Ancient Arms and Return of the Seal

Ancient Arms and Return of the Seal
The Kingdom of the Elves
Author’s Notes: Takes place in a Fantasy world were Light Elves, Night Elves, Humans, Demons (think Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakusho type), along with various types of half breeds revive an ancient alliance to stop a threat centuries old (no idea what it will be yet but then again I have time seeing how the first few chapters will take place when some of the main characters for the most part are young.
By the way the idea was inspired through watching one of the trailers for the new World of Warcraft game. I don’t play the game but my siblings, their significant others, and my daddy do.
Thanks to my bud Kitsune for the title idea. Thanks to her and Promising for talking me through stuff for the story.

I do NOT own any of the YUGIOH characters

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Tearia was riding in a carriage to the Temple of the Moon, it had been a long day and the rain was pouring down in sheets making it nearly impossible to see in the dark night. The carriage came to a sudden halt and Tearia tightening the cloak around her stepped out into the night.

“What is it?” she asked the driver holding the hood over her face securely.

“There is a body in the road my lady,” said the driver.

Moving swiftly Tearia stood before the carriage and nearly gasped in surprise. There was the body of a young girl of four summers soaked to the bone in the middle of the road. She moved until she was crouching next to the body and gently brushed the long tangled hair from the child’s face. She was a dark elf and Tearia could feel great power coming from her.

“We shall take this child with us to the Temple of the Moon,”
decreed Tearia. “There we shall care for her.”

“Yes lady,” said the carriage driver lifting the child into his arms and placing her inside the carriage. He leapt back up to his place and the carriage was off into the dark night which already seemed to be letting the rain up.

“A good sign,” whispered Tearia to the little child in the seat across from her. “A good sign indeed little one. For soon you will be home where you belong and those hidden gifts of yours will be known. Perhaps you will even rise to your place in this world. Poor little broken child soon you will be everything that you never were and everything you ever will be.”

Tearia would be right of course, the girl would be great, but for now and in the few years to come the girl would need to be tamed, and that taming would not be easy. Of course, when the young princeling of the Elvian Empire came into the picture things would get interesting indeed.

Shrieks filled the air which was quickly followed by a splash. Tearia dashed into the room and saw some of the female servants of the Temple of the Moon scrubbing down the child and removing the dirt from her face. The child was nude and drenched in water her black, tangled hair sticking to her face, her small body, and the floor. One of the Elvian women was seating behind her and brushing her locks out; whenever the woman came across a tangle, which was often, the girl would hiss and start fidgeting.

Tearia smiled and watched the woman finish before another one slipped the girl into a simple white tunic and then cut her hair to midback before braiding it. It was now time for the young one to get some rest, because tomorrow training would begin and it would not be easy.

On everyone.

The next two years was mainly focused on taming the child, Arora, while occasionally training her in the ways of the moon. By the time the girl had ten summers she was well on her way to reaching her first stage has becoming an official priestess apprentice of the moon.

The King and his court were required to show up on a priestess’ moonaning, where a priestess moved from one stage to the next, there where five ever five years: apprentice, priestess apprentice, priestess, Priestess mage, and High Priestess which only one woman could enter into until her death. It was time for the apprentice girls to take the step into becoming a priestess apprentice; they would spend the entire week making preparations and passing tests under the eye of the King and his court to prove they were ready for this step.

It was mid afternoon when the young senior princling was walking through the gardens of the moon and came across the girl Arora. Yami had three summers more then Arora. He watched her pick the herbs for the ceremony she would help with that night and smiled.

“Hello,” said Yami.

“Hello Prince Yami,” said Arora bowing to the young prince.

Yami walked over to her and noticed that the girl tensed but he simply reached for her basket that contained the herbs. “I do not remember seeing you during the last moonaning.”

“I was found a few years ago,” said Arora, has the two of them started walking back to the temple. “Lady Tearia has been raising me ever since then.”

Akunumkanon and his sister, Tearia watched the two Elvian youths walk along the path. They smiled slightly, at the children but it was quickly replaced by a stern look. They knew what was happening and what would turn out to be a problem later.

“This could be a problem later, with her having to be the High Priestess at the time of my death,” said Tearia.

“Besides,” said Akunumkanon. “Even though they most make love in order for him to receive the crown.”

“Much like you did with my predecessor before marrying her twin sister?” asked his sister interrupting him.

Akunumkanon coughed and looked away; it had been coincidence that the former High Priestess and his queen had been identical twins. He had gotten the better deal by marrying the girl he loved and having two children with her. “You know that the ceremony could increase the attraction they feel between each other. Perhaps it would be best if we try and keep them apart has much has possible.”

“Perhaps,” agreed his sister.

But the two teenagers would not have it one way or another they managed to sneak around their duties to see each other. They would sneak out and then guided by the light of the silvery moon make their way to a forest clearing between the palace and the temple and there exchange forbidden kisses and words of love. Their hands wandered everywhere and anywhere above the clothing but they were careful not to cross the line of desire that was clear cut. They knew that kissing in secret was one thing but coupling was another thing entirely and not one they were willing to proceed into.

