"Yugi throw away the puzzle!" He heard Atemu say.
Rays of dark light suddenly burst from it. Yugi felt the force that threatened to break out of it - a threatening, dark force.
"Yugi, do you hear? Throw away the puzzle !!" urged Atemu. Yugi did as he was told. The puzzle shattered on the arena floor. Shadow creatures suddenly filled the air, hissing around, their hissing and whispering resounded threateningly from the walls, penetrating them, penetrating them with their mean, teasing speeches.
Through this ever louder rustling came a scream, high and high-pitched. Immediately the shadows receded, became thinner and finally pulled into the wreckage of the puzzle by a suction. Suddenly there was silence. It fell like cotton wool over her ears.
"What was that?" Tea asked in a trembling voice, her hands still tightly wrapped around her head. She started to howl. Yugi sank to his knees.
"Can we continue the duel another time, please?", he asked Kaiba in a weak voice. He nodded. He was also very white in the face.
"Come on Mokuba," he said. His voice still weakened a little, but with every word the old harshness returned. “We're going.” He turned around. His cloak fluttered like a shadow. Shadow. Yugi shuddered. Mokuba hesitated a moment, then followed his brother.
They picked up the pieces of the puzzle from the floor. It was laborious because the pieces were scattered all over the arena. Eventually they all got back. Yugi put it in his burlap sack. Then they left Kaiba Corp. They were all very silent on the way home. Finally, Tea took heart and asked what was on everyone's lips:
"What was that Yugi?"
"Yeah, what was that? It was horrible.", Joey said.
"And who was screaming like that?" Tristan asked. "Do you know an answer, Yugi? Yugi?"
Yugi just shook her head. He had no idea.
"Maybe it has something to do with your friend the Pharaoh?", said Joey.
“I don't know.” I don't know anything anymore, he added in his mind.
"Put your puzzle back together first. We'll see you at school tomorrow," said Tea.

That scream, he knew who it was: Atemu. His voice had been twisted with fear and pain, but he recognized it. He sighed and went back to putting the puzzle back together.
"Yugi break it up, tomorrow is school," said Grandfather.
"Another part," Yugi muttered. He looked up. "Something strange happened today during the duel with Kaiba. Shadows suddenly came out of my puzzle. Atemu screamed. Do you know what happened there, grandfather?"
"Right away? No, I don't know. Tell me more about it tomorrow, okay?"
Tell more tomorrow ... he still thought and then he closed his eyes.

Somewhere in far-away Egypt two eyes opened. Ancient eyes ...

He didn't know anything. Not where he was, not who he was. His eyes were slowly getting used to the darkness of the room in which he was.The weight of his body weighed heavily as he sat up. He was sitting on a stone gallery in the middle of the room. This was full of treasures from bygone times: gold, diamonds, silk, even a whole chariot was there.
Who am I? he thought. Then he raised his arm to look at him. He was wrapped in linen bandages with sayings and prophecies written on them, in Egyptian. He could read it. There were rings on his wrapped fingers. He looked down at himself, the rest of his body was also prepared in this way, he wore clothes and jewelry over it. One word occurred to him: mummified. And yet. He could feel, he could see - and he could hear his stomach growl. He had to get out of here. He had to know who he was and what had happened. He propped his head in his hands, his fingers touching the cold metal of his crown.
Who am I? I had to be dead. You don't mummify a living person. But why do I feel, why can I move?I need help. Who helps me?
Almost automatically, he got up and walked around. First he had to get out of here. From the deck there was a ray of light on the gallery on which he had been lying. He hadn't noticed that just now. There had to be an opening there. He found a cloak and threw it on. How did he get up there now? Huge statues stood on the walls of the room. He climbed a huge monster figure to the ceiling. The opening he found was just big enough for him.
A little later he was standing in the hot desert sand. Far and wide was nothing but sand, sand, sand. He had a choice: he could go back to the chamber and die of thirst there sooner or later or he could try to find water. He chose the latter. The sand was still warm, but the night was freezing. It had been a good idea to take the cloak with you, otherwise it would have frozen to death. Frozen to death in the desert. How stupid.

