Prologue

He wasn't aware of much in the ring those first few centuries. Sometimes he would awaken to darkness and think about his loss against the Pharaoh. He went over the battle hundreds of thousands of times. Planning what he would do next time to ensure his revenge. Other times he would awaken to the voice of the darkness, filling his soul with more darkness and hatred. Sometimes he wouldn't actually awaken, but be trapped nightmares that were really memories. His favorite way to wake up was to the feeling of some idiot, greed filled mortal trying on the ring. He never let them live through the mistake and it was nice to release some energy burning a mortal to a crisp. But as the years went by he started to wake up less and less. He rarely woke up, one or two idiots would try, but that was about it. He couldn't tell how many years past but he was sure it was over a 1,000 years.

When he was awoken again it was to someone picking up the ring, but unlike the last few times of someone picked up the ring. This person wasn't filled with greed, simply curiosity and after listening to another man, skepticism. A currency of money was exchanged and the Spirit felt his gold prison being placed into a bag. He didn't care the calling of the ring eventually got to every holder of it. It was only matter of time before the temptation would be to much and this man like so many others would be a burning corpse.

The Spirit didn't get a chance this time though, because before he knew it the ring was being placed in a box and moving. That was all he was able to tell with his limited perception of things outside of the ring. He ended up on a plane, for the first time leaving his homeland of Egypt and being sent to a rainy little place where a little white haired boy was celebrating his 6th birthday.

The young boy named Ryou Bakura opened his birthday present from his father. He was a little disappointed that he wasn't there to give it to him in person, but it was something from Egypt so it had to be cool. This wouldn't be the last gift he got in the mail from his father, but it was the most important one. Ryou ripped away the packaging to see a shiny piece of gold. It was a large golden ring with a triangle in the middle and an eye on it, the ring had five spikes around it and was tied to old rope. Ryou immediately put it on. The Spirit in the ring was surprised no one so young had ever tried on his ring and then he was even more shocked to find out that he couldn't burn this boy. After thousands of years he found someone worthy of the ring, he had found his host.

Ryou liked the feeling of the ring on his chest the gold was surprisingly warm. He turned to his little sister Amane showing her the ring. The two year old seemed entranced by the item staring at it for a while before laughing and clapping her hands. After showing his sister the ring Ryou went back to opening his other presents, some from his grandparents, a few his Mum rapped for him and one with a scribbly piece of paper on it supposed to be from his little sister, but was really from his Mum. He got some cool gifts like a few new VHS's, some books on ghosts, and new action figures.

The Ring was his favorite gift that year and he refused to take it off for weeks after. Showing it to everyone. The Spirit got settled into his host during these first few weeks. He went through many of Ryou's memories, eventually grasping an understanding of what little his host knew about the language that was spoken nowadays. The Spirit also looked through memories explaining modern things. The kid's knowledge of how things worked was lacking, but the Spirit at least gain a basic understand of what cars, TVs, and phones were.

During the first two weeks the two residents were ignorantly oblivious to the others doings. That all change when Ryou had the great idea of using the Ouija board (that he also got for his birthday) to contact the dead. Of course he was still wearing the Ring when he did this and ended up opening contact between the two distant souls.