Well everyone, this is it, the big one, for all the marbles, all the cards (pun intended), the whole enchilada. This is where all of my years of fanfic writing comes together. To all those who have been with me since the beginning, I want to thank you all. This has been a long journey, and it's not over yet. So here we go. Prepare for shock and awe.
Secrets of the Pharaoh
Abstract: The Millennium Items, the Armlet, the original Avatar, the Tablet of the Pharaoh, all these mysteries and more are finally solved as Yugi and his friends finally learn the history behind the Shadow Games and why the Nameless Pharaoh is nameless.
Fanfic Chapter 283: Solomon Moto and the Tomb of the Nameless Pharaoh
Episode Basis: Tomb of the Nameless Pharaoh
Bakura ran through the darkened street. Ducking into a gated off alleyway, he dropped to his knees to take a breath.
"And just where do you think you're going?"
"This can't be happening, not again." Bakura got up again and took off, cutting through a park to a church. "I should be safe in here."
The candles near the alter suddenly became lit as a deep voice laughed.
"Stop it, stay away," Bakura commanded.
"I can't do that, we still have a mission to complete."
"How quickly we forget, allow me to fresh your memory: does the term Millennium Items ring a bell? You promised to help me obtain all seven, but now we have only one. None of us will have any respite until all seven are gathered and the door to the afterlife is opened!" Bakura gasped in horror. "Don't worry, I know where most of them are and I need someone to take me to them. That's where you come in, you're my vessel, my only tangible link to the corporeal existence. Now stop resisting and join me."
"What makes you think I'm giving you a choice?"
"You can't force me!" Bakura cried as the organ pipes started vibrating.
"That's where you're wrong, mortal." Suddenly, the stain glass windows around the church started shattering. Bakura screamed as sinister laughter echoed all around him.
Harold Kumara and Serenity Wheeler exited the movie theater. "Thanks for taking me out, Harold," Serenity said. "I had a lot of fun."
"Me too, Serenity. Um…" Crap, why do I have such trouble talking to women one-on-one? "Serenity, I was wondering if…"
"We should do this again sometime," Serenity interrupted.
"Yeah," Harold quickly agreed. "Absolutely."
Serenity chuckled, "Well I better get going."
"Will you be all right walking home, Serenity? I mean you're house is a long ways from here, isn't it?"
"I'm staying with Joey so I should be fine."
"Sorry," Harold said. "You came all this way just to see me."
"It was worth it," Serenity said. "Well, talk to you." And she ran off.
As Harold walked in the opposite direction, he thought, My past has been settled and my present looks pretty good too. Maybe it's time to start thinking about the future. Katy and Uncle Leon promised me that there would be a job at Schroeder Corp, but Uncle Zigfried might give me a hard time. Maybe I could try finding out more about my father. I know one thing for certain… He looked down at his Armlet. Odion said I would be instrumental in helping Yugi recover the Pharaoh's memories. Finally, I get to be useful.
A loud female scream made him turn back, "Serenity?" What he saw made his blood run cold. Serenity was being dragged, literally kicking and screaming, into an alleyway. "Serenity!" He ran after her, transforming into his Avatar costume in mid-dash. He reached the alleyway and received a shock.
Serenity's would-be kidnapper chuckled, "Well, well, well, Avatar, so we meet again."
Harold shook himself out of his stupor and aimed his armlet, "Release Serenity now!"
"As you wish." And just like that, Serenity was shoved, almost thrown into Harold's arms.
"Serenity, are you okay?"
"I know, stay behind me." He moved Serenity so that she was behind him. Serenity gripped onto Harold's cape as the Avatar aimed his armlet again. "Why did you do this?"
"That was simply my way of getting your attention."
"You could've just tapped me on my shoulder."
"Where's the fun in that?"
"What do you want?"
"To warn you, do not try to interfere this time around."
"And why would I not want to interfere?"
"Because with what I have planned, it would benefit me no matter what the outcome is."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Search for me and find out." And the assailant turned and walked away.
"Wait!" Harold ran after the assailant but the assailant vanished. He went back to Serenity. "Serenity, are you all right?"
"Just a little shocked," she said. "Harold, what are you going to do?"
"First thing I'm going to do is drop you off at Joey's place." He hoisted Serenity onto his back and leapt onto the roof of a nearby building. He began jumping from rooftop to rooftop with gazelle-like grace. "Then I'm going after him."
"But Harold, you don't even know where he's going."
"Actually, I think I do."
