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Tales of Duelmonster - Chapter1 ; A Tale of 4 Souls Part 1 -Freed
August 29, 2006

Intro :

Well guys, I’ve decided to return to my original love, the art of story telling. One of the many things that I’ve got going in the works, and I think, potentially the best. Those of you familiar with my story ‘The Great Tale’ will know where I’m coming from on this, and may even have insight onto how the story may progress in the near future, lucky you. If you are one of those said fortunate then you will know how this story is based. Set in a land of ‘Duelmonster’ , a fictional place where the monsters are alive, and living their lives. It’s much like Lord of the rings, except starring the cards as characters. Through the actual progression of the story , I hope to build up a selection of characters into a pretty epic in length, 13 - Chapter series. How I do this will vary. In some instances I may write a whole chapter ( which will be VERY rare, these things are big.) and in some cases, I may divide these chapters into ‘Parts’ for convenience, or if a chapter is particularly long. It’s going to be quite a journey guys, but you should like it. I’m writing to entertain.

I should now warn you, that this may get dark. I’m best at writing horror, and that’s where I get my ideas from. So if you don’t like the words ‘severed’ and ‘torso’ being strummed together, I advise you to look away occasionally. The word ‘severed’ will be you’re clue as to what’s coming next by the way. But on the whole, this is a fantasy romp set in a fantasy world, with a target audience of the teenage population, so, without further ado ( and I do) lets get on with it shall we?

=( DISCLAIMER ; I don’t claim for these characters to be my own , and are in no way relevant or endorsed by Konami or UDE, in fact I haven’t even told them about it. It’s purely un official, and just some entertaining fan fiction to pass the time. Enjoy)=

Tales of Duelmonster - Chapter 1 ; A Tale of 4 Souls Part 1 ; - Freed.

Long ago, before the great dividing , before the concept of war was even devised, there existed the original Duelmonster. A beautiful place, the epitome of tranquillity where man and beast co -existed in harmony. Filled with huge landscapes of mountainous areas, rivers, farmland, forests and even oceans, all united towards the greater cause of the country. The inhabitants were free from persecution, free from prejudice. Duelmonster was a country with order, and honour, a place where mechanisation didn’t take over the agricultural developments, and where the magic was still as true, and the sword just as deadly as any gun, and yet war was not an option. People duelled for honour, not revenge or rage, or greed. Duelmonster was free from such matters. Duelmonster was a land to be cherished, and a land to be protected. It’s many towns infamous with certain art forms, all coming together to form some of the most breathtaking and unreal places on Earth. The architectural developments and uniqueness made the place what it was, and identified and reflected the moods and beliefs of the buildings inhabitants. Each town was completely original and void of any other inspiration from other towns or places, giving each village visited its own unique feel. And the buildings that were developed were soo brilliantly done, so fantastic, even the most simple of basic homes made could compare with the most beautiful of Castles in terms of originality and unique beauty. Duelmonster was a place where even the dead lived on and rejoiced in their afterlife, and was a place where all was good. The important thing to remember though, is that Duelmonster was a place where people were happy, be they Farmers or Knights. None grieved, and none envied. They were more than satisfied with what they had, and never strived for more, partly because of the lack of necessity , but mainly because of each person’s fondness for each other, and their love for their family. Unfortunately, this was not to be the case forever . The laws of time dictates that all must come to an end, eventually. Life, wealth, and even peace. Unfortunately for Duelmonster, time for all of this came pre maturely.

The ‘Great dividing’, as it became known, was the defining point in the age of man. Where the heavens themselves opened and put it upon themselves to decide those that were evil , and those that were pure. It is unknown why they did this, no one would dare to even consider questioning the decision of the God’s, but upon the Division, it was rumoured to be the result of a summoning spell gone wrong. And as these things tend to do, rumour became myth, and myth became Legend until eventually it was commonly known by every mortal soul, and twisted to suit the needs of those beyond that. The Great dividing brought about the end of the peaceful years and plunged into darkness. A century elapsed until all memory of anything proceeding the Great Divide was lost. Man was divided and transform by the gods, those with even remote desires of a selfish nature transformed through the God’s power into vile, hideous demons, those who were pure were left alone, although broken now that their families and loved ones had been transformed into this new concept… ‘Enemies….’.

