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Sands of Time chapter 5

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Author’s note: And we finally reach the 20th century and the other character who, in my humble opinion, did not get nearly enough screen-time. About Ryou’s age in this one…I’ve watched Season 0 and in that flashback scene Ryou seemed to be about five or six when he wished for friends, so I figured he must have got the ring around then… And maybe I wanted an excuse to write the Thief King with a little kid… At this point it’d be pretty pointless to put an OOC disclaimer. I’ve read a theory that explained Yami Bakura’s mercurial moods (especially in the Millennium World manga, yes I’ve read the mangas!) as the result of him being the result of a fragment of Zorc merging with the soul of the Thief King, one side being more prominent at times than the other. In this case, no random Zorc fragments littering the Ring, which would probably make for a much different first meeting between the two.

Preaching over and done with, on with the show!

***I share my world with no one else/ All by myself I stand alone***

The Thief did not even bother moving from his bed when he felt the Ring. It had moved through various hosts over the centuries and he had noticed that none of them had lasted long before going insane. Instinctively he knew what this had meant: that the poor soul was not the Ring’s destined carrier.

 

Even from within the apathy that had taken over his mind and heart he could feel his host’s excitement and admiration for the shiny gift. A young one, Akefia mused, feeling a tinge of regret for the boy’s inevitable fate. His eyes drifted again to the only source of light in his soulroom; a mural of her enveloped in his arms as she had been the day they declared their love for each other. He was half-asleep when a wave of fear and alarm hit him.

 

Without thinking, Akefia jumped to his feet and raced to the door. He closed his eyes when he crossed the threshold and when he opened them again he found himself in control of the body of a young boy. A barrage of memories pelted his mind, shocking him with their intensity. At his feet lay the body of a little white-haired girl whom he instinctively recognized as his host’s sister. Her blood had painted the ground red and the Thief knew that she was dead. Looking around, he noticed another body nearby.

Mother, he recognized her. No, not his mother, the boy’s mother. The line was blurred at the moment. A man approached him and Akefia tore himself from the sight and followed him. No child should have to see what he had just seen.

 

Ryou woke up in a strange room after he cried himself to sleep that night. His father had stayed at the hospital and so the little boy had been alone for the first time in his life. Looking around curiously he took stock of the soft light, the various games scattered on the white carpet and finally his family’s photo at his bedside. Feeling the tears coming back the little boy blinked and stood from the bed. His new Ring’s weight felt comfortable around his neck. For the first time he noticed the door on the far wall.

 

Curiously Ryou opened it and found himself on a shadowy corridor. At the exact opposite wall there was another door, this one made out of rough wood and the eye from his Ring engraved on it. Ryou felt something pulling him towards the ominous door and hesitantly pushed it open. The room he entered was made out of stone and almost bare of things. At the opposite wall there was the engraving of a fierce-looking monster that made Ryou gulp nervously. Looking to his right he saw the picture of a man and a woman hugging, surrounded by neat columns of hieroglyphics. Finally, on the wall opposite of the picture, there was a bed and on it a sleeping man.

 

As if he sensed another presence nearby, the man’s eyes snapped open and landed directly on the boy. Ryou took a step back, scared by the glare he received and rushed to the door. He tried to pry the heavy door open but he wasn’t strong enough. A sigh came from the bed’s direction and its occupant stood up and walked over to the boy. He rested a hand on the wood, over his host’s head.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” he asked the boy. Ryou looked up to him, tears ready to fall from his eyes.

“I…I…I’m sorry!” he stuttered nervously, looking up at the man. “I didn’t mean to bother you sir.”

 

Akefia was taken aback at the boy’s response. In all his years no one had ever addressed him with any type of courtesy. He just might like this host of his. Kneeling so that he would be at the boys eye-level he made an effort to smile.

“You did not bother me Landlord,” he said calmly. The boy was traumatized as it was. “I have been meaning to meet you soon.” As he said the words, he realized that they were true. For the first time in millennia he could feel the Ring accept its bearer as it had welcomed him when he gathered it from that Priest’s corpse. Ryou looked at him confused.

“Why am I your Landlord?” he asked, gathering courage now that he knew he wasn’t in trouble.

“You are the owner of the Millennium Ring,” the Thief King explained patiently. “I live inside it, so that makes me your tenant and you my Landlord.” The boy nodded in understanding. Then looked up in confusion again.

“But why me?” he asked innocently. Akefia bit back another sight and settled down for a long conversation.