Three camels pulled up to a large chasm. "There it is," one of the riders, a man in a sharply-dressed suit with a small beard said. "The Valley of the Kings."
"There's only one thing to do now," one of his guides, a bucktooth Egyptian man named Mushara said. "Turn back."
"No one is interested in your opinion," the other Egyptian guide, Ahmet said. "Besides, our guest is anxious to continue. Isn't that right, Dr. Moto?"
The man in the middle of the two guides pushed his hat up revealing his violet eyes and lit up a cigarette. "Anxious is right, the Valley of the Kings, the final resting place of every Pharaoh in Egyptian history."
"But the particular tomb that you seek, nobody has emerged from it and survived."
"A British man did emerge from it," Ahmet pointed out. "He only lasted long enough to mutter these words: the Shadow Game."
"Shadow Game, eh?" Dr. Moto asked. "Perfect."
"It's only fair to warn you, Doctor," Ahmet said. "The tomb is laced with traps, built by the Pharaohs to protect their great treasures. Remember, we're just guides, we can only lead you up to the entrance. Once we get inside, it is you who must lead us. Your knowledge in ancient Egyptian lore that will lead you to the treasure you seek."
"You're mistaken," Dr. Moto said. "I'm not interested in any riches, what I seek is much greater."
"I'm not sure I follow."
"I don't expect you to. Come on, its late and I'm hungry."
The three set up camp by a cliff. As midnight rolled around, Dr. Moto said, "What better time to enter the tomb then the stroke of midnight? Let's go."
"You mean now?" Mushara asked.
"Is that a problem?"
Ahmet and Mushara picked up torches from the campfire they made. "No," Mushara said. "But I do have a question for you: what is it that you are looking for? You say you came to the tomb to find something but you have no desire for treasure?"
"That wasn't what I said. I said I wasn't interested in becoming rich, but that doesn't mean I'm not interested in uncovering a hidden treasure." He smiled through his cigarette. "I like to play games and I believe that tomb contains the secret to the greatest game ever played."
"Dr. Moto, I don't know what lies in that cavern," Ahmet said. "But I'm sure it's no game. Now let's go and I expect you to start taking this expedition a bit more seriously. If you're not careful, you could end up in a tomb yourself."
"I've traveled around the world playing all kinds of games," Dr. Moto said. "And so far I've never suffered a defeat. The day I do is the day I give up the ghost for good."
The three ventured to a tunnel that was set at a 40 degree slant. "The Tomb of the Nameless Pharaoh," Ahmet said. "According to ancient legend, this is the tomb of a Pharaoh but his identity was never given."
"Was the name erased by tomb robbers?" Mushara asked.
"No," Dr. Moto said. "In Egyptian mythology, the name was the key to the afterlife. That was why names were often written on the sarcophagus of whoever was buried in the tomb. But nowhere on the outer chambers was the identity of the Pharaoh ever mentioned which means that somebody did not want the Pharaoh who resided in here to pass on."
The first chamber they came to was littered with bones and skulls. "What is this?" Ahmet asked, not believing what he was seeing.
"I thought nobody entered this tomb," Mushara added.
"Not for three thousand years."
"Ahmet, look!" Mushara pointed to two giant snake statues, each with jewels for eyes.
"I bet you never saw snake eyes like those in your games, eh, Dr. Moto?"
Mushara started to walk forward but Dr. Moto held out his arm blocking his way. "Hold it."
"Hands off," Mushara said. "Those jewels belong to us."
Dr. Moto just removed his cigarette and threw it into the center. Two sharp needles came out of the snakes' mouths and sliced the cigarette in three. "It seems like the game has already begun."
The next chamber they came to had a giant statue that had the body of a man and the head of a bird. "This chamber leads nowhere," Ahmet said.
"He's right, it's a dead end," Mushara agreed.
Ignoring the protests of the two Egyptians, Dr. Moto just went up to a frame with a stand. He looked down and realized that the stand was actually a trough with some liquid in it. He dipped his finger and sniffed it. "Lamp oil." He lit the trough with his torch. Immediately hieroglyphs appeared. Dr. Moto read them out loud, "This is the tomb of the Great Pharaoh. Only those who show respect may enter, all others shall be swallowed by the darkness."
"And they expect us to believe that?" Ahmet asked.
"Look, all I know is that we're standing at the entrance to the Pharaoh's tomb."
"But I don't see any entrance, do you?" Mushara asked.
Suddenly the ground underneath them started to move. The three men leapt off to find that they have been standing on a trap door. A trap door which revealed a stairway.
