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The Yu-Gi-Oh! Chronicles
Episode 2: “How Does It Feel?”
Gregory Henry sat in his bedroom, staring at the circular scar on his left wrist. It was the Seal of the Orichalcos, obtained in the duel against Dartz.
Greg had won that duel…but not before he learned the terrible truth: Dartz was his father.
Nothing, not even his newly-won status of King of Games, could have prepared him for such a truth.
Greg buried his face into his hands. Why? Why must it be me? “WHY?!?!” Greg hollered at the ceiling. “WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME?!”
Suddenly, the door burst open. Greg looked wearily and saw that it was Sophia. “You okay?” she asked. “I heard you yelling.”
Greg sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Sophia sat next to him. “You sure? Because you’ve been avoiding us lately.”
“I’m fine, Sophia!” Greg snapped, jerking away from her.
I'm not afraid
of anything
I just need to know that I can breathe
I don't need much of anything
But suddenly, suddenly
Sophia looked at her cousin. “Greg, something is eating you up inside. It needs to come out, or it’ll consume you…like it did to Dartz.”
“Don’t talk about him!” Greg snarled, clenching his left hand to form a fist. “He’s evil…he’s foul…”
“He’s your father” Sophia finished simply.
I am small and
the world is big
All around me is fast moving
Surrounded by so many things
But suddenly, suddenly
Greg stared dumbly at Sophia. “How…?”
Sophia gently took his left hand and held it up for him to see. “The mark, Greg.” She dropped his hand and pointed to his shoulder. “That one, too”
Greg looked at the ground, tears coming out of his eyes.
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel?
Sophia put an arm around his shoulders, giving him a one-armed hug. “Hey, you have nothing to be ashamed of…”
“Yes I do!” Greg’s voice cracked. “My father is a lunatic who wants to take over the world! It’s my responsibility as the King of Games to stop him!”
“Nobody said anything about responsibility when you took the job.” Sophia pointed out.
Greg laughed crazily. “You think that matters?! I’m the strongest duelist around! I’ve got a target on my back!”
I’m young, and I am free
But I get tired, and I get weak
I get lost, and I can’t sleep
But suddenly, suddenly
“Why do you think that?” Sophia asked.
Greg just shook his head. “Every major villain seems to gun for me! Noah, Dartz…”
“Hey, at least Marik isn’t gunning for you” Sophia replied, thinking back to her duel with the Egyptian villain.
“Well then, it’s just a matter of time till he does” Greg snapped.
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel?
Sophia looked pitifully at her cousin. “You’ve had it rough, Greg. But you are the best duelist this Academy has seen in a while. It should be easy, right?”
Greg snorted, his head bowed down. “Yeah…it’s real easy to try and banish your father for all eternity. It’s real easy to watch others get put in danger because of me.”
“So that’s it” Sophia remarked. “You’re scared for Violet!”
“Violet, Jaden, you…” Greg muttered. “All my friends and loved ones…”
Would you comfort me?
Would cry with me?
Greg got up off the bed and walked to the window overlooking the ocean. “You know, I like standing here, looking out there. The ocean…it’s so big, yet it’s never alone. It’s a dangerous force, yet it’s a symbol for peace…”
Sophia got up and joined her cousin. “Just like you”
I am small and the world is big
But I’m not afraid of anything
Greg looked at his left hand and clenched it, making the scar there shin pearly white. “You know, before I came here…I was pretty much alone, a lone fish swimming through the current of life. But now…”
“Now you’ve got friends and family by you.” Sophia finished firmly. “Me, Violet, Jaden…and we’ll stand by you through this. I promise.”
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel?
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel, to be different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel?