: Endless Nights

Episode 2: The Soul of a Warrior

 

This wasn't good. I wasn't sure what it was - although I had a few ideas -, but I knew it wasn't. I was scared out of my mind. But hey, you'd be scared out of your mind if you were cornered in an alleyway by five men - I assumed - dressed in all black and wearing masks. Especially when you saw a man that looked identical to these men kill two teenagers just seconds ago. You'll be fine. They don't have weapons. You're worrying for nothing. My attempts to comfort myself were useless - and pitiful - because it was blantantly obvious that these men were armed.

 

Now to figure out what they wanted with me. It had to be more than my money or my cell phone or something of the sort, because it didn't take five men to mug somebody. H*ll, one of those guys could easily snap me in half. They were about 6' 5", from what I could tell. That's right--five men - looking identical and standing over six feet tall - were staring me down. Talk about a nice campfire story. I glanced at my watch--it was around ten thirty p.m. There wasn't anything I could do to get myself out of this situation. I mean, I couldn't yell because if they were armed, they wouldn't hesitate to kill me. I know what these types of people are like. Their pal - I assumed - Ron just shot and killed two teenagers; what was a third going to matter?

 

Still, I couldn't escape the feeling that there was something more to this than I was seeing. Why would five men need to mug one teenager? Hey, you know when you say something like "If someone tried to shoot me, I'd kick them and punch them" or something ot that effect? And you know how people tell you that you won't be able to think properly when you're in a situation like that, but you don't believe them? I'd suggest you start believing. I couldn't think of a plan for the life of me, and I'm a pretty intelligent person. Do I say something to them? "Hey guys! I'm Kiryu! It's so nice to meet you; whattya say we call it a day and go get some Coffee?". I laughed - to myself- for a moment at the stupidity of that idea.

 

I continued to think of an idea for a good three minutes. As I did, the five men just stood there and stared at me. They didn't speak, they didn't move, they just...stood there. Suddenly, just when it seemed like things couldn't get any worse, our good pal Ron showed up. He walked slowly out of the alleyway with a large grin on his face. He was shuffling some cards in his hands. It didn't take me long to realize that he had taken Jaxon's -and Jason's, if he had any - cards out of his Duel Disk. I wasn't surprised. Ron - on the other hand - looked a tad surprised to see me. One of the five men -we'll call him James for the pure simplicity of making this story easier to tell - stepped forward. He spoke, and he did so with a deep, very intimidating voice. Deeper than Ron's.

 

"Sir," James said (woah, since when do muggers speak to each other in respectful manners?) ", this child has been spying on you. We found him trying to escape the alleyway after you shot, and I assume killed, those two boys. He doesn't look like a spy to me, but they rarely ever do."

 

Now it was Ron's turn to speak. So these whackos thought I was a spy? I can't even sneak into the house without making noise. H*ll, if I do make it out of this alive, I'm in for one h*ll of a lecture from my parents. "Don't be an idiot. He's clearly not a spy." James shot him a puzzled look and Ron pointed toward the bookbag on my back. My Duel Disk. But what about it?

 

"Oh," James replied. Something about my Duel Disk had proven I wasn't a spy. At least I think so. Like I said earlier, it's hard to think in this situation. "I hadn't noticed it earlier. My apologies."

 

Ron must have noticed the look of confusion on my face. "I don't know you, kid." He went on. "However, I know you're not a spy. Spies in these parts carry Black Duel Disks. Pure black, with red card slots. Yours is a regular white one."

 

"Y..yeah. I'm not really big on the game." I spoke nervously, unable to draw up confidence, and not really wanting to. After all, look where it got Jaxon and Jason.

 

"How disappointing. I happen to be an expert at the game. As a matter of fact, it's my profession." He stared at me, as if he was awaiting a response. I knew I should give him one, but I couldn't think of anything to say. "No comments? That's fine. I bet you're wondering what just happened back there."

 

Wondering what happened? You started to lose a duel and killed two innocent teenagers. I know exactly what happened. Thinking it was one thing. Saying it was another. I decided not to speak my mind in that situation. "Well..kinda. I didn't really see much."

