Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Passion, The Pain, The Lust Part I ❯ And the Winner Is??? ( Chapter 48 )

Inside the Village...

"At least the fire is subsiding but the Village is ruined once again. And yet the Temple was untouched. It's a miracle. I know Teania will defeat Prince Darien. Alright everyone gather around. I want two people to go to these following villages and give this message to everyone in each village. If we get enough workers from each village than we will be able to hopefully rebuild Ashta once again." The Priestess Ana handed each couple a paper with all the information written on it and the designated village they are to go to. "Gorland...............................I know your from Rome and yet you helped us. Thank you. I want you to return to your people in Rome and tell them that Prince Darien is dead. You can return to Ashta if you like but could you do this for me?" The Priestess Ana said. Gorland nodded as he hoped off his horse. "Once I return to Rome and tell them about the Prince's death. I will return with my wife and three kids so that we may help to rebuild Ashta. I want this to be my home."

Marlene ran over to Gorland and gave him a hug. "Thank you Gorland. Be safe. We'll be waiting for you when you return." Rishad got off his horse and walked over to Marlene, putting his hand on her shoulder. "We appreciate all you have done for us. Come back soon." Gorland shook hands with Rishad and got back on the horse and waved bye to all the people of Ashta, and then trotted away in the sunny distance. "What should we do now?" One of the guards said. "Let us all wait inside the Temple until Teania returns with Prince Darien's head." Priestess Ana and the others parked there horses outside and entered the Temple.

Outside the Village...

"This is it Prince Darien. It all comes down to this now." They raised their swords high into the air and then they came charging at each other, full speed. The swords clinked really loud, as they steered the horses towards one another to strike each other as quickly as possible. Teania was not an amateur at sword fights and neither was Prince Darien but they only had minor cuts and scratches, as they continued slashing and thrashing at each other. Suddenly, Teania was knocked off her horse and her sword was buried inside the sand. As the prince got closer and closer to her.....................her heart raced rapidly as she searched for her sword...................closer and closer...................................He was almost close to an easy victory.

"I have let myself down, I have let my people down, and I have let my father down. Maybe I deserve to die." Teania sat on her knees with her arms spread out, and the winds blowing in her hair. Kimora came charging so fast that she almost knocked Teania over. "You're not going to die that easily Teania. I'm here for you." Kimora struck quickly with force as the Prince backed away and turned his horse around and rode off into the desert.

Somewhere inside the Desert...

Kimora followed closely behind. Her hair blowing all over the place, her face dripping with sweat, her eyes teary from the strong force of the wind blowing in her face, and the conscience rush to kill the Prince, she was truly a crazed woman on an expeditious stallion. The Prince couldn't get away fast enough as Kimora rode next to him. He slashed up her clothes and gave her many cuts and bruises. As she got behind him, she sped up even faster and sliced his head clear off. The body fell over in the sand and his horse stopped running. "Yes, we did it. He's finally dead. He's not going to hurt anyone anymore. It's finally over." Kimora grabbed his hair and lifted his head up and placed it inside a small bag. Tying it onto her horse, she looked left, right, up, and down, not knowing where to go. She grabbed the ropes of each horse and started walking.

Inside the Temple of Ashta...

Teania ran back to the Temple and told everyone what happened. They all looked each other and then back at Teania. "You did what you could Teania and we are very proud of you. I know Kimora will defeat him. I am confident about that. In the mean time we should try and patch the city up as much as we can." Priestess Ana said. "Don't worry. Leave it to us. Soon and very soon, we will have this city looking like new again." Marlene said. Her, Rishad, his men and the guards left to go fix the city. Teania went up into her room, and lied on her bed crying.

Inside the Palace...

The Pharaoh was just informed about the ordeal with Teania and the Prince. When the messenger Namu told the Pharaoh about Kimora disappearing, he slouched down in his chair and felt a disturbing sense of danger come upon him.

His only main concern now was to go find her but Bakura is still on the loose, making him unable to leave the Palace. "Just when all was good. She was satisfied, as was I. I should've known something bad was bound to happen to her. And its my fault for not trying hard enough to make her stay here in the Palace were she would have been safe. How could I let love slip away from me..........................................." The Pharaoh thought to himself. "Ummm my Lord? What are we going to do?" The Pharaoh looked around at all his troops and then he decided to spare some of his men to Teania so that she may rebuild her city. "I want fifty of my best men to go to Ashta and help Queen Teania." Fifty tall and muscular men stepped up, bowing before the Pharaoh. "I will send these men to Ashta to help Queen Teania. The General said.

