Thanks for taking the time to read I hope you enjoy it. :) This sounds like a crazy story, I know, but please give it a shot. Just don't expect anything AMAZING, because I'm still getting the hang of this haha. There will be some Shonen-ai/bxb/yaoi, so be wary and forewarned about that. Haven't settled on any pairings yet, if there are any you particularly like feel free to suggest. This is an Alternate Universe story with Knights and Magic, romance and that villian Bakura destroying things! Well, for more info on me, check my bio, which I'll have up soon. Oh I was told I must say: I own nothing of Yugioh or its characters, they are the property of their respective creator/s. ENJOY!

PROLOGUE:

The citizens of Whildern scrambled, cried, ran as debris from their once adored castle crumbled atop them. Flames scarred the white tower, thick black smoke filled the sky and drowned the air. Able men grabbed their thickest armors and clothing, desperately searching for anything that could be used as a weapon and raced for the front gates of the castle. At the very top, amidst the fire and smoke in the chamber of the King's Throne Room, a fierce smirking young man sat on the King's throne. "You made it here, Ryou."

Clutching his murdered Mother's body to his own, he attempted to hold back his tears as his parents' murderer calmly spoke to him. "Why have you done this brother?" Young Prince Ryou glared in confusion and agony as he placed his Mother's lifeless body gently back on the ground. "What madness has taken you?" He seethed.

Fire whipped around them, engulfing everything that once resembled a castle. "My dear brother, you naively fixate a scathing look upon me, but what I've done is save this Kingdom from its own damnation." The taller, more masculine twin brother replied as he approached the other.

"What? Saved what? You've murdered everyone here! How can you stand there and smile, Bak-"

The other laughed haughtily as he grabbed him by the collar. "Ryou, you didn't see what I saw. Our foolish parents aimed to ally themselves with our greatest enemy. You weren't at Bozniel, so you have no idea what a true massacre looks like. If we showed our backs to them, we would surely be stabbed. I tried to explain this to Mother and Father," He shrugged and held a loose smirk. "They called me delirious. Believing me to be tired and traumatized from the horrid nightmare that befell Bozniel." He shook his head helplessly.

Prince Ryou pulled out of his grip, he fell to the ground "So you killed them, and decided to burn the castle along with everyone else within?" He stood to his feet and reached for his sword. "There's no excuse for it, brother."

"There was no choice in it. I don't do things without reason, you of all people should know that. They didn't listen. Didn't give it a second thought." He scathed dangerously low. "I couldn't allow them to sign that treaty. But as long as they were alive, there was nothing that could be done. But now that they're dead - I will become the King and I will kill that old Lord of Denzenar myself. Take the power he obtained by slaying thousands of our People's blood."

Prince Ryou readied his sword and charged forward, "I know not of this insanity you speak of. But I will not allow a mad man like you, that willingly kills his own family to usurp the throne and cause needless war!"

A smirk crossed Bakura's lips as he raised his hand up, a dark swirl of purple and black light emanated and stopped Prince Ryou in his tracks. "I will be the ruler of this land, of the world. My reign will wither the weak, empower the strong, and destroy all those who oppose me. I had hoped you would understand, my dear brother, but it appears you're as frail and emotional as always. I am Prince Bakura, I will topple Denzenar!"

Prince Ryou's eyes widened and he attempted to brace himself as the swirl of dark light blasted him. "No, I mustn't die… Mother… F-father…" His guard dropped, his sword fell with a resounding clink against the floor and everything faded into darkness with the crackling beat of fire and sneering laughter.

Because of the events that took place that chilling day, the Treaty between Denzenar and Whildern never came to pass. Prince Bakura disappeared into the shadows and for two years wasn't heard of. However, two years after the massacre at Whildern castle, the slaying of many top officials as well as the King of Denzenar, himself, were assassinated within the walls of the castle of Denzenar. Though the details of the killings were covered up and the truth buried within those same walls, rumors surfaced that the Conspirator Prince of Whildern was involved…

Six Years After The Betrayal At Whildern Castle…

Light To The Shadow

I. The Blue Prince & The Sorcerer

"You have a lot of nerve to challenge me, Seto." The Denzenar Sorcerer known as Mahado smirked as he sat his thick black book onto the chair he had been sitting. He stepped before his challenger with utmost confidence in each stride.

The Knight clad in armor blue and white glared daringly, "Still full of yourself, I see, Mahado." He spoke the other's name in a tone just short of disrespect.

"Oh? I think those words better fit you. I had hoped your visit to Wyndela would've humbled that overconfidence and pompous air of yours some. It appears you're still a petulant child picking fights though." His smirk turned to a stern frown, "It looks like I will have to tame that spirit of yours." Black and red light surrounded the sorcerer, causing a stir of wind to blow his black robes around in turn.

Seto's glare darkened. "Petulant child? You moronic knave. Do not think yourself so high and mighty because you were given the title of the King's Guard." Mahado's dark eyes narrowed vehemently. "Everyone knows you have that title only because Atem is your friend. It had nothing to do with your skill or power." The knight unsheathed his sword. "My cousin is so pitifully naive at times. It will no doubt be his downfall."