 

"Lies," he said. "I know you witnessed a good amount of the Duel. I knew you were there the whole time; figured I'd let you watch." Ron took his mask off. I was completely surprised here. Ron wasn't a he--Ron was a she. The girl had long blonde hair and dark green eyes. She stood there, her hair flowing in the wind. What to say..what to say?

 

"You're a..?" I stopped. My mind was still trying to assess the situation.

 

"A girl, yes." She spoke. And as she did I realized that her voice wasn't deep at all. Okay, so she's a girl. That still doesn't explain all of this. What was with the other five people? Were they men, women, something else? "My name is Christia. And you must be Kiryu."

 

PLOT TWIST! Okay, so this was weird. She knew my name? Any doubt I had that they weren't here to mug me was gone. They were here for another reason, and quite honestly, I wasn't too fond of where this was going. Girl or not, she was still armed. I still had to watch what I said. Although I had the feeling that she wouldn't kill me because she needed me for something. I just couldn't escape that feeling. "Yeah, I am. How do you know my name?"

 

"There are many things I know that you will come to learn over time. For you and I will get to know each other a lot better quite soon." She extended her hand and flash of light - golden, for that matter - engulfed the area. I thought I was going blind, but seconds later my vision was restored. Or was it? I was in this room - by myself -, and I had no idea how I had gotten here. Large stone pillars surrounded me. The floor - made of white marble - was lined with a shimmering red carpet that led to a small "staircase"--if you can even call it that. That staircase led to a throne, carved completely out of marble. Large stone statues stood on either side of the throne. They seemed to be symbolizing servants. Where was I - some kind of palace?

 

I heard a knock on the door and Christia walked in. Boy had she changed her outfit. She was wearing a red dress, partially covered by a silver suit of armor. She smiled, and instantly something told me that she was definitely not going to kill me.

 

"Welcome to Valhalla." she smiled as she spoke "I'm sure you'll like it here. After all, you're into Norse mythology, aren't you?"

 

Next Episode: Showdown in the Hall! Introducing King Odin!

 

Notes

 

-Hopefully I did better with the "-" than I did last time. I toned down the use a bit.

-When something is in Italics, it means Kiryu is thinking to himself. Just letting you guys know that so you avoid the confusion.

[StevenBray]

You still haven't completely gotten the hang of the dashes; now you have gotten better, and it is good you're using less now - since overuse can be as bad if not worse than misuse - but still not perfect.

 

Plus (tip): you don't need to use a comma after using dashes ever.

 

Now onto the work, good writing - its starting to get interesting. Just one thing, you'll need to explain how Kiryu cannot tell the difference between a male and female from their voice, as well as how they're all over 6 feet?*. I realise they are probably mystic beings, but even then they shouldn't be over 6 feet as women**.

 

Just an opinion, none the less cool episode and this is shaping up to be a great Fan Fic.

 

Overall: 8/10

 

*Suggestion (for future) - its alright to say they're all over 6 foot, but don't say they're all 6'5"... that's far too specific and incredibly unlikely.

**I realise my comment maybe sexist; I didn't mean it to sound that way, but couldn't think of another way to write it.

[Guest Star]

You still haven't completely gotten the hang of the dashes; now you have gotten better' date=' and it is good you're using less now - since overuse can be as bad if not worse than misuse - but still not perfect.

 

Plus (tip): you don't need to use a comma after using dashes [b']ever[/b].

 

Okay, thanks. I wasn't sure.

 

Now onto the work, good writing - its starting to get interesting. Just one thing, you'll need to explain how Kiryu cannot tell the difference between a male and female from their voice, as well as how they're all over 6 feet?*. I realise they are probably mystic beings, but even then they shouldn't be over 6 feet as women**.

 

The voice change had to do with the mask. The mask was meant to be a disguise, which will be revealed soon enough.

 

Just an opinion, none the less cool episode and this is shaping up to be a great Fan Fic.

 

Overall: 8/10

 

Thanks--that means a lot.

 

*Suggestion (for future) - its alright to say they're all over 6 foot, but don't say they're all 6'5"... that's far too specific and incredibly unlikely.

**I realise my comment maybe sexist; I didn't mean it to sound that way, but couldn't think of another way to write it.

 

I hadn't thought about the height aspect, but I'll figure out a way to make it make sense.

