A.N. Hey all... this is FoF... Yeah... a very long time... Well, I have renounced my Twilight Addiction for something else. YuGiOh. That's right... YuGiOh. Now, this is something I had in the works a while ago but dropped for one reason or another. But now, because of a good friend getting my arse in gear, this is being written, granted in FanFic form but still. So...

Warnings: Yaoi, Possible Lemons, Language, Death, Magic (Don't know if you consider that a warning), and blood.

I would like, hope, maybe one review... at least I know one person wants me to continue...

So without further ado...

M I N D - G A M E S

Story by FriendofFoes

Dedicated to Sae-Chan (Onyx_Moonz)

Prologue

Long ago in a dimension far from here, there stood an illustrious kingdom by the name of Lunasia. This beautiful kingdom was known far and wide for its culture, its riches, and its magic. From a young age, children were tested to see if they had the blessed give of the shadows. Those who had the spark were given special classes and taught how to control their magic whereas those who were less fortunate were given a simple education. The head city, Illustria, was a source of great commerce between the kingdom and its fellow sisters. Overseeing the generous kingdom were two gods and three demigods, whom spoke to the world through their appointed rulers: the three fates –Time, Logic, and Hope. Each of the three fates lived in harmony in the Shadow Castle in the head city– testing each other's knowledge of the Shadow Arts and bringing peace to the land.

All were amazed at the divinity of the fates - Time's hair seems to flow gracefully around her, as if it were the celestial heavens; Hope's eyes shimmered brightly, as if someone had placed the first blade of morning grass in her eye; and Logic's skin was whiter than the clouds in the sky. Each one contrasted the other while enhancing as well. Never before had such a trinity been given by the gods, and never would one ask for anymore… All was peaceful….

Until that fateful evening….

On the eve of the new revolution, when white lanterns are sent to replenish the old stars in the heavens and relight the old for another year, one of the fates – the young Hope fell deathly ill. The finest doctors and the most talented magicians in all the kingdom rushed quickly to the castle and tried desperately to heal the sick fate… but it wasn't meant to be. As the other fates gathered around her bedside, Hope declared one final prophesy:

"My Successor will come, but not for many seasons.

His heart will calm all those who he touches while his soul will love the future successors.

His generation will achieve something that none of us could….Immorality…."

And before the fates could question her words, she took her last breath and her precious light went out… and she was lost to the eternal darkness…

The next day, on what should have been a joyous occasion, the entire kingdom was filled with morning. The entire city watched as her body was carried from the Shadow Castle through the main streets of Illustria to the clear waters outside of the royal city. With heavy hearts, they set her body with a finely crafted boat, covered her body in the finest silk and satin, and pushed her out to sea. Children both young and old placed pink flowers– a loved color of the fallen fate – in her floating coffin and around the water and sent them off with her. As they watched her float out to the sea, not one eye was clear of dew. Such a fate had never existed, one with such caring and promise. Who would take the place of this beloved woman?

And what of the fates left behind? Surely, never in the history of Lunasia has such an occurrence happened. A fate had passed before their time – surely this was some test sent from the gods. Perhaps the fates would learn of their mission soon…

But nothing happened… other than the changing days….

After three long seasons, Logic had perfected one of his challenges to fit Hope's final words. Inside of his elaborate box lay a challenge for all who would attempt it. He sent word to the far corners of the kingdom to find the next fate, claiming that the gods had pronounced it. However, Time would have none of it….

"I will not allow it!" Time's voice boomed gracefully throughout the room. She sat in her rightful place, in the blue and purple chair located in the massive throne room. "I will not see our fellow fates power squandered and fought over like some petty piece of candy." She sat stiffly, her nude color long sleeve dress and blue sash falling gently around her body, giving her the appearance of an unearthly commoner.

"And I've said for the millionth time that we must!" Logic's honey voice seems rough but pleasant, as if tired of talking, "We need to find the next fate of Hope! Our world is in jeopardy because of it!" He started pacing back and forth, his black shoes clicking on the marble floor. Between him and Time sat an ornate glass pedestal, on top of which sat a small golden box with a single eye inscribed on it. Logic quickly turned around, his red cape turning behind him, "I see no other option here…"

"Yes!" Time stood up forcefully, marching down so she was eye to eye with her fellow fate, "Time will come, Logic… you must wait –"

"We cannot wait!"

"We must! If we choose a fate without the gods' permission, who knows what will happen!"

"And if we don't it'll be worse!"

"Do you truly believe that…"

"YES!"

All was silent; Logic had taken his hand and encircled the tops of her arms with them. Time stared into his eyes before throwing them off and walking to the pedestal. She ignored his questions and grabbed the box before she could stop him.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Logic shouted

"You want a fate now – we'll get him now." And with that, she started her chant:

"Time stops short

Logic runs low

Hope falls out,

So hear me now…."

"Damnit, Time! Give me the box back now!" He shouted, lunging for the box, but it was no use. A powerful aura has started gathering around her, baring her from any outside contact. He knew better than to risk destroying the aura. One lost fate was bad, two could cause utter destruction.

"Find him fast, heed me now

Send him this trinket I call

And upon his last childhood day

Bring him forth, this I say!"

Suddenly, the box sparked as if on fired and illuminated the entire room. Time quickly dropped the box, fearing that her hand would be burned, but no sooner has Time released the box had it disappeared.

Only the gods knew where the fate's box would end…

Meanwhile, in a far off world many eons from Lunasia, a single spark flooded a small room. The sound of thunder accompanied the terrible flash, causing a small boy to huddle even further under a torn, thin blanket as he tried to keep warm and safe from the terrible thunderstorm.

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