“Let me tell you a story little Landlord…”

 

Sands of time chapter 4

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Author’s note: I don’t know, Viva la Vida always seemed such an appropriate song for Yami B’s storyline…

***Just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king?***

He lay at the outskirts of the desert, struggling to breathe; his battle with the Pharaoh and the summoning of the Dark One had left him spent. In retrospect he should have understood this was a mistake. His Phoenix had always protected him, he should have heeded her warnings and tears. She had told him that Zorc was treacherous, that he did not care for justice but he had been drunk with power, so much power cursing through his Diabound. Now there was nothing in him to remind the people of the once fearsome Thief King. He was only twenty-five yet he felt his life slipping out of his body.

It was only a matter of time before the shock of the outcome of the battle left everyone and he was found. They would execute him, he knew as much. Closing his eyes Akefia wondered if there would be a chance to see his people before Ammit devoured his heart. Maybe if the gods were merciful he would die before they found him. Warmth enveloped him and he felt like he was soaring at the skies. If that was what dying felt like, he didn’t get what there was to worry about. With a light smile he allowed himself to fall asleep.

When he woke up again he knew instantly that he was most definitely alive. His body still felt like lead from the exhaustion and the heavenly warmth had receded. Forcing his eyes open Akefia took stock of his surroundings. He was back home in Kul Elna. The spirits’ presence was hardly there, exhausted as they were from Zorc draining their hatred. Something moved in the corner of his eyes and he struggled to turn his head to see who was there. A flash of golden eyes greeted him and his mouth tasted bitter with regret. They had parted fighting, why did she save him?
“Because I love you,” she answered the unspoken question. Elena sat next to him and traced a hand over his scar. “That will never change.” He wanted to answer, apologize, tell her that he loved her too with all his soul. He didn’t get the chance.

Elena had hoped that the Pharaoh’s men would fear the spirits of Kul Elna and avoid coming to the village. The shouts that suddenly tore through the streets proved her wrong. The blue-eyed priest charged inside the house they had been living, flanked by two soldiers. Akefia tried to stand, summon Diabound, anything to protect Elena. He had no strength left. It all happened in an instant.

One of the soldiers saw him move and, fearing that he was about to fight, threw a knife. The weapon arched through the air and started falling, a graceful arc that would end in his heart. Elena threw herself at him, taking the knife for him. Her blood sprayed everyone around, painting her white dress red. She smiled at her love one last time before darkness claimed her. Akefia held her frozen, feeling her heart stop. Her dead face was the last thing he saw before his soul was torn from his body and imprisoned within the Millennium Ring.

Sands of time chapter 3

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Author’s note: Sweet cliches of fanfiction hell this is all sugar! I must have been very bored in Macroeconomics…

 

Truly, madly, deeply

The pot was shimmering on the hearth and the small house looked clean and cozy with Ra’s light entering from the windows. Compared to its surrounding the house seemed stuck to a time when the village had been prosperous.

 

The young woman had devoted her attention in setting the table with the household’s mismatched plates; potter side by side with gold. The roaming spirits’ whispers did not faze her, rather she embraced them as one does a family. That was what they were to her after all; her adoptive family.

 

The distant sound of hooves had her abandoning her work and rushing to the outskirts of the forgotten village. A familiar black horse was racing towards her, its rider burdened by a heavy sack. With a wry smile she wondered what unfortunate noble had been stripped of his wealth.

 

For Akefia it was a sight for sore eyes that greeted him. Kul Elna might be crumbling slowly, its spirits begging for release and revenge, but amongst the destruction and ruins life persisted. The thief smiled at his oddly poetic thought and dismounted on the hidden stable outside the village. The spirits always spooked the horses he stole. Hoisting his loot he walked proudly to where his Queen was waiting.

 

The sack was abandoned on the ground as soon as she threw her arms around him, practically flying to his embrace. He spun her around, smirking at the sound of her laugh and the teasing spirits surrounding them. Despite their torment, his people always felt happier when he returned after a successful raid.

 

The stolen treasures were carelessly dumped in one of the houses near his own and Akefia, his arm still possessively wrapped around Elena’s waist, allowed himself to finally relax. Despite his lover’s assurances, he still had a hard time believing that the day wouldn’t come when Kul Elna would die for good. But for the moment the smell of fresh bread and meat was much more appealing than his own grim thoughts.

 

The spirits retreated towards the temple, proud of their son and willing to allow him peace to rest until their temporary appeasement by the gold and jewels ended.

 

Despite her calm happiness Elena was beaming on the inside. The last week had been lonely with just the spirits as her company. She had never thought that she would become so dependent to the presence of a man but after she met Akefia she found herself falling harder every day.

