Your name is Anon, a duelist of New Domino City, and you're currently dreaming of a world inhabited by duel monsters spirits. You never bought into that idea that Duel Monsters Spirit World exists, but yet every now and then you dream about the place you are certain does not exist. Strangely enough a younger version of yourself, no older than five at the least, is walking amongst the spirits generally having fun. This reoccurring dream is normally very short-lived and you can barely remember fragments of it most of the time. Tonight is different.
Tonight the dream is completely vivid and feels more like a memory. Almost as if you were actually in the spirit world at one point during your childhood.
"Come on, Anon. I have a gift for you back at my home." You hear a female spirit say to you. And there she was. The popular for obvious reasons Dark Magician Girl. The female Magician has served as your guide during your stay in this world, and the two of you had an absolute blast together. Your younger self wished you could have spent the rest of your days by her side.
The spirit took you by the hand and led you through a green field to her abode. Whoever built it couldn't have made it scream "wizards live here!" even if they used a spell to make the building grow a mouth. She later admitted that it wasn't actually her house, Dark Magican and Dark Sage were allowing her to stay until she finished her tutelage under them.
She brought you to a room filled with tomes which were assuredly magical in nature, and drew a symbol on the hand she held on the trip here.
"There all done! When you get older this will help you with the ladies, Anon." She assured you in a sweet voice accompanied by a smile which was betrayed by the devious glint in her eyes. Before you could question her the dreams ends, and you are wide awake to a very unsettling sight.
Your left hand is now on fire. You immediately begin panicking. You put your legs to good use as you rush to your bathroom in hopes that running water will be able to put this flame out. Had you been in a less frantic state you would have noticed the fire around you hand wasn't hurting earlier.
You hurried to the bathroom sink, wasting no time to turn turn the water on and to place your burning hand underneath it. After several minutes of this the fire refuses to go away much to your utter confusion. It's not really hurting you for some reason so what gives? To only as more to your confusion the fire's color changes into a dark blue with what appears to pink hearts surrounding it.
Did someone drug you without you noticing it?
"It's finally time for my gift to be used, Anon." You heard a voice say coming from the fire. You know that voice. It's the same one you heard from your dream. Soon the image of the Dark Magican Girl manifested in the fire.
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