First I want to say a big thankyou to all those who actually took the time to read this, so thanks a lot you guys.
Second I wanted to do something like this and also this story is set during the "Defenders of Ulthan" just to let you know.
Please review and let me know what you think of it if you read it please I mean seriously do thanks enjoy.
Prolouge
The sun setting in the sky the battle of Osaka was almost over.
Yukimura Sanada now walked towards the Tokugawa lines, so many had died to get him here.
Kunoichi, Kai, Kotaro and Koshosho, he had carry on their wish. He had defeated all that had come his way.
Even Ieyasu had tasted defeat, but not before the only opponent that Yukimura would struggle against appeared.
"Brother move, you must let me kill Lord Ieyasu." His white haired older brother looked at him and took a stance.
"I will not allow you to lay your hands on Lord Ieyasu." Yukimura saw that his brother would stand by his words and said "So bit it brother."
His brother now ready to face him said "Come Yukimura."
The two brothers charged each other as Yukimura's Spear met his brother Twin Blades.
And the two of them traded blows for a moment.
His older brother Noboyuki tried to push from the left but found that his younger brother was still a formidable foe despite being fatigued.
He then tried to get another blow striking down but Yukimura raised his spears length and blocked it.
Yukimura then pushed off his brothers blow and the two of them began to circle one another.
The Tokugawa soldiers who were watching this dared not enter the fray for fear of being cut down.
They saw the two brother circling each other and Noboyuki again said "Come Yukimura."
The two of them raised their weapons and began to run circling one another and growing ever closer.
In Yukimura's mind he thought "I am ready for this I am prepared for what comes next!"
The two of them slashed at one another as they ran past.
They both stood for what seemed like an eternity but was only a few moments.
Yukimura now collapsed to his knee and his brother saw his chance, he turned around and approached to strike his brother.
Yukimura did not even look back as he lashed out and disarmed his brother who fell to the ground and looked up at him
Yukimura stood over his defeated brother his spear tip pointed at his older brothers chest.
His face was screwed up as he had to deal with killing his brother.
"Yukimura."
His brother said softly as he saw the determination in his siblings eyes.
The sun to his right casting half his face in shadow, Yukimura slowly lowered his spear and turned away from his older brother.
His brother Noboyuki then asked "Yukimura?"
Without facing his brother Yukimura said "It is the duty of the trunk to allow the flower to bloom."
Slowly raising his spear he then said "It is the duty of the flower to bloom and fall to the wind!"
He now turned his head slightly to face his brother before Yukimura and his target were an immense amount of troops.
"Brother your duty is to keep the Sanada blood alive."
Now his spear fully raised he took a step forward and his tone and voice became stronger.
"I will keep alive the Sanada spirit!"
Yukimura then broke out into a run as soon as the words left his mouth a yell upon his lips.
As he did this Noboyuki stood up and tried to grab him but to no avail.
Noboyuki's pupils widened as he yell out to his brother.
"YUKIMURA!"
The last he saw of Yukimura was his red armour being swallowed up into the blue of the Tokugawa hordes.
Samurai were not supposed to shed tears but a few hours later Noboyuki stood over the spear of his brother, the body was no where in sight.
He began to cry and as he looked up to the sky "I will give my life to protect the flower you bloomed this day."
His body began to tremble with the pain of losing his only brother as he wept.
Slowly his wife walked up to him from the side and held his hand in hers forcing him to look her in the eye.
"All that is left of him is his spear, I believe I still have faith that he is alive, it is up to us to keep the house of Sanada safe until he returns."
She too had tear within her eyes, Noboyuki knew how much she loved and admired her Yukimura, he was like brother to everyone he knew.
He embraced his wife and hugged "We shall both protect the flower that has bloomed this day."
She gave him a nod and let her tears flow from a distance Lord Ieyasu saw them and lowered his head in respect.
"Yukimura, your sacrifice will not be forgotten the way of the warrior will not be lost to our children."
He then looked up to the sky and said "You are the symbol of our age a reminder of what price this peace was bought, you are the Greatest Warrior in the Land!"
In another world
The Island of Ulthan home to the High Elves of the old world.
It was a land under siege from their own or rather those that may have once been like them.
The Witch King Malekith the son of the ancient Elven Hero King Aenarion had long betrayed his race.