"Tch. You speak of him with such ill distaste, I'll never understand why my Lord named you a Guardian as well. Whether you share his blood or not, someone as disrespectful as you," The light formed a solid ball of force that rested in his palm. He stepped forward with his right and aimed it at the other, "Doesn't deserve that title!" He shot the beam and it whirred a sharp whistling sound as it made for its target.

The Blue Knight Seto smirked and raised his left hand up, a wall of white light effectively shielded the blast. "You call me impatient, petulant… Did you forget that I excel at spell cancellation?" He lowered his left. "I don't care if you're called one of the most powerful Sorcerer's in the world, you will never beat me!" He exclaimed and charged forward.

Mahado, "I will make you regret challenging me, Seto!" He raised his hand straight above and fireballs erupted from the air and began hurtling towards the quickly approaching knight.

Said knight, stopped and dodged the exploding flames. But through one, Mahado leapt at him with a fist encircled in ice, he punched him in the chest and sent him flying across the hall. He smirked and raised his hand once more, "Surely you can't be that pathetic, knight Seto." Balls of fire came raining down once more. The knight stood to his feet with a sneer and mumbled something under his breath. He ran towards the other again.

Mahado made to charge at him but found he couldn't move. His eyes widened as he looked down to see his feet were bound with nearly transparent chains. "These are… I see you've adopted some of your sneaky little pests' techniques."

Seto sighed. "I didn't expect you to actually fall for it. Have you grown that comfortable and soft?" He said as he approached the other and kicked him in the stomach. The enchantment chains dispersed and the kick sent the sorcerer sliding across the opposite way. The Knight placed both his hands on his sword and readied himself. "I'm not playing around anymore, Mahado. I'd suggest you take this seriously as well." He then murmured another enchantment and his sword was shrouded in blue flame.

Mahado took a deep breath and stood to his feet. Dark purple eyes glared into determined blues, "Very well. I will not lose to you. I will happily put you back in your place for insulting not only me, but the Lord we both serve." Both of his hands began to glow with a green light. "Here I come, Seto!" He shouted. The knight nodded and the two raced towards each other.

Just as their attacks were about to connect, a person suddenly appeared in-between them. Someone they both knew and recognized instantly. "Dammit!" The knight exclaimed and their attacks exploded in a clash of blue and green, and then a larger crimson howl of light swallowed the room and sent both the knight and sorcerer soaring.

What felt like minutes rolled by as the smoke cleared to reveal a man no older than Seto, with severe amethyst eyes that seemed a little pissed but mostly irritated, wearing a crown of gold bejeweled with three rare gems in the center. Yes. The King of Denzenar himself, the young Lord Atem stood with his hands outstretched, each one responsible for sending the two in their current places.

Mahado sat up and cringed as his whole body felt like it was on fire. He stood slowly to his feet and breathed heavily, on the other side, Seto was doing the same. "My Lord, I-"

Atem glanced over at Mahado and sighed. "I don't want to hear it. You two have done some major damage to the castle. There is no reason for you two to be fighting right now."

Mahado nodded and bowed, "Yes. Apologies, my Lord."

The Knight sheathed his sword and glowered at the King. "We were in the middle of sparring, Atem. You had no right to interfere." He uttered defiantly.

The Sorcerer glared at the other, "You have no right to talk back to the King that way."

Seto smirked. "Ah, I was addressing my cousin, not you. Do you forget that though we may both be Atem's Guardians, I am still above you. You are the one without rights here, Mahado." He seethed.

Mahado clenched his fists. Atem turned to completely face his cousin. "Now listen Seto, I will not have you speak to my friend in such a manner. Family or not, I will not tolerate the disrespect of him or anyone in my Kingdom. This destruction is a far cry from simple sparring - it is unacceptable. If you were anyone else, I would discipline you. As it is," Seto turned on his heel and headed for the door, "I'm still talking to you Seto."

"I'm done listening to you, My Lord. I know what you are to say. Fine. I apologize for striving to prove why Mahado is unfitting of the title of Guardian. I believe such honorable titles should be earned not given. But if it pleases you, for the moment I will let it go." He left the two behind and exited the room.

Atem sighed heavily and made his way to the few chairs and tables left standing. "What a pain he is." He mumbled to himself.

Mahado sighed and accompanied the other. "My Lord, I understand that he is your cousin. But is it really wise to allow a man like that the freedom and power he's received? The way he speaks is just short of heretic, are you not afraid of betrayal?" He questioned as he picked up his book.

The King smiled warmly at his friend. "Betrayal? No. He says a lot of foul things, but when it comes down to it, there perhaps isn't anyone that loves this City, this Land more than he." The sorcerer still seemed unsure. The King laughed lightly. "You and him are the only two I trust in this land completely with my life. I know you can't understand it Mahado, but Seto's loyalty is sincere."

The sorcerer sighed. "Yes, My Lord. Forgive my insolence."

He nodded softly. "Now then, we must get someone to clean up the mess you and Seto created." He smirked in amusement before adding, "As flashy as it is, I do not take to my floor being on fire."

Mahado sweat dropped as he eyed the damage in its entirety, "Ah uh…. Right. My apologies once more."