Even the dead weren’t spared of the divide. Those that choose to reside on Earth were judged by the gods in the same way and forced to either decay into the flesh as their bodies aged, or to leave the mortal plane and find their way to join the God’s in a place almost as high as their own heaven. The dead’s ghost’s that lingered were given form, and forced to plague the Earth in a form filled with pain , and irritation, and armed with the knowledge that they would never receive the blessing and release of a second death. Their agony was eternal, and they had no choice but top go along with it. Regardless of academic prowess, the Angels were forced into deep study and meditation. Duelmonster became a land twisted and separated into many different regions. Even the beasts were judged by their actions and their souls, and then transformed into a wide array of fantastic creatures , from Minotaurs to Dragons. Duelmonster was ravaged by change until it wasn’t even recognisable any more, and each new creature and person alike moved out, desperately trying to seek a place in the new order.

The years that passed saw further changes in Duelmonster. The fiend’s collaborated and quickly rose to power, desolating villages one at a time , expanding their empire until eventually they ruled a huge proportion of the land. They were a force to be reckoned with, but little did they no that eventually their reckless and cruel behaviour would spell their downfall.

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The town of Gae was well known in Duelmonster for its fine, strong and cunning warriors, and its buildings reflected this. Sandstone and straw-thatch cottages sparsely dominated the area, each elegantly erected, and beautifully designed, and each as old as the town itself.

The brick - work had been made so that with each house, it varied subtlety and gave each building its own unique charm. No house exceeded two floors in height, in fact, most were content with being only bungalows, the only exception the town hall, a marvellous accomplishment by any standards, a magnificent building that was the figurehead of the great town. Built from a wide assortment of sandstone carvings, each brick had its own character engraved within it, some resembling children, others fish, bears, dragons, trees and all sorts of weird and wonderful things that gave every wall its character. The carved statue - bricks had been arranged so delightfully that its was as though each wall told a separate story. Vines grew all along the old masterpiece, filing in the cracks time had worn in, and giving the entire cottage an entire sense of character. The thatched roof had undoubtedly withstood the test of time and was still as in tact as the day it was weaved, although granted it was still a little worse for wear. Within the quaint walls was an even more breathtaking site. On the reverse of the ornate carvings extruding from the outer wall was the finest weavings ever witnessed by the eyes of a mortal man. Exact in every detail to the point where a person would easily mistake them for a real life image, the tapestry’s beauty knew no bounds, depicting the rise of the Angels and the fall of man into the dark. No one knew of their origin, but upon witnessing their splendour, no none ever questioned that here, within the walls of the Gae town hall , surrounded by all the outer beauty , is where they’d belong. The tapestry itself was only rivalled in its beauty and ironic tragedy by another part of the Town hall in Gae, the ornate , glass window.

Rumours of the Tapestry of Gae had reached relatively far and wide, but the legend of the window dwarfed that. Everyone in Duelmonster knew of , or at least had heard of this awesome work of art, its beauty, its majesty, and it’s splendour. To look upon the glass and not be moved was a sure sign of a lack of soul, something unheard of in Gae. It seemed to radiate a warm, comforting energy that had been known, on occasion, to soothe the soul of even the fiercest of beasts, or the overwhelming grief and guilt people are known to feel. People so adored the window that it was cherished as if it were a god itself. Again, as with the tapestry, no one knew where the window actually came from, but yet again no one cared. Even when an inkling of this came to someone, the energy radiating from it was enough to quell these hostile feelings

The Window shown the coming together of 3 dragons of which no one knew of. One was pitch black , and surrounded by a glowing green energy. To gaze directly at this monster for a long period of time had been known to have the reverse effect upon the person in question as opposed to the effect the entire picture had itself. If people stared for too long at that particular dragon they were known to reflect deeply upon their past experiences and be shown all the damage they had brought upon others, as the consequences of these actions. This then was followed by an instant sense of peace and calm, and acceptance of what had been.

