Dance of the Unicorns

Sand breezed by and a white figure stood, gazing longingly over the land it had once called home. Red eyes tared up as they swept the sand dunes and a sweet laugh erupted from those pale pink lips.

The body twirled, white hair following its movements as the child of Khemet danced in utter joy of being home. Twisting and swaying over the soil where it's hometown use to stand proudly, where the whole episode of hate and sorrow began, where the figure now danced now that it was all over.

Bell like laughter pierced the cold night skies and twirling until his eyesight blurred, Bakura laughed and laughed until his voice was raw and he danced happily until his limbs were sore and couldn't hold him up anymore. His legs filling with fire, his heart, his laughter. He slumped to the ground and laughing and grinning at the skies, hoping the Gods would see his dance, would hear his laughter.

For so long he'd been cursed, thrown away like a piece of dirt, rebutted. After so much that he'd done, for his village his people and his family. What he'd done to avenge their sudden and brutal murder, the Pharaoh was dead, his Priests were dead and yet here he sat, still the Gods would turn away from him with a cold indifference. Ra didn't shine on him like it did for the others of Khemet; instead it burned into him with hate. The moon was pale and the stars didn't shine for him and the wind bit at him like ice.

But he laughed, he sat there and took it knowing he was free and so was Kul Elna.

The winds picked up, like they were angry at his calm and carefree feeling. They wiped up the sands and bit at his skin, but he simply smiled as storm of sand headed straight towards him. Laughing one last time he tilted his head back and grinned at the heavens.

"You just can't stand it can you?" He called out to the Gods. "You hate that I'm now free and your precious Pharaoh failed you! The thieves have won! I've said it before… the darkness never dies."

He winced but his grin never faltered when the storm hit him hard, sending him reeling onto his back. With a last choked breath he managed to taunt his Gods one last time.

"Because my fathers and I are owned by the living warmth of the earth through our naked feet not the Gods."