His mother the Hag Queen Morathi was among his subordinates, long ago they had tried and almost ruined the High Elven Kingdom.
Be it due to his pride or his mothers influence, Malekith had tried to take the throne of the Phoenix King.
Though he had been burned almost to death he had survived the ritual due to his mother.
In truth he like his father had walked the path and survived be it that he was rejected by Asuryan, the leader of the Elven gods Pantheon.
Ulthan itself would always get a respite from his attacks. But as the times move forward there were less and less of those who knew the ancient secrets.
Ulthan was ruled by the Pheonix King and his consort the Everqueen.
The High Elves must remain vigilant against any attacks from their Dark Elf cousins or Ultahn and the whole old world will have to face disastrous consequences.
They had known that Chaos and its Gods would not leave the world alone.
They above all else knew of that one day they would return and they had to be prepared
The current ruler Finubar the Seafarer and his Everqueen is Alarielle.
These the two co-rulers of the ancient realm had no knowledge as for what was about to begin upon their eastern shores.
A man from another world a champion sent to them for a threat they could not perceive.
Chosen by their own Pantheon to be walk among the ancient race.
Where he was from or why he was chosen, only the Gods knew this and they alone knew what he was truly capable of.
Along the cost of Yvresse
"My lady, it is getting late, we should head back to the villa." A warrior in a tall helm who carried a long leaf blade spear.
His charge was Kyrielle Greenskin, she smiled at him and put on her best pouting expression of innocence.
Her hair was auburn and was woven in long plates held tight to her skull by silver cord that frames her beautiful face.
Her eyes were a shimmering jade, her smile could charm even the hardest heart.
A simple warrior or guard had no chance against her. "Not yet silly" she said in a rather sweet voice mixed with beguiling magic.
"It is in the gloaming that some of the most wondrous plants flower."
The warrior had no answer for this, plants were not his speciality.
"You wouldn't want me to return without something wondrous to present to my father would you?"
The warrior no glanced helplessly at his comrade, pinned like a butterfly by her captivating gaze and knowing that he could not deny her even if he wanted to.
"No my lady" he said in defeat, he could not stand up to her, not when she used magic at any rate.
She knew it was unfair of her to do so to the guards that her father set her.
But she knew she had not lied when she spoke of the beauty of night blooming flowers.
The pearl leafed Torrelain, the singing blooms of the magical Anurion the name of which was her fathers and its creators.
As well as the aromatic Moon Rose.
She picked her way down the cliff top path that lead to the beach, one guard before her and the other behind.
Kyrielle went barefoot, her keen eyes picking out sharp rocks and thorny bushes before they could injure her.
Her long dresses was fashioned from green silk and clung seductively to her slender form.
It fabric woven with looping anthemion patterns. In one hand she carried a delicate cloth.
The other she carried a small knife with a silver blade.
The scent of the filled her senses and she allowed herself to enjoy them for a short time.
She began to slowly admired the beauty of the night flowers.
A thing many would miss for mere ignorance or due to superstition.
She at this moment spotted a group of Moon Roses and walked over to them and took in their smell.
Kyrielle loved the fragrance of the flowers and the sea it had a certain tranquillity to it.
She was in here element and knew that she enjoyed the nights best with the crashing of the waves and the fragrance of night flowers.
The primary reason her father had a villa built here was so that he could look out at the deserted Yvresse rocky coast.
She allowed the moonlight to touch her body and it was to her like the touch of an old friend.
She began to dance down the beach in a display of joy and excitement she could hear everything.
From the crashing of the waves to her light footsteps on the sand.
She could also hear the loud clunks as her guards made trying to catch up with her.
She smiled and gave a short giggle, the speed at which she had sped down the beach must have been too much for them.
Armour of any kind on sand was not a good mix and she knew she would have to wait for them to catch up to her.
To her joy she began to take at least a dozen different plants from the shore.
The smell that they gave her was soothing and all together wonderful.
As the wind blew she could smell all the scent of all the flowers and plants upon the beach.
But then a rather sickening smell worked its way to her, it was the scent of blood, a scent since she nor her guards bled meant someone else was upon this beach.
She turned her head to see that her guards had caught up to her and she asked "Can you smell that, the scent of blood is upon the wind?"
Her expression was no longer playful but her guards did not know how to answer her.
"Perhaps it is a flower my lady and nothing more?"