"We should leave some soldiers here just in case Bakura returns. If we give them all away to her, what do we have left?" Priest Seto complained. "Look around Priest Seto. This Palace is full of guards. There are guards inside and outside the Palace. Bakura can't attack us so easily." Priest Seto still frowned upon the Pharaoh's decision but he left it alone. "If you find Kimora, let me know." Priest Seto turned towards the Pharaoh, and looked at him with shame in his eyes. "Are you still sprung over that pretty peasant girl? I thought you would have moved on. But then again, that is typical of you. You make love to a beautiful peasant girl and you refuse to let her go. I'll go find her if you like." Priest Seto said grinning from ear to ear.

Priest Mahado got angry with Priest Seto for being so rude to the Pharaoh. "How rude Priest Seto. Why are you meddling in the Pharaoh's affairs? You didn't care about all those other women he slept with so why do you care now? Oh I see. Your just jealous because the Pharaoh has a pretty woman by his side and all you have is the shadow that follows behind you." Priest Karim got in between the two Priests, as they were about to battle it out. "What do you know about a woman Priest Mahado? Last time I checked you were still a lonely man who can only get love by using his hands. If I wanted Kimora I could have her."

"Priest Seto!?! How dare you be so blunt? Have some respect for your Pharaoh and fellow Priests." Shimon said. "Its alright Shimon.

"I know how you feel Priest Seto. She is no ordinary peasant girl and we've all witnessed that.

I'm sure you along with many other men would love to do her but I was fortunate enough to acquire such a spectacular woman. Filled with many mysteries and secrets. Giving me the chance to explore her more and learn things. You'll find true love one day and when you do, you'll understand why I am this way. It is such a gift and a pleasure to be able to have someone like Kimora by my side. My servant, my lover, and my Queen. That's how I think of her and you'll learn all that and much more when a pretty lady comes along for you." Priest Seto felt his heart getting soft inside as he tried blocking that weakening feeling.

Somewhere inside the Desert...

Kimora had been traveling for some time now as her hot and tired body began to give in. "Must........ke...ep...going." She kept repeating to herself. She could see something that looked like a village but it was just a mirage to her. She camped out in the desert, drinking the last bit of water she had left. She sat down with her horses and gave each of them the rest of her water. Leaving her with nothing. She slept on a small white blanket, leaning her head up against the kind horse. She passed out later on that afternoon. "Hey are you okay? Hey girl wake up? Could she be dead? Her hearts still beating. What's in this little bag? AHHHHHHHHH!?! It's an ugly head. I think I recognize this guy. Oh well." The little girl tied the bag onto the horse and then she rolled Kimora onto the horse. "Boy she's heavy. How'd she get all the way out here? Maybe these two horses are hers. Wait till I show my grandpa what I found." Tying each horses rope onto her own horse, she went back to her home.

Inside the Village of the Shepherds...

This particular village was unlike any other. It had beautiful emerald green hills, blooming from the grass were many flowers, the homes were neatly built, there were many sheep around and many elderly people. Everyone watched the little girl enter their village with a foreign guest and

Some more horses. She parked the horses out back and gave them food and water. She took Kimora inside the house and lied her down in the guestroom. When her grandfather returned home, the little girl rushed over to him and gave him a big hug. "Guess what grandpa, on my way home from Min-nok-tet, I found a girl, two horses, and a man's head in a small bag. The grandfather sat down in his favorite chair laughing at his granddaughter.

"It was probably just your imagination. You tend to have such a creative mind and way of thinking." The little girl poked her lip out pouting. "But its true!!! She's upstairs in the guestroom asleep. I gave her water. She looked very pretty and she was very heavy. The two horses are outback with my horse and the man's head is in a bag tied to the black horse." The elderly man got up and went out back surprised to find that she was telling the truth. "I knew who this man was. When I traveled to Ashta to get supplies, I saw this man. He is the Prince of Rome. Not a very good Prince and obviously he wasn't a very fortunate Prince. But what does this all mean?" The old man pondered.

"What's Rome?" The little girl asked. "Rome is a country far away from here, ruled by evil people. Now show me where this girl is." The little girl grabbed her grandfather's hand and ran as fast as she could upstairs and into the guestroom. "This is a young woman not a girl. She looks like she was in a fight and it was probably with the Prince. She is very hot and she has many scars on her body. Could you get me a pale of water and some healing ointments?" The girl rushed out the room and within an instant she returned with everything her grandpa needed. "Thank you darling. Luckily for her these scars are not life threatening. She must have been through a lot." The girl hovered over her grandpa's shoulder watching him wipe all the blood away from Kimora, cleaning up her scars. "Can I help grandpa? Please?"

The elderly man shook his head as he lied a cold wet cloth on top of Kimora's forehead. "No my dear. Let me handle this. I want you to attend to the herd until I come out to help you." The little girl folded her arms and walked away. These people seemed very nice and helpful. They have not had a visitor in ten years and it was surprising to see one here after so long. Was she an enemy? Was she good? She did have someone's head in a bag but this was not intended to give anyone the wrong impression. If it did, she could be put out of the village or maybe something even worse could happen.