[Aelsthla-Mental]

As a first note, it seems somewhat unlikely he could tell that figures in black were unarmed. Perhaps I'm just paranoid, but I figured I'd see the answer.

 

Aaaand. Whoa, that WAS a plot twist, Valhalla! Does that mean they are good guys or something? They just killed someone. Well, Valhalla is the hall of fallen warriors, so technically they aren't GOOD guys I guess.

 

Well... I suppose it shall be found out. Good luck!

[Guest Star]

As a first note' date=' it seems somewhat unlikely he could tell that figures in black were unarmed. Perhaps I'm just paranoid, but I figured I'd see the answer.

 

[b']What do you mean by that? When did he say they were unarmed?[/b]

 

Aaaand. Whoa, that WAS a plot twist, Valhalla! Does that mean they are good guys or something? They just killed someone. Well, Valhalla is the hall of fallen warriors, so technically they aren't GOOD guys I guess.

 

You'll find out soon enough. =P

 

Well... I suppose it shall be found out. Good luck!

 

Yes. Yes it shall.

[CrabHelmet]

If I remember my Norse mythology correctly, Valhalla is not the hall of all fallen warriors; rather, it is the hall of heroic and noble warriors who have died gloriously. After all, they're going to have to fight the not-so-noble warriors once Ragnarok starts, so keeping them in the same hall together sounds like a not-so-great idea.

[Guest Star]

If I remember my Norse mythology correctly' date=' Valhalla is not the hall of all fallen warriors; rather, it is the hall of heroic and noble warriors who have died gloriously. After all, they're going to have to fight the not-so-noble warriors once Ragnarok starts, so keeping them in the same hall together sounds like a not-so-great idea.

[/quote']

 

I believe Valhalla is the hall of the noble warriors/heroes.

[Saiba Aisu]

Not bad. I have a personal soft spot for Valkyries - which, I suspect, Christia's true nature? - so I found the chapter enjoyable.

 

I await your comments on Days of the Black Apple... I feel like I'm not being descriptive enough...

[Guest Star]

Yu-Gi-Oh: Endless Night

Episode 3: Welcome to Valhalla

 

I sat up quickly, panting. Beads of sweat streamed down my face and I turned on the light next to my bed. Upon going to bed, I hoped I would wake up and realize everything that had happened in the past fifteen or so hours was a dream, but my hopes were crushed when I looked around and saw the familiar statues that I had seen in the main room. The statues - images of soldiers holding razor-sharp spears - seemed almost life-like. Like they were once humans. I pressed my hand to my forehead and realized I was feeling ridiculously warm. That wasn't good. I had felt dizzy last night. I mentioned it to Christia but she told me to sleep it off. She said I'd be fine in the morning. News flash for ya; I'm far from fine. I had no way of taking my temperature, but from placing my hand on my forehead I could tell that it was somewhere around one-hundred degrees, give or take a degree. So I had a fever. That's just wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. What a great life you have, Kiryu. You watch two teenagers get shot before getting cornered by muggers that turn out not to be muggers, but mysterious magical creatures that take you to some other realm called Valhalla. Hooray! I'm livin-large. Back to reality. Valhalla. The Hall of the noble warriors that died in battle. A memorial of sorts. A large - no, not large, gigantic - hall ruled by King Odin. At least that's what legend says. As much as I was a fan of Norse mythology, I had never believed that any of it was possible.

 

At first I was wondering why I had been brought here, but then it hit me. I want to major in Norse mythology. Go to College for it. Somehow, the people, creatures, whatever they are, found out about me and wanted to bring me here. Either that or this is still a dream and I'm overreacting. Okay, so let's assess the situation. Christia. She's not human--that much I know. Nor is she 6" 5'. When she walked into the room last night I realized that she was somewhere around 5" 7'. I don't know why she and the other "muggers" appeared to be 6" 5', and I really didn't plan on asking. That's the least of my worries. Hm, ask the crazy magical creatures how they pretended to be a foot taller, or figure out why I was brought here and how I can get home? I think I'll go with option two. Whatever. I looked over to the bedside table adjacent to my bed, and found three things. There was a glass of water, a folded piece of paper, and a Duel Monsters Card. By bookbag was on the floor next to my bed. The Duel Disk was still sticking out of it. That meant no one had gone through the bag, or they had and put everything back in the right order. Either way-I had the Duel Disk. Something told me that this whole thing had something to do with the Duel Monsters Card Game. Especially after I saw Christia Duel Jaxon.