 

The Thief Kind saw himself as the darkness, telling her more than once that her soul was the only light shining over their village. He was wrong. His affection, awkward and shy as it was most of the time, matured and strengthened her. Her magic had grown tenfold and her Ka was summoned easier each time. She had embraced her role as the Queen of Thieves much more readily than what would have been expected from a former noblewoman. Elena took it as a sign from the gods that this was her place in the world, just like her golden eyes betrayed the nature of her Spirit.

 

That night they danced together under the stars by the village’s well, where the market used to be. There was no music but the one in their heads but there was no need for one. They were content.

Sands of time chapter 2

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Author’s note: Yes, the title is from the Disney song. I was listening to it (in my head) while writing this. So, for lack of a better title… Actually, I kinda like the idea of song lyrics for titles. By the end of this fic (whenever that happens) I’ll have a proper soundtrack!

***And at last I see the light***

He had been gone for a week. Elena sighed as she threw a log to the fire, her attention fixed at the entrance of the cave. Akefia had not expected her to stay but she had nowhere to go and besides she was drawn to him. He rarely talked to her, even when he was “home” but he had occasionally brought things back to her from his business. She had been wondering if he was some kind of merchant what with his long absences and strange things he brought back. Elena sighed. She was constantly thinking about the white-haired man, worrying for him and wondering if he was alright, if he had someone else…

 

Before the jealous thought could root in her heart the sound of hoofs rushing in the sand reached her. Flying to the opening of the cave she saw Akefia tie his black horse in shade and walk towards her. She frowned. Something in the way he moved was wrong. He was clutching his face and blood was sipping through his fingers. He was muttering a steady stream of curses that only increased when he saw her watching him concerned. Her eyes were the reason he had been so active lately. The worry that shown through them every time he returned from a long raid filled him with a warm feeling that he hadn’t felt since he was five.

 

Forgetting her usual shyness she rushed to his side and helped him sit against the cave wall.

“What happened?” she asked scared, wetting a rag and leaning to clean the wound. Akefia leaned away instinctively

“Damned guards, that’s what happened.” He snapped angrily. He would be lucky if he didn’t lose his eye. Elena bit her lip and hesitantly brought the rag closer to his face again.

“Please let me clean it,” she said quietly. “It will get infected if it stays like this.” With a sigh the Thief King rested against the wall and allowed her to do as she wished. He felt her gently washing the blood away, trying to make the process as painless as possible.

“You are too soft-hearted,” he said gruffly. “You’ll only end up in trouble for showing mercy to an outlaw.” His words triggered something in her memory.

“The King of Thieves,” she whispered, finally remembering how they had met. “This outlaw saved my life and I trust him,” she said louder so that he could hear her. He closed his uninjured eye.

“That’s foolish of you,” he insisted. “I am the darkness. I will only taint you if you come too close.”

“Then I will be your light,” she said firmly. As if to illustrate her words a warm, golden light came through her hand and covered the wound. With a gasp the girl drew her hand back and her eyes widened. Akefia moved his hand hesitantly to his eye. His fingers traced the crisscrossing scar, marveling at the fact that he could still see perfectly. His eyes snapped to the shocked girl in front of him and for the first time he noticed the shimmering outline of her Ka.

“Phoenix,” he whispered in reverence. Along with the White Dragon, the two fabled Kas that the Pharaoh’s priests coveted yet could not find. And here it was, hidden within the girl he had saved, protecting them both. The Thief King suddenly understood the meaning of destiny.

 

He had been destined to save her. She had been destined to heal him. And as they looked at each other’s eyes they realized that they were destined for each other.

Sands of time chapter 1

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Author’s note: …and a long-ish one it shall be. I remember beginning this story when I was sixteen. It had been a very long day and IB Economics was dragging on even more than usual. I had a few loose leaves of paper and while I was supposed to take notes on Macroeconomics I started writing down ideas for a fanfic. Not Spirit of Fire, that was well on it’s way at that point. Rather it would be on an anime I had recently re-watched, only remembering it as something I had loved during my childhood: Yu-Gi-Oh! Perhaps not the girliest of choices but trust me, one minute of the Sailor Moon dub in Greek and you’d be begging for a card game too. It was a silly idea, the insert-an-OC-love-interest kind. We’ve seen it done more times than we care to count, some great, some good, some worthy of swallowing bleach. I don’t presume to judge mine. Re-reading some of the first chapters, I cringe at the image of my teenage self trying to figure out the ins and outs of romance writing. Much as I love it, it never came easily to me. I could have edited this before posting it here. It’s been sitting around on fanfiction.net for a while anyway. I decided not to. Not because I’m lazy. Rather I honestly don’t think I could better it in any way, except perhaps the occasional grammar tweak. I wrote this story while on a fandom kick, some of the later chapters were written literally parallel to watching the episodes just so that I could get the dialogue and character placements right. Some scenes were inspired by throwaway quotes or fanart on DeviantArt. I suppose all I can say about it is that if my Avatar stories were my labour of love, then this one is that weekend you sneak away with no warning to do fun stuff. A guilty pleasure if you will. Quite literally for the first few chapters, considering I wrote them during class….