When they found the old stone tablet they were the happiest men in the world.And when Seto Kaiba bought her, she was completely lucky. The ancient stone tablet with the image of the white dragon was two meters long and one and a half meters wide and now it adorned the outer facade of the Kaiba Corp.
Cisara had no idea of ​​any of this when she woke up. All she knew was that she was cold and that she was definitely no longer in Egypt. She got up. Everything was strange here. The people dress their language, the strangely neatly built houses. And the writing. A man with a strange frame on his nose came up to them. She couldn't see his eyes through this frame. It was not possible to see what kind of person was hiding behind this frame, because the mirror of his soul, his eyes, were covered.
"I'm sure you're here about the job too, aren't you?" He said coolly. Strange. She understood this language like her own, but she did not understand the meaning of his words.
"Just come with me, I'll show you where you have to go," said the man when she didn't answer.She followed him into the building. It was unusually high, just like the others. Whoever was in there, she hoped he would help her.
"Just sit down with the others.", The man said bored and pointed to a group of young girls. None of them spoke a word. It was clear that they were competitors. But what were they competing for? There were two men at the door. A third came in.
"Have a seat," he said gently to her. Then he raised his voice and said loudly, "Mokuba Kaiba will hear you all in a moment and then decide which of you will be shortlisted."
The word "Kaiba" caught her eye. In Egypt there had been a priest with that name, a priest of the White Roof. She had known him, she had loved him.
The man stepped aside and a twelve-year-old with long black hair entered. Cisara paused. He didn't look like Kaiba overblown.
"So." he said."My brother is often in a bad mood, so if you don't have good nerves, you can leave right away." He looked around. Two shy girls got up and ran to the door.
Mokuba nodded. "Good. I'll call in one after the other and have a little chat with you. Then we'll see. The first, please." He went into the next room. A tall woman followed him with energetic steps. After two minutes, however, she came out again.
"Next one, please.", She growled and left. So it went on, some stayed, others went straight home.
"Next, please," came the fifteenth time. "Hello! The next one !!"
"That's you," Cisara whispered to a girl. In fact, she was the only one who hadn't been on it yet. She got up. "Bad mood" sounded a lot like Kaiba, but was it really him?
"Have a seat," said Mokuba, determined for the don't-know-how many times.
"So first a little introduction: We make ultra-modern toys.our greatest success so far has been the duel disk designed by my brother himself. Surely you have heard of it? "
Cisara nodded. They had no idea what he was talking about. Mokuba continued, "Your job would be to keep the files tidy and also to make sure they are always in the right places. One moment please."
A man bent down to him and whispered something in his ear. "I'll be right back," announced Mokuba. After two minutes he actually came back.
"Where did I stop?" He asked. Cisara chose to be polite.
"You said that ..." then she literally repeated what Mokuba had said. His eyes got bigger and bigger, then he gasped for air.
"You have the job," he said.

It was hot here as always and they still hadn't found anything. If his suspicions were correct, he would have to track down the secret of the origins of Duel Monsters. Maximilian Pegasus had long since withdrawn from the Duel Monsters card business.He was only interested in the Egyptian origin and the connection to the present of this game.
"Mr. Pegasus, someone is lying in front," his guide announced. Pegasus raised his right eyebrow. "Well, I mean, you don't usually just lie around in the desert, right? Is he alive?" He asked.
The guide moved closer and suddenly backed away.
"What is it now? Is he still alive or not?"
"He's alive. But the way he looks, he should have been dead by now !!!!",
“Oh my God, don't be like that.” Pegasus stepped up to his pale guide.
"Well, who wrapped him up?" He asked. Then he looked astonished.
"And? Will we take him with us?" Said the guide.
"I do," said Pegasus, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. "We're just waiting for the helicopter."

"Well, I see you have the puzzle back together," said Tea. Before Yugi could answer, the doorbell rang at the first lesson and class began."Anyone not doing their homework?" The teacher asked, bored. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"This is your new classmate Cisara. Be nice to her, I have work to do." RUMS door closed. It was always like that. The headmaster wasn't a particularly nice person, just like the copy before them.
“Sit next to Yugi, the place is free.” That was true. Last week the teacher had implemented Joey so that he could "bring his own achievements". The girl was very pretty and Yugi had seen her somewhere before. Cisara apparently knew him too, but where from? At first she looked a little scared, but then she sat down.
"Quiet work, page 54." the teacher announced and