One of them said, but was really trying to find a reason to why such a scent would be upon the beach.
Kyrielle shook her head "It is true that there are some flowers that carry the scent of blood, but none are native to Ulthan."
"Rather more it is the druchii who have some concoction type of brew that called blood wine that carries a similar scent."
At the mere mention of the wretched word her guards snapped up, their actions became more tense more martial.
Kyrielle sampled the air once more and said "Yes, this is defiantly blood."
But there was something else upon the wind, a scent she had not smelled before.
She made her way down the shoreline towards the smell.
She found herself skipping down the shore line where sand's met the foam of the waves.
Her graceful form left almost no marks as she made her way towards the disturbance.
She stopped as she found it, it was not what she had suspected.
Her keen vision saw a man or to be more precised a human males at the edge of the shore line.
His lay sprawled out on his chest, his head resting on its side.
Kyrielle now caught the scent again of that unfamiliar smell.
As she made her way a little closer she saw that the around the man were small pink flowers that gave off a rather tranquil fragrance.
"There I told you I could smell blood."
She was about to set off once more but her nearest guard said.
"It is a man my lady, don't take another step closer to him."
She reluctantly obliged the warrior and stopped as the two of them took a step in front of her.
She knew that they were only doing their jobs and that this man may still be dangerous.
Nevertheless she advanced behind her two cautious guards, eager to see who it was that had washed up upon Ulthans shore.
As she did this she noticed that the man's face was a different colour than that she knew of.
He wore armor of a sort, his armor was red with a little gold her and their and his clothing white and blue.
She noted that he had a red headband with six golden circles on his head.
"He is alive" she told her guards, they too must have seen his breaths though they were faint.
The guards now barred her path and said "We don't know who he is, he is a human and must be from their Empire.
At this Kyrielle shook her head "I cannot say that is true, his armour bares no resemblance and he does look rather strange for a man.
She could not help but try to sneak a peek at the man, his face was all together different from that of most men she had seen.
"What do you suppose we do with him, we can't leave him here?"
Her guards at this moment turned to face her, she knew that her magic could force them to bring him but she rather not use it yet.
"He is a man, a human, it is none of our concern why he is here."
To this Kyrielle said "Could we sleep this night knowing we left anyone to die for no reason other than his birth?"
Her guards gave up, she was also a very good negotiator without magic.
"We will inform your father of him, we cannot take any chances in case he is hostile to us."
She gave them a nod and said "Yes, you do that, in the meantime I could use a hand in transporting him."
Her guards lowered their heads, they may not have liked it but they had to obey her.
As they did this she picked up two of the flowers that had been near the man.
She sniffed them and took in their sweet fragrance.
"What type of land does he come from to have such beautiful flowers."
She now looked at the other flowers and decided to collect all of them.
She was unable to do so due to the fact that there were to many so she moved them away from the reach of the tide.
She now followed her guards as they carried him and said "A man surround by these flowers, he surely can't be wicked."
The only real problem now would be how she could explain to her father why she brought a human into his villa.
She knew her magic could do wonders on the guards, but her father was not warrior no her father was a rather powerful mage.
She recalled information she had learned on a human nation called Kislev, perhaps this man was from there?
She looked down at the flower within her hands "I wonder what father will say of these?"
Yukimura slowly opened his eyes, the light where he was hurt his eyes and he raised his hand to cover them.
Slowly he got up, he was cautious, he did not know where he was, was he dead, was he born again?"
It did not matter, as he rose he noticed that his body had no pain within it.
He could move freely and was not wounded.
He shook his head and ran his hand's across his chest again, there were no wounds at all.
He noticed that he was in some sort of white robe the design he was unable to recognise.
"What form of sorcery is this, I am alive and without wound?"
It was something that bothered him, he knew of only one being that used Sorcery like this.
That was Kotaro Fuma, though he was quite sure Kotaro had vanished after his defeat at Osaka.
"I am alive because he wishes for the chaos to continue?"
He now felt that his headband was off and touched his forehead. It was gone, symbol of his clan of his pride and honour was gone!
"My headband!"
Kyrielle had watched from safety as the man had awakened he looked rather shocked and began to touch his own body.
She assumed that this was due to him searching for a wound that should have been upon his body she heard him say in a strange language.
"Majutsu nodo no yōna katachi de watashi wa ikite iruto kizu nashide gozen, koredesu?"
