Prologue

Prologue

The moon was bright, but the thick clouds enveloping it made it dark.

Darker than night. Dark like an abyss…

Down the alleys of Aequitas, the main city, a man in a long, ragged leather jacket walked. To say this man was just walking was an understatement.

In fact, he was hunting.

Not in the way you would like to think though. He had no knife, gun, or weapon of obvious choice. All he had was his duel disk, with a full deck of cards ready and waiting.

The man paused all of a sudden, listening to the still, night air…. He had heard something.

Not something, but someone.

Somewhere a woman was crying out for help, somewhere close by. The man grinned, and he quickened his pace.

He turned a few streets and walked around a few corners until he found what he was after. Down one alley he saw a common thief attacking a poor woman. From where he was standing, the man could see that he was trying to grab her purse.

“You there,” the man said.

The thief turned towards the man; the woman seized the opportunity and ran. As the thief saw this he turned to run after her, but the man leather jacket seized him by the shirt.

“Yeah, what do you want?” the thief asked, trying to squirm out of the man’s grip. But it still held strong.

“I want to offer you an opportunity.” The man in the leather coat asked.

“An opportunity? For what? You just cost me a night’s work and….”

The man in the leather coat cut him off, “I would like to offer you an opportunity that can save you.”

The thief stopped trying to wriggle his way out, paying close attention, “From whom?”

“From me,” the man in the leather coat asked.

The thief looked angry, “What is this, come kind of joke? Let me go…”

“I will if you win it in a duel. This duel would be on my terms, and mine alone. Do you accept my challenge?” the man in the leather coat asked.

After a brief pause for thought, the thief said, “Fine.” He said it almost if he was defeated if he didn’t. Maybe he would have been.

The two stepped away from each other, gave enough room for each other’s holographic field.

The thief took out a duel disk from his backpack, and put if on his arm. After tossing the bag out of his way, he took out the deck from his coat pocket and shoved it into the deck slot.

Both players raised their left arms and readied themselves for the match that would start shortly.

“Duel!” both said, and they each drew five cards…

To Be Continued…