To look upon the second of the dragons specifically also had a variation of the effect portrayed y the entire piece. If you stared long enough, people found that they derived some inspiration from it and produce exceptional work from it. So well known was this that it was theorised by the women of the town that this in fact could have prompted the creation of both the Town hall and the Tapestry, both two mighty creations, almost beyond mortal man.

The third dragon in the Window had, as expected , another effect that gave an empowering feeling to the beholder. Instead of acceptance and inspiration, this particular dragon bestowed a sense of mad passion within any that gazed for a long period of time. This dragon was valued highly as well as the others, and was another reason the window was so prized.

On a sunny day, the window gleamed and bathed the entire hall with a dizzyingly beautiful light that made the room particularly calming. This was when the window’s power was at its fullest. The whole room could then bathe in the radiance of its splendour. Sadly this was not the case today.

‘SILENCE !’ bellowed the Major as he slammed his hammer into his desk , the din in the room suddenly ceased. It was raining outside, a storm was brewing. The rain lashed at the stain glass window, putting a large damper on the majesty of it.

‘Nothing was going to make it lighten this night… ‘,Freed thought to himself. ‘Except maybe a stray bolt of lightning.’ The fierce knight sat there, arms folded, legs crossed in his reflective azure armour , his gold hair falling on his face as he stared at the benevolent window. He was a battle scarred warrior on the inside, bitter, and quick to anger, but also very wise. His outer appearance reflected this. The storm was getting to a point where even if he stared long enough it wouldn’t grant him any warm feeling. Freed looked around. His townspeople were all up in arms, yelling in fury, fear , and frustration at the ever - enraged Mayor. Even Grace, Freed’s beautiful wife was taunting the pompous, round man. His balding face reddening, his arguments spread across the whole court.

‘He’s going to lose this….’, Freed thought to himself once more. ‘Especially with Grace on his case…’

The Town hall had erupted again. Outcries of ‘How far away ARE the fiends?’ and ‘What are you going to do about it?’ thundered in the town hall. His reserve fading, the Major buried his head in his hands. Freed looked back up, then turned to Grace. She hadn’t noticed him, she was still yelling her concerns at the now trembling, and Child - like Major. As she stood there, raving at the cowardice of this man, Freed couldn’t help but think how much he loved her, and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Suddenly, without warning, a huge bolt of lightning struck the Town Hall, and sent off the most phenomenal roar. The whole room fell silent, or at least no one heard anything over the deafening blast of the lightning bolt. The storm had reached breaking point. This was it.

Not to far away, the Fiend forces were making their way towards Gae. The fiends were amongst the foulest creatures in all of duel monsters. Their faces twisted, and evil, their bodies near naked, exposing their battle scars, and wounds that had gone septic. Boil covered, demonic, fear - provoking and heartless, it was no wonder they had amassed so much land throughout their conquests. Every feature of them was defined, most with hideous, scarred faces, long jaws, poor hygiene and a stench that could shrivel a flowerbed.

As they moved further towards Gae, the tent on the back of the Infernal incinerator carrying the Goblin King was shaking violently. Inside horrific screams could be heard, and the silhouette of some sort of winged creature being subjected to a blade across this arm. Quickly followed by the unmistakable outcry of ‘PLEASE, I have no more to give !!’

Suddenly the incinerator can to a halt. They’d arrived. The Goblin king left his tent and walked forward, wiping his mouth clean with his sleeve somewhat snobbishly. He looked like a small green devil like creature in stature, being scarcely 3 feet tall, and was dressed in an un-flattering pink robe, laced with fluffy wool, and bore a small purple crown upon his head. To the casual observer, it might appear odd that the Goblin King was anything other than a lackey in the fiend army , let alone leader of a small section of it. Still , a casual observer would never realise the true power of the Goblin King, for you see the Goblin King receives more power depending on the number of fiends he surrounds himself with, and as long as they remain loyal he becomes nearly un-defeat able, especially considering the size of his troops. Hastily, the Goblin king ordered the troops descent.

