“Who are you?” Presley demanded looking at the girls who were holding him back.
“I’m July Mutou-Potter, these are my sisters, May and June.” She indicated each of them in turn.
“Let go.” Presley shook her hand off of his arm.
“You were going to walk straight into the hands of a rather powerful Necromancer.” July scowled, poking her head around the corner and looking at the group assembled on the pier, “Why?”
Presley stared for a moment, confused.
“You can trust us, we don’t particularly like Necromancers.” May smiled and winked at him.
“Scarab’s going to kill Ja-Kal if I don’t go to him.” The twelve year old just wanted them to leave. Noon was approaching fast and if he didn’t do something…
“Why does he need you so badly?” June asked, shuffling through a deck of Duel Monster cards and pull one out, calling on the monster on it to appear.
Presley stared at Gaia, the Fierce Knight for a moment before stammering, “I…I have something he wants.”
“Is it something you should give up?” July asked, summoning an Obnoxious Celtic Guardian, considering their chances of being able to rescue the prisoner. She didn’t think it would be too much of a problem, but they had to get to ‘Ja-Kal’ before someone inflicted harm…
“No…”
“Then let us help. Perhaps we can distract him, say we have it instead perhaps, while you free your friend.”
“You can’t have it, only I can.” Presley shook his head.
“What is it?” May giggled, “We’re pretty good at faking things.”
Presley hesitated.
“We can’t help if you don’t tell us.” June pointed out.
“He wants the soul of the Pharaoh.” The twelve year old gave up, figuring the girls wouldn’t believe him anyway.
For some strange reason all three girls froze and wheeled on him with look that held him firmly in place. “The soul of the Pharaoh?” June asked incredibly carefully. “What do you mean by that?”
“I don’t have time to explain.”
“You’re not going out there until you do.” June’s tone was fierce.
“Please…”
“No.”
“I’m the reincarnation of Rapses, who was an Egyptian Prince and his soul’s in me. Scarab wants me to do some spell for him, to give him immortality, because I’m the only Pharaoh…”
“You’re not.” June shook her head.
“What?” Presley looked confused.
“You’re not the only Pharaoh. My father is a Pharaoh, as was my Grandfather, and his mother and her father.” She noticed the look Presley was giving her. “Trust me, we’ll introduce you when there’s more time.”
“You’re serious?” Presley asked, shocked.
“Deadly.” July nodded, “What can we do to help?”
Presley hesitated for a moment, looking towards the sky, where the eclipse was beginning, then turned to them, “Do you have any flying monsters?” He asked with a small grin.
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