"I knew it," Dr. Moto said. He looked up at the statue. "Boys, meet Horus, Egyptian God and son to Isis and Osiris. It was widely believed that all Pharaohs were given divine powers from Horus."
Down the staircase, the men came to a new chamber. Various walkways led over a deep pit. Sword-wielding statues were stationed at various intervals.
"It doesn't look particularly hard," Ahmet said. "Any child could solve this puzzle."
"Don't be so sure," Dr. Moto said gesturing to the corpses on their side of the passageway. "These guys apparently weren't able to solve it." He kicked one of the skeleton's sword-equipped arms into the pit.
There was no sound.
"Looks like we found the darkness the scripture was talking about, now who would like to go first."
"I volunteer you," Ahmet said. "After all, you seem to be the expert here."
"Let's just leave," Mushara whispered to Ahmet. "It's not worth it. Knowing my luck, I'll be swallowed by the darkness just like that sword."
Ahmet gripped the other man by the shirt. "Listen, we've come too far to turn back now." Ahmet gestured to Dr. Moto, "He will clear the maze then we will claim the prize." Mushara still wasn't so sure until Ahmet opened his bag to reveal the handle of a gun. "And this will make sure there is nobody to get in our way."
As Ahmet walked forward, he stepped on a hidden panel. Immediately the door shut behind them and spikes popped out of either wall and began sliding towards them.
"Do something, Dr. Moto," Ahmet pleaded.
Dr. Moto just looked from the maze to the spikes. Apparently the Nameless Pharaoh wanted them to enter the maze.
Very well, Pharaoh, I accept! Dr. Moto ran onto the walkway and came face-to-face with one of the sword-wielding statues, a sword-wielding statue whose arm started to move in swinging fashion as it approached him. Dr. Moto barely dodged a swing of the blade. "Told you, there's more to this maze than meets the eye." If this truly is a game the Pharaoh is playing with us, then there has to be a solution. Dr. Moto stepped back with his right foot.
The statue stopped.
Dr. Moto stared at the statue curiously and shifted his feet so that the right foot was forward. The statue immediately started up again. "Do something to stop those statues or we'll never make it out of here!" Ahmet pleaded.
Dr. Moto thought back to the statue of Horus in the previous chamber and realized the solution. In Ancient Egypt, the Pharaohs were the earthly vessels of the Egyptian Gods. Therefore, the subjects that they governed had to treat them as gods, meaning showing them respect. All statues in the Pharaoh's tomb were carved with the left foot forward. Because the heart was on the left side of the body, it was like the people were pledging their hearts to the Pharaohs, their gods. Dr. Moto placed his left foot forward and the statue stopped again. "I have a solution," he called to the two Egyptians. "We must walk with our left foots forward. As the sign says, we must show respect to the Pharaoh."
"Are you sure?"
"And what if your theory is wrong?"
"Just do it!" Dr. Moto began shuffling along the pathways, always keeping his left foot forward. Finally, he arrived at the other end. Finally letting go of the breath he had been holding, he turned back to look at the two guides. Ahmet was a little further along then Mushara.
"This isn't too hard," Mushara said and then he looked up to see the statue's glowing red eyes staring down at him. He screamed and stepped back with his left foot. Immediately the statue swung and Mushara fell into the darkness.
"Mushara!" Dumbstruck, Ahmet finished the maze.
"I'm sorry," Dr. Moto said. "But those are the rules of the Shadow Games."
Ahmet immediately trained his gun on Dr. Moto. "You'll pay for that! Now go!"
The two continued down another hallway and came to some more scriptures. "Ye shall now be judged by the creatures of stone," Dr. Moto read. "Only the pure of heart are permitted to past. All others will lose to the darkness."
"Why should I believe this gibberish?" Ahmet asked.
"What other choice do you have?" The two walked through the doorway surrounding the scripture. In the room was a single stone bridge, the bridge had animal creatures carved on them. At the other end up on a pedestal was a gold box about the size of a jewelry box. "Strange, no sarcophagus, if this tomb wasn't designed to hold the Pharaoh's body, what was it designed for?"
"The Pharaoh's Treasure!" Ahmet jabbed his gun into Dr. Moto's back. "Go and get it."
"One mustn't be too hasty," Dr. .Moto said. "After all, we're dealing with a powerful force here."
"No excuses, just go!" As Dr. Moto started to walk across the bridge, Ahmet thought when I am sure there are no traps, I will have no need for him.