Out of the shadows they charged towards Gae, the Claw Reacher’s being the first to strike, hitting the thatched roofs and brickwork, and tearing them apart as if they were nothing, their metallic armour glistening in the moonlight, and their extendable claws retracting and then acting once more. Then Mystic Clown struck, blasting his dark lightning from his hands and laughing maniacally, his body full of eyes staring into everything. This was followed by 3 headed Geedo and the Dark titan of terror’s assaults. Eventually, between them and the other fiends, Gae was in ruins. The fiend’s delighted in their torture of the town, and then made their way towards the last remaining building - The Town Hall.

Meanwhile, deep inside the Town Hall, the villagers were petrified, shivering with fear, only Freed stood, sword drawn, preparing to make the first strike. Women murmured, children cried, but the room was silent. Freed could hear his own heart beating rhythmically as he heard the fiend forces approach. They drew nearer. Freed could hear their footsteps. The closer they got the tighter he gripped his drawn sword, and the faster his heart beat. He gulped in frustration and fear. They were outside the door. Without warning , the door burst open through a mystical dark blast, Freed was flung across the room and fell into near unconsciousness, concussed . ’FREED !!’ yelled Grace as she ran over to him. They both looked to the door, the fiend forces were there, and in the doorway stood the Goblin king, finger out , glowing in the same colour that had struck Freed. On Goblin Kings word the fiends swarmed in, weapons drawn and forced the rest of the townspeople to the wall. Goblin King, first checking his surroundings for an obstacle or familiar face, proceeded to make his way down the hall to the Major’s deck. Grabbing the trembling man by the scruff of his collar , he lifted him considerably high in the air for both of their comparative sizes.

‘Are you the Major of this town worm?’ the Goblin King sneered in his high, nose - throat voice. The whimpering man nodded as best he could. ‘Then I order your surrender on behalf of Dark Ruler Ha Des to the fiend army.’ The Major hesitated, and turned his neck to the wounded Freed. Noticing this, the Goblin King looked too. ‘There’s no use in turning your attention to this wounded creature ‘ sneered the Goblin King as he readied the blast to finish him off.

‘NO !!’ Grace screamed as she hurled herself in front of her fallen husband, arms outstretched, forming a make shift shield over him.

‘Foolish girl…’ the Goblin King murmured as he readied his blast on her. Suddenly a huge bolt of lightning hit the Town hall for the second time, striking the plate glass window. Instead of being shattered the Window shined intensely . The light that came off it was near blinding, all of them sheltered their eyes from its radiance but the effect brought about a change in the fiend forces. Their weapons fell to their side, and they’d changed from their maniacal selves from before.

‘It’s beautiful’ they all mouthed at once, staring, jaws down at the radiant light, all except one. The Goblin King was not impressed, turning his out pointed finger from Grace, and up to the window he released his blast and shattered to mirror to shards. The room fell silent and dark again, and a chill from the night air entered in through the gaping hole in the wall. The Goblin King laughed maniacally and turned his attention towards Grace. With another point from his finger he shot another blast, Grace’s body fell to the ground.

‘Noooooo!!!’ Freed roared as he quickly rose to his trembling feet. The Goblin King smirked and readied his finger when he was struck with an astonishing light from the hole where the window he’s destroyed used to be. To his amazement he found he couldn’t move. ‘Now !!’ Freed yelled at his townspeople, ‘United We stand, divided we fall !!’ With that he charged at the stunned fiend forces who where oppressing him, and the villagers did the same. The alarmed fiend forces tried their best to fight back, destroying some of their opposition, but eventually were overcome, with each strike from the townspeople’s revolt slightly diminishing the glow of the Goblin King’s finger, until eventually it went nearly all together.

When the last fiend had been defeated , the strange light from the window vanished, leaving the Goblin King free to move again. He turned his attention on Freed and shot what could only be described as a spark towards Freed’s armour, barely making a scratch. He looked around, his forces were all gone, lying there on the ground in front of him, lifelessness in their eyes. The Goblin King looked at Freed in terror, and Freed looked back in pure fury. Freed readied his sword and swung, tears filling his eyes, but all he struck was the king’s robe, The Goblin had vanished.

Freed fell to his knees and mourned his fallen wife. The remaining villagers did the same, no one dared speak, no one dared move. All night they sat there, in silence. Was it over? No, it was more likely that it had just begun.