 

Then a thought flashed in my mind. Why did Christia kill those two kids--Jaxon and Jason? If she is some kind of magical creature like I believe, then there had to be some reason for it. Unless! It hit me. What if that whole Duel was a ploy - a set up - to get my attention? When I heard the scream, I walked down the alleyway. Maybe Christia wanted me to hear the Duel so that she could get a hold of me and bring me here. That made some sense, I guess. I picked up the folded piece of paper and opened it slowly. It read:

 

-Once you're up and ready, come to the Main Hall. I'm sure you want answers.-

 

No sign of who it was from, but that much was obvious. I did want answers--that much was obvious too. I quickly gulped down the glass of water and headed for the door. I placed my hand near the doorknob and stopped. I turned around and walked back to the table. The Duel Monsters Card. I had a feeling I'd be needing it. The Duel Disk as well. I grabbed the Duel Disk and snapped it on my arm. Then, I picked up the card. This was new. The card was titled Gungnir, Dragon of the Ice Barrier. A Synchro Monster. I figured whatever and put it in my pocket, but then the name hit me. Gungnir. The name of the spear Odin used in battle. I hate how this is all tying together. The more sense this starts to make, the less chance there is of me realizing it's a dream.

 

I walked to the door and pulled it open. I stepped into the Hallway. Oh, I guess I should mention the bedroom. Christia led me to that room last night. It's a guest room in the Hall. Yeah, because I'm sure tons of guests come to visit Valhalla.. It was a really nice room, and the bed was comfortable. But last night I was so tired that I didn't bother to question anything--I just went to sleep. So there's an overview. Oh; one more thing. Those statues; the soldier ones I mentioned. Yeah, they’re in every room. Apparently they're supposed to be symbols of protection or something. Don't ask me how stone statues are going to protect me. I'm confused enough as it is.

 

So where was I? Oh right—the hallway. I didn’t know my way around this place, but I was sure that finding my way to the main hall would be rather simple. The entire place was only one floor, and the Main Hall was – by far – the biggest room there. I continued to walk—occasionally passing a door, which I assumed led to a room that was similar to the one I had been sleeping in. Unless – of course – the people of Valhalla owned some sort of bank where they kept track of loans and money, and all of those rooms were used for those purposes. Yeah, that was the case. Not. It was apparent to me that something big was going to happen. That’s why I was here. What, though, I’d find out momentarily.

 

I hadn’t seen him coming. I had absolutely no idea that he was there, but boy, I wished I had. I heard a voice say “Stop right there!” The voice was loud, and the voice was angry. I whirled around and saw one of the “muggers” standing behind me. This was unexpected. “What are you doing out of your room? I was specifically instructed not to let you leave your room.”

 

What was he/she/it talking about? I had the note from Christia. “I’m sorry sir..ma’am..whoever you are, but I was asked to report to the Main Hall.” Figured I might as well explain myself.

 

“Asked by whom?” the loud, almost booming, voice replied.

 

“When I woke up I found a note on the table. I’m not exactly sure who it was from, but I assumed it was from Christia.” Carefully I took the note out of my pocket. I unfolded it slowly and held it out so that the “mugger” could read it.

 

“You speak not the truth. That is not Christia’s handwriting. Princess Christia herself told me that you must stay in your room at all times until further notice.” Princess? That was new. Although she was beautiful, and that dress looked expensive. So I met a Princess of some magical world? How cool is that. Wait until I tell my buddies at school. Whatever. That brought up a more important – and serious – question. If Christia did not write the note—then who did? I started walking toward the Guest Room. “I did not give you permission to move.”

 

“I was just..” What did I do now? I was going back to the Guest Room that – apparently – I wasn’t supposed to leave.

 

“It is too late now. You’ve already left the room. You cannot be trusted.” I thought that might have been a joke, but the stare that came from his/her eyes told me that he/she was one-hundred percent serious. So what now? They kill me? “There is one alternative. We could have a Duel.” That didn’t strike me by surprise. Ever since I had seen Christia duel Jaxon I knew that all of this had something to do with Duel Monsters. I guess it’s a good thing that I brought my Deck along, then.