In her hand she now held his headband she did not really know why she had taken it off him other than to observe it closer.
Like his armour it had the feel of something different like it was not from this world.
She now saw him move his hand to his head and exclaim in that same strange language "Watashi no heddo bando!"
She felt as if the headband in her hand burned her though she was sure no such magic was contained within such a thing.
There was a certain sadness to the movements of this man, like he had faced a great tragedy.
It also did not escape her notice that his words carried almost like a melody. She felt a great deal of pity for him, especially for having taken his headband.
Her father was beside her and he looked down at the item she held in her hand.
"Does that too belong to him?"
She gave her a nod, to which he gave her one back and then gave another to her guards.
She smiled at her father in thanks and slowly began to approach the man.
To her surprise when she left the safety of her fathers wards from behind the wall, he noticed her instantly.
Yukimura leapt out of the bed he had lay and sat in when he heard the foot falls of another.
He did not know where he was or what this place was.
He saw a young woman, or what at least appeared to be a young woman.
She had fair skin, very fair and her eyes were rather like jades and her hair auburn, to him it appeared to be a slightly reddish brown.
She wore a green dress that clung to her body that from what he could tell was made out of silk.
He noticed that she held and outstretched hand and in it was his headband.
He now looked into her eyes, he could see excitement, eagerness, curiosity but also fear.
Slowly stepped towards her and outstretched his hand and asked "My headband can you please return it to me."
She slowly lowered her hand and allowed the headband to rest in his.
Yukimura then slowly and respectfully took it and put it on.
He then bowed down on his knees and said "I thank you for this whoever you may be."
He did not look up but he did hear a giggle, it was clear that she had no idea what he was saying.
Yukimura had also taken note that her ears were rather sharp, to a point.
Kyrielle had slowly approached him, so she showed him she meant no harm, he too mimicked her and spoke when he saw her outstretched hand.
"Watashi no heddo bando wa, anata ga watashi ni sore o modoshi nasai koto ga dekimasu?"
Again he spoke in that rather melodious tongue, it was as if he was singing.
Then he dropped down in front of her, she did not know if her was worshiping her or thanking her.
"Watashi wa anata ga kamo shire daredemo kono arigatōgozaimashita."
She gave quiet giggle though she knew that he had heard her.
She too noticed that he very polite and cultured tone, she devised that he must have had a good upbringing.
It must have been clear to her father that she rather enjoyed the fact that this man had dropped to the ground in either worship or thanks to her.
It was clear to the point where he too made an appearance. "I see my daughter that he is trying to thank you place your hand on him so that he may rise and you can finish this."
She did as she was told and the man rose before them and again bowed his head.
He then raised it and with his thumb pointed to his chest.
"Watashi wa Sanada Yukimura."
She did not know why but she felt that he was introducing himself to them.
She gave him a polite blow and said to her father.
"I believe he is trying to say that he is this Sanada Yukimura?"
Her father raised an eyebrow at her and said "When did you grow to learn the language that not even I have heard before?"
He looked at her as if he expected an answer but she had none for him other than faith.
"It is what I believe and I'm going to take a step in good faith for it, don't stop me father."
He just sighed and said "As if I could stop you my child."
She now addressed the man.
"Sanada Yukimura" she said even though she was unable to correctly pronounce it.
She now pointed to herself and said "I am Kyrielle Greenskin."
The man in turn looked at her and pointed to himself and said "Watashi wa Sanada Yukimura."
He then pointed to her which her father found rude and said "Anata ga iru Kyrielle Greenskin."
Kyrielle then shot him a smile and he returned his to her.
They had managed even though they spoke different languages to establish the names of one another.
Her father noticed that they must have been able to understand one another, his daughter smiled happily at this man.
The man's smile was sincere as well, though it had some sadness to it.
She now pointed to her father and said "My father Anurion."
Anurion gave a small nod of his head and the man who called himself Sanada Yukimura gave a deep bow before him.
With not much else to say the two of them left the man to sit in the room provided.
"What do you think father is he truly dangerous my guards thought he was?"
To this her father shook his head "No not to us at any rate, though his eyes hold the look of a battle hardened veteran.
He was about to same more when all of a sudden on of the guards gasped and pointed back to the room.
Aunrion turned around to see a sight he thought was impossible!
