It was only a dream, but he was certain that he had felt a gust of wind graze the skin of his cheek. What ever his dream had been, its quickly had faded, and left his memory. His dreams were always that way. Forever fleeting, and never staying. Though he tries to recall any part of the visions of his sleep, he sighs knowing he should wake and return to his work.

But then he felt it again— the wind on his face. It was more of a shock this time, as his eyes force themselves open, only to see the same sight he expected. The sun was still high, much further away for him than for most people. Small shadows speckle by as the fish swim overhead, followed by a larger shadow of what appears to be a whale.

"They don't normally swim so close to the city." He speaks aloud to himself with a smile.

He wasn't quite sure why he staggered for breath, but he could only assume it was his quickly forgotten dream that put him on edge. Remembering the phantom winds that he had felt, he sat up and looked around. His fields in the distance remained still. The lanterns that line the path to his farm do not sway. Yet, the hairs on his arms stand as he feels chilled. Tiny bumps scatter across his pale arms, and yet the air is warm.

"Nothing ever changes here. Why would I have thought there would be wind here?" He asks aloud again.

He was used to talking to himself. There was no one else around to listen anyway, so what harm could possibly befall a man who says his thoughts aloud to himself?

Taking a minute to collect himself, he again stares out at his fields. The harvest this season won't be as bountiful. His crops were usually plentiful and succulent, just as it had been when his parents had first started their farm here. Perhaps it was the lack of help he had this year? His brother had been away for months, pursuing his dream of becoming an imperial guard and visiting the oracle to find out if he carried the blood of a guardian. Though unlikely, he did carry a strong resemblance to one of the guardians.

But he scoffed at his older brother's foolish dreams. Why does the king of the hidden kingdom of the sea need an army? And..

"Who would want to carry the blood of a dragon anyway?" He asks the air around him, with nothing in response.

When the soldiers passed through, years and years ago, it was discovered that their own mother was born with the blood of a dragon. She was then forced to leave the home she and her husband created together, only to be taken before the oracle to be tested. Being a woman, there was no possible way that she could have been a reborn guardian…

But her blood was discovered to be royalty.

It was from that moment on, he would never see his mother again. Anyone with dragon's blood was already taken from their homes to live in luxury inside the imperial city. A dragon blood royal though… They would live within the kingdom, their destiny assigned at their birth.

His mother's duty was to raise the princesses into queens. At the time, only three of the queen dragons had reincarnated and been brought into the kingdom. Of those three, only one was still a mere child. The eldest queen was married to the king, the embodiment of the immortal Leviathan. He has ruled since the beginning, and is the sole reason for Atlantis's descent into the sea, the laws of the city, and their hierarchy...

While escorting the young princess, his mother had made an attempt to meet with their father, his brother, and himself at the market, just outside the kingdom walls. For that brief moment of seeing her family again, she had left his father with a message… And as if abandoning them entirely, she returned with the princess to her kingdom.

A few years later… His father sat he and his brother down for a talk. Still just children, it was hard to understand. As an adult now however, he knows what his father meant.

"I'm leaving the deed to our land to the both of you. Tomorrow… I will leave the farm, and we will never meet again. Your mother… she needs me..." Distraught, the boys could only listen as their father gave them little information to go off of. "You shall forget my name, and bring honor to a new family name... for our family name now is about to come to ruin. The next you hear of me... Think of me as a stranger. And though you'll know that I was never meant to be a good man... I hope you will remember me as a good father..."

Weeks went by with just the two sons tending the farm before the news finally spread to the out skirts of the city. For the first time in their history, a murder has been committed. The death of the young princess had shaken the whole Kingdom, following the suicide of the princess's care giver... His mother. But before the murderer could take his own life, he had been subdued. It was his father, and the two sons kept their promise and viewed him as nothing more than a stranger... But still, they couldn't help but mourn him.

And to this day, he remembered that stranger has a terrible man... but a good father. In following days after the crime was committed, his father was brought before an imperial court, chosen by the King himself. There, he would receive his final judgment. In fear of his reincarnate also becoming tyrannical, he was sentenced to immortal imprisonment. This brought forth rumors, as well as concern, for only the King had ever held the ability of being immortal... So how was his father supposed to be eternally imprisoned?

As soon as his judgment had been passed, an order was created to erect a prison that could be seen from anywhere in the Kingdom, even the outskirts and cities beyond the Kingdom walls could see the structure. Eight towers were built, nearly reaching the top of the dome that allows the city to stay beneath the sea. From each tower hung large, skyscraper length chains that held in the sky an inverted pyramid. At the pit of this pyramid is where his father would be held for all of existence.

A constant reminder of the stranger he promised never to forget, with a name he swore never to remember. And yet... he would remain being looked down on by the Kingdom and all it's people… All because he bore the resemblance of the man. He could lie to the world, and claim that the man would never have any relation to him… But there was no denying that he was a spitting image of him.

"Hey Seto." A familiar voice called to him as he was lost in thought.

Looking back over his shoulder, in the direction that the prison hung, and just beyond the hill he sat upon, stood the familiar man.

His older brother had returned. "Mokuba?"