*** Remembering comes in flashbacks and echoes ***

As Kul Elna went down in flames, over the sea, in a small island, a girl opened her eyes to greet the world for the first time, letting out a melodic cry.

 

When a boy was using his demon-like Ka to survive, she was barely aware of the presence of hers.

 

He was the feared King of Thieves, known to all Egypt by the time he was sixteen. She was renowned for her golden eyes and unique beauty in all Greece when she was sixteen.

 

Neither of them felt complete or content. At sixteen she was a woman and as such she was expected to wed. Her father made all the arrangements and she was introduced to a prosperous merchant who would make a proper husband. The night she was expected to meet him, she ran away.

 

The girl hid in a ship that would sail to Egypt. She was discovered half-way through the trip and rather than be forced back, she threw herself overboard. But she loved life too much to simply drown. A blinding light enveloped her and the men at the ship watched as a flaming bird caught her and flew towards Egypt.

 

The Thief King had seen many strange things in his twenty years of roaming the desert. An unconscious woman dressed in Greek clothes was a first. He paused his horse to scrutinize her curiously. She was paler than an Egyptian but still tan, with long ebony black her. Her dress was white and of good quality but she had little jewelry on her. She looked peacefully asleep, not a hint of the exhaustion than should have been present after walking through the desert.

 

Jumping next to her he purred a little water over her lips. A pair of tired golden eyes looked up at him as she struggled to remain conscious.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

“I am Akefia, the King of Thieves,” he answered with an air of arrogance. “Who are you girl?”

“Elena.” She managed to say before falling unconscious again.

 

Akefia cursed as he gathered her to his arms. He would have to take her back if he was to get any answers. The idea of having to provide for another person didn’t sound appealing. Nevertheless he was curious. He sensed power coming from her, a power similar to his Diabound.

 

Elena woke inside a cool cave. A red robe was spread over her for warmth and she could hear a small fire nearby. Sitting up slowly she took in her surroundings. The cave was almost bare, with the exception of a few provisions near the fire. A shadow grew at the opening and Elena turned to face her savior. She could vaguely remember a man introducing himself as Akefia.

 

He was a young man, a little older than her, with tan skin and –to her astonishment- pure white hair and lavender eyes. He was only wearing a black senti so she guessed that the robe she was currently using as a blanket was his. She blushed a little.

 

Akefia allowed the girl’s scrutiny, feeling a little smug at her blush. He walked to the fire and sat facing her.

“How did you end up in the desert girl?” he asked.

“My name is Elena,” she corrected him frowning. “I can’t remember any desert.” She tried to bring back any recollection of the last few days, feeling uncomfortable with him staring at her. “I remember hiding in the ship,” she said slowly, “being found, jumping into the water, a light and then nothing.”

“What were you doing on the ship?” Akefia asked. “And why were you hiding?” She gave him a defiant look.

“I will not be forced into marriage!” she said decisively. “I wanted to make a new life far away enough to not be found.” Akefia looked at her amused. That girl remained him of himself right after he lost his people. Reckless abandon and a steely determination to live.

“It looks to me that you got your wish.” He smiled thinly at her. To his surprise she smiled back.

 

Twilight of the Spirit World: Epilogue

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Author’s note: In which a short “x years later” snapshot is offered, the author teases the Korra canon in a hopefully subtle way and for once happy endings do not have strings attached to them. It’s been a journey and a half everyone!

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***Epilogue***

The summer sun heated gently the sandy beach and a gentle breeze caused small waves in the sapphire blue sea. It was a truly beautiful place, serene and picturesque, a place that would certainly calm the most troubled of minds.

“MOM! SUYIN AND BATO TOOK MY SCROLL!”

“Suyin Bei Fong give your sister her scroll back!”

“Bato! Start acting your age or your father will NOT be taking you ice-dodging anytime soon!”

Well, perhaps not all minds.