They lay on the forest floor with Yami’s cloak covering them and protecting them from the cold. His fingers trailed slowly through her long black hair his eyes were trained on the moon; while hers were trained on the dark shadows of the forest.

“Change is coming,” she whispered softly.

“Hhmm?” asked Yami looking down at her. “What do you mean change?”

“A great change is coming,” she replied in answer to his question.

“That helps,” muttered Yami in irritation.

Arora sighed and leaned up placing her lips onto his mouth, kissing him apologetically. “I do not know what change, just that it is great.”

“Well then,” said the young prince and future king. “Let us wait and see what happens.”

Court of the Light Elves__________________________________________

The court of the light elves shone brightly underneath the burning sun and the great king Arthor sat upon his throne while his grandchild Rebecca, stood beside him. Mai and Varon, two great hunters, Mystic, the High Priestess of the Sun, and a warrior, Tristan, knelt before the king waiting for their orders.

“Mai, Varon, Tristan,” began to ailing king. “I want the three of you to escort High Priestess Mystic to the Court of the Night Elves it is their junior prince’s birthday and we have been invited to attend. Granddaughter?”

“Yes, grandfather,” said his blonde haired granddaughter, his only living blood relative, has she moved to kneel before him and take his hand tenderly in her own. “What is it?”

“Give the great Night Elf King my regards for not being there.”

“Yes, Grandfather,” said the princess bowing to him.

“Yes my king,” said the four elves on the floor of the throne room. “We shall do has you command.”

“Good, good,” nodded the king watching the small group leave the room and headed toward the awaiting carriage and horses.

Birthday Celebration of the Junior Prince________________________

Yugi sat on his throne looking bored, he would rather be in the stables tending to the horses or playing games then be here watching people he barely knew wish him a Happy Birthday. He looked at his older brother out of the corner of his eyes and noticed that the Senior Prince was keeping an eye on the future High Priestess. He snickered to himself, knowing that their father had yet to realize that his older son was still very much enamored with her. Of course, if his brother wasn’t careful with his infatuation with the girl than there could be problems later on down the line.

The door opened and everyone stopped and turned their attention to the Light Elves that had come to represent their kingdom. The princess was leading them along with the High Priestess of the Sun; behind them was two hunters and a warrior. They knelt before the thrones waiting for the king to give them permission to rise, which he soon did. The young princess was three decades younger then the Junior prince of the Night Elves. She stared up at him and her mouth opened slightly forgetting the lines she had rehearsed on the way over from her kingdom.

King Akunumkanon looked between the young princess and his son and hid a smile behind his hand. It would seem that the young princess was just experiencing her first crush. He smiled warmly at the princess while his youngest son stared at her with confusion wondering if she would say something.

“Welcome to our home Princess Rebecca,” said Akunumkanon. “Where is your grandfather?”

The young princess shook herself and turned her attention to the Night Elf King. “He regrets to inform you that a situation in our kingdom prevents him from joining us on the joyous occasion.”

King Akunumkanon nodded and turned his attention to the High Priestess of the Sun. “Lady Mystic, it has been years since you graced my court with your presence.”

“I believe the last time I was here it was for the young prince’s welcoming to your royally family.”

King Akunumkanon nodded his head and turned his attention to his sons. His oldest son was just passed his thousandth summer and his youngest son was working on his nine hundredth. It would only be a matter of time before Yami took Akunumkanon place as the king of the Night Elves and that day was coming soon he could feel it.

“Lady Mai, Lord Varon,” said the king. “Your names are legendary, it is said that once you have set your sights on a target it never escapes.”

“The rumors are true your highness,” smirked the blonde female. “We are the best at what we do.”

“So modest,” chuckled Mystic embarrassed at her companion’s boldness.

“Please excuse Mai, your highness,” said Tristan bowing. “She was raised in a rather interesting household.”

“She was raised by a father and seven brothers,” scowled Varon.

“Ah Lord Tristan,” said Akunumkanon. “My son, Yami as told me several things about you and your heroism on the few missions you two have gone on with some humans.”

“It was an honor to go on those missions with your son,” said Tristan smiling.

The king nodded dismissing the group turning to some other delegates that had come to the birthday celebration. He then dismissed his sons allowing them to mingle around the ballroom while he watched. Akunumkanon always preferred to watch his guests from his throne so that he never missed anything. What he couldn’t hear from his throne with his excellent hearing, his sons would tell him later on.

He felt a trickling up and down his spine and frowned glancing out at the ballroom and suddenly before his very eyes the scene changed. The merry party goers were now bloodless corpses out on a barren and flamed filled battlefield with the smoke rising up into the air. The smell of blood and death filled the air and mingled with the stench of burning flesh causing the Elven king to choke on the vile that threatened to rise up in his throat and he could hear above the screams of the dying and ravens the bone-chilling laughter of an ancient evil that Akunumkanon hoped to never see or hear again.

Then just as quickly as the vision had come it faded and the morbid scene of death and decay was replaced once again with cheer and laughter; Akunumkanon sunk into his throne and held his head in his hand. Death was coming for them all. He would discuss the vision with his sons, advisors, and the High Priestess and her apprentice later; he knew they would believe him for his powers of foreshadow were legendary. But the question was would any of the other races believe him?