Dr. Moto had a feeling he knew what his guide planned but that was secondary. Since he entered the chamber, he felt like someone else was watching them. But whether it was human or otherwise, he couldn't say.
Suddenly a shot rang out. Dr. Moto clutched his left shoulder in pain as blood appeared. He lost his footing and fell over the side, barely able to grab the ledge. He looked up to see Ahmet's sinister smirking face. "Thanks for doing all the work, Dr. Moto, I'll take it from here."
"If you'll excuse me, I have a prize to claim." And he started to walk across the bridge. As he eyed the box, he said, "I'll never want for anything ever again." Suddenly the walkway started to tremble. Ahmet looked down in confusion at the stone etching of a creature. All this talk of creatures and Shadow Games is nonsense. He stomped on the creature's edifice in anger. Suddenly smoke started to emit from the stone. Ahmet watched in horror as the demon creature suddenly came to life, grabbed him in its claw, and swallowed him whole before descending back into the stone.
Dr. Moto couldn't hold on for too much longer. "I guess… this is the end." A light shone above him. Dr. Moto could just barely make out a form standing over him. He looked kind of like himself but much younger. But his clothes… his clothes were those of an Egyptian Pharaoh! The Pharaoh reached down saying, "I've been waiting for you," he said just before Dr. Moto blacked out.
When Dr. Moto awoke, he was laying on the bridge. The carvings had all vanished. Still nursing his wounded shoulder, Dr. Moto finished his trek across the bridge. He slumped against the pedestal. "Looks like I win," he said to nobody in particular. Turning to his right, Dr. Moto saw a bullet lodged in the wall and concluded that the bullet Ahmet shot him with went right through his shoulder which meant the wound wasn't as bad as originally thought. When Dr. Moto looked at the top, he noticed that a section of the top rotated in the circle. Digging in, he pulled out a strange gold-colored circle. "A bracelet? No, it's too thick… it' looks more like an Armlet." There were more scripture on the Armletwhich Solomon read. "By the grace of Osiris, who loved his sister-bride, let two souls torn apart, be joined through love and light. Ah, the most romantic words in the Egyptian language." It was an old Egyptian prayer for star-crossed lovers. The prayer was said to be the most romantic prayer ever conceived.
Suddenly the Armlet started to glow. Solomon was temporarily blinded and when his vision cleared again, he was back outside the tomb. The Armlet had vanished but the box was still in his hands, most likely his prize for completing the Pharaoh's challenge.
Dr. Moto looked down on the box that was glowing. He picked it up. "I too swear by the grace of Osiris that I will keep you safe until you are joined together with that Armlet."
"And I kept that pledge ever since," Solomon Moto finished.
"Wow, Grandpa," Yugi said. "Did you really do all that?"
"More or less," Solomon shrugged. Then he diverted the subject, "It was thanks to that that I was able to escape with a wounded shoulder and a box containing strange pieces, pieces I couldn't put together. But I still vowed to protect it. So tell me, does this interest in my old adventures have anything to do with yours and Harold's trip tomorrow?"
"Of course," Yugi replied. "Before we head out for Egypt tomorrow, I want to learn all there is to know about that place. Grandpa… I don't suppose you would happen to remember where that tomb was, would you?"
"Can't say that I do, that's why I hired those two guys in the first place. The Valley of the Kings is bigger than you think and a lot of those caves look exactly the same."
Yugi sighed disappointed, "Oh well, I just really wanted to see where you found the Millennium Puzzle."
"Not a chance!" Solomon snapped. "I was barely able to escape that place with my life and I was one of the few lucky ones. I feel that this is why the Pharaoh saved my life, so I could deliver the Millennium Puzzle to the one who was destined to solve it: you, Yugi. You're the one destined to help the Pharaoh gain everything that he lost." He placed both of his arms on both of Yugi's shoulders. "He who holds the Millennium Puzzle holds the legacy of the Pharaoh and that's no small task."
"Always remember this: treat every challenge like it's a game. Use your instincts and you will come out on top."
"Playing games is what I do best."
"Good. My adventure's done, but yours has just begun."
A/N: Okay, let me explain some things: first of all, yes, the prayer is what is written on the Armlet. But in case you're wondering about the specifics, Osiris and Isis, in addition to being husband and wife, were also brother and sister. Now to us westerners, that might seem gross but when you think about it, it makes sense to the Egyptians. The gods' blood was divine and said to hold incredible powers but only if it was kept pure. The best way to maintain the gods' lineage and power is to have those with the same blood mingle. Of course, it might also explain why Horus ended up with the head of a bird, huh? ^__^