 

Not far from the seashore Toph and Suki were berating their more mischievous offspring, much to the amusement of their friends. With a huff Lin snatched the scroll that her pouting twin held and marched off to sit next to Zuko and Katara’s eldest, Izumi. Next to them, and closer to their parents was Izumi’s younger sister, Kya, and Suki and Sokka’s youngest (for the time being), Yue. The two little girls were watching in fascination Lin and Suyin’s little brother, Bumi, as he re-enacted an over-the-top rendition of the epic tale of “The Bear of Ba Sing Se”. If in the process he raised more sand than his sisters’ attempts at sandbending that was certainly not intentional.

 

With a huff the two women sat back down, Toph taking baby Tenzin from Aang. Suki turned exasperated to Katara.

“Was Sokka like that too at that age?” Katara chuckled.

“More or less,” she said, ignoring her brother’s indignant look.

“Is that true Councilman Sokka?” Zuko asked laughing. Sokka glared at him.

“I’m sure if Azula was visiting Fire Lord Zuko she would have some interesting stories to say for you too.” Zuko raised an eyebrow.

“No doubt about it,” he said dryly.

 

Before ribbing between the two men could escalate, or Toph could get involved, Kya happened to look up. Seeing a familiar portal opening in the distance she jumped to her feet, dragging her cousin up excitedly.

“Aunt Azula!” the two girls squealed in delight as a very pregnant Azula stepped out of the portal, with Ao on her side looking very much like he would prefer to be carrying his lover rather than letting her walk through the sand. The little girls were almost instantly at their sides, seemingly determined to drag them were the rest of their family was standing and approaching them at a more sedate pace.

“Wait little ones,” Azula said as she carefully kneeled to hug them. Yue giggled, feeling the baby kicked. “We have a surprise for everyone.”

“And what would that be?” Zuko asked, hugging his sister carefully and giving a friendly nod to Ao. The couple smiled mysteriously.

“Turns out that when Agni and Lia went up to that mountain of theirs, they weren’t just coming up with new firebending moves,” Ao said mischievously. Katara’s eyes widened.

“You don’t mean?” she asked. It had been nearly a year since Lia and Agni had last visited the mortal plane after all…

“Oh, yes!” Azula said enthusiastically. Zuko paled slightly. Two daughters and several nieces and nephews later this kind of code was no longer lost to him. That did not mean he cared much for the implications. When Azula and Ao had first told them they were expecting he had been torn between wanting to congratulate them and wanting to punch Ao. Sokka had actually punched him when they had announced they were expecting Izumi! Ao turned towards the portal.

“Well?” he called. “What are you lot waiting for?” Almost as if cued Agni and Lia stepped through, both with wide smiled on their faces. In Lia’s arms, wrapped in a white-gold blanket, was a new-born baby.

“Everyone, meet Kōjin,” Agni said softly as the portal closed silently behind them. Even little Tenzin turned curiously in his mother’s arms towards the new centre of attention.

 

The children immediately surrounded Lia, the shorter ones standing on their tip-toes in order to peer at the latest addition to the family.

“He’s so small!” Lin whispered, her eyes widening when Kōjin opened his eyes and turned slightly towards the sound of her voice. Lia smiled at the girl. Of all of Aang and Toph’s children she had been the one to inherit most of the blind earthbender’s brash attitude. And, like her mother, Lin tended to melt when around babies.

“Let’s go sit down,” the redhead said, “and you can hold him if you want.” Lin nodded eagerly and the group moved back to where they had originally been sitting.

 

Much later, when the sun was setting over the sea, bathing everything in a soft red glow, the entire second generation of the gaang was sat around Izumi as she read to them, with the occasional interruption from Bato, an account of General Iroh’s travels through the Earth Kingdom. Tenzin was napping in a blanket next to his father, too young to stay awake after a day of excitement, while the adults were talking quietly among themselves. Zuko turned to Lia, who was leaning against him contently.

“Are you happy?” he asked her. Lia looked around thoughtfully for a moment, her eyes resting at Agni, who was rocking Kōjin gently, lulling the baby to sleep, and gave her brother a soft smile.

“Yes,” she said. “I am.”

The End

Finding the one

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It was the best of times

It was the worst of days

But in the end

So long as we stood together

We could watch the world burn…

 

That’s what he told her with a smile

As she handed him the match,

And at their feet there stood

Piles of old photographs,

Letters, mementos of people they knew.

 

There were no tears-

There need not be.

As the smoke spiralled upward

They left the past behind

And hand in hand they walked,

Out to the sunlight,

Out to their own new world.