 

“Wait..wait. You’re telling me I’m free to return to my room if I can defeat you in a game of Duel Monsters?” Hey—I wasn’t complaining. If I could save my life by winning a Duel, all the better. I just wanted to make sure this guy--girl--whatever was serious.

 

“Yes.” came the single reply. Then, I witnessed another display of magic when a Duel Disk materialized out of the blue on this Duelist’s arm. “You may call me Max, and you may make the first move.”

 

Game time. I took my Deck out of my pocket, shuffled it, and placed it into the Disk. A couple of beeping sounds were heard as we activated our Duel Disks. I took a step back and drew six cards. So here it is. It’s Duel or die time.

 

“Thanks..I guess. I’ll start by playing Caster Swordmistress (1400/1100) in Attack Mode!” I smiled as my blue armour-clad warrior emerged on the field from a burst of light, letting out a battle cry and unsheathing a large sword. “That’s all I can do for now. I end my turn.” A nice, solid start. Time to see what was in store for me.

 

My opponent - dressed in black and wearing a mask – slowly drew a card. Max glanced over his hand a couple of times before finally making a decision. What took ten seconds felt like thirty minutes. After all, I had no clue what would happen to me if I lost this. “I shall start with the monster Sacrifice Serpent (500/0). However, before I play it, I must show you a Level 5 or higher Sea Serpent-Type monster in my hand. Again Max glanced over his hand. He – judging by the name Aaron - selected a card from it and turned it around so I could see it. I nodded and he placed the Sacrifice Serpent card on his Duel Disk. A ball of water arose from the field and exploded. Out of it came a slithery blue creature—very snake like. The glowing red eyes were a bit intimidating, but it was the ferocious roar that really got my spine tingling.

 

“Since I revealed a Sea Serpent, that Summon is treated as a Special Summon. What that means – in case you’re not understanding me – is that I can still Normal Summon this turn. Your misery has just begun. Those who are not trustworthy are not welcome here.”

 

“I didn’t..” I stopped. There was no point in explaining it. If I wanted to send a message to this guy, I had to win the Duel. That was the only way I’d get any message across.

 

“Now then, I’ll continue. I’ll Release my Sacrifice Serpent to play a monster that possess far more power. Welcome Fiend Serpent (2250/1400)! I stepped back as the slithery blue creature was engulfed by a burst of light. I had never seen anything like this before. This creature was outright terrifying. A large turquoise creature – large enough to swallow the entire hall – appeared on the field and let loose a deafening roar. What looked like saliva ran down the sides of its mouth, and rows of sharp teeth inhabited its mouth. It had two – not one, but two – tails, both of which had what looked like stingers on the end of them.

 

Welcome to Valhalla. I hope they left an extra pair of pants in the Guest Bedroom. Something was telling me I might need them. That is, if I manage to survive.

 

Next Episode: Welcome to Valhalla Part 2

 

Notes:

 

-The next episode will consist of the duel between Kiryu and “Max”. This will give everyone a chance to see my Duel-Writing Style.

[StevenBray]

Nice episode, can't see anything too bad about the writing. However this episode was kinda boring and slightly confusing on my first read through. Sorry.

 

Overall: 7/10

[Saiba Aisu]

Yay, you got to use Sacrifice Serpent, Edge. And I know you wanted to. xD

 

I'm a little miffed about the name Aaron - firstly, it's not very Norse, and secondly, I was planning to have a major character in my own project with that name...

 

So could ya... you know...pull some magic?

[Guest Star]

Yay' date=' you got to use Sacrifice Serpent, Edge. And I know you wanted to. xD

 

I'm a little miffed about the name Aaron - firstly, it's not very Norse, and secondly, I was planning to have a major character in my own project with that name...

 

So could ya... you know...pull some magic?

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I changed it for ya.

 

The name is not supposed to be Norse related at all. It is like that for a reason which will be explained in the upcoming chapters.

[Aelsthla-Mental]

A misunderstanding turns into a fight to the death... Well, it is Valhalla I suppose.

 

And someone else sent him the note? I wonder who...

 

Well, pretty good.