Yukimura himself did not know what was happened the two pointed eared host of his had left.
He did not blame them, they did not speak the same language.
He knew because of his brother that both language and culture would split apart people.
Though what happened next was beyond his own understanding as well. His very body erupted in flames.
He did not wince or scream in pain if this was to be his death then he would accept it.
But the flames were neither burning him or spreading from him.
He did not know why but he saw a figure that took the shape of a bird or was it a man he could not tell.
"Mortal you are Yukimura Sanada, keeper of the Sanada spirit."
Yukimura could only nod at this being he had no real idea if he should bow kneel or flee.
"You do not flee at the sight of me, many would in truth this is not me but a part of me."
Yukimura again gave the man a nod and dared to ask "Why am I here, I died at Osaka did I not."
The figure in front of him made no attempt to confirm or deny that.
"I have brought you here for a purpose Yukimura Sanada."
Yukimura at this point felt the sudden urge to kneel and did so.
"You show respect where it is due I am please give me your hand."
Yukimura in turn lifted his right arm up to the figure while he was still kneeling.
He saw that the figure reached out and touched him, he feeling like none other that he had felt surged through his body.
His arm felt it was as if it is on fire yet he did not feel the pain of it.
When the figure removed his hand from his Yukimura found a symbol placed upon his hand.
It had a slight glow to it.
"Rise Yukimura Sanada, rise from the ashes and save my people."
Yukimura in turn rose and stood to meet the god eye to eye.
"I am Asuryan and you will be my herald."
He now began to fade, but Yukimura had so much to ask him. He knew this he was a god after all and said as he left.
"Yukimura Sanada you will rise out of the ashes like the phoenix and the wicked and unjust will perish at the end of your spear."
These words were awfully similar to a friend of his, too close that it could be coincidence.
Yukimura closed his eyes and said "As you wish my lord."
Opening his eyes the flames were gone all of it was except for the symbol on his hand.
A pyramid with phoenix in the centre spreading it's wings, it had a faint glow to it as Yukimura looked at it.
"Asuryan?"
He said the name, he knew he had not heard it before but from the sound of what he said the name carried a lot of respect behind it.
It was now that he noticed that both Aunrion and Kyrielle were looking at him in both shock and awe.
He heard them whisper "Was that not an image of Asuryan!"
Aunrion said this to Kyrielle, Yukimura was yet to figure out who they were to each other.
But that was irrelevant rather what he heard was rather strange though the recent event made it seem like nothing.
Yukimura now looked and Aunrion and frowned "When did you learn the language of the rising sun?"
At an Unknown Locations
A rather beautiful woman was in a rage, the beauty that her body showed only hid the rottenness of her soul.
"I told them to bring the man upon the flower to me, not sink the flower and him!"
Her rage was great and any and all of druchii kin near her cowered away in fear.
"He was in my grasp, in our very hands if not laid out on a golden platter!"
It was clear to any that she was rather furious with the failure of her servants and allies.
She had made sure that all were clear that they were not to fight any elves that they came across they were to only capture this lone man upon his flower.
How hard can it be to capture a single man without trying to kill him.
One of the druchii lords had the audacity to approach her.
Or rather he was forced to because no one else would.
"Lady Moriathi, if I may ask, why is it that you are so angered by this."
She turned and struck down the fool who had said that.
"Asuryan searched for that ones soul and brought him her from another world, if we had got to him first he would have been our puppet!"
None spoke, they did not wish to die this day!
She now kicked over the corpse at her feet and said "The one responsible for this failure and all involved will not get such a quick death!"
All of them fell silent and she called for one of her lesser known Sorceresses.
"You, Bride of Khaine, Elicthi your name was."
The elf in question bowed her head to Moriathi and said "Yes my queen, what do you desire of me."
A wicked smile now came over the Hag Queens face.
"You will need to infiltrate the Isle of Ulthan and find this man."
Elicthi did not question her, she knew better than to.
To try to infiltrate Ulthan itself was a task near impossible, to locate a single indivual would be even harder while trying not to get caught.
"When you find him, use whatever means to bring him to us alive and unbroken."
She knew this meant that she was not to enslave him to her will, she now was able to lift her head as the Hag Queen turned her back to her.
"You may leave now, time is not one your side, return with him or not at all."
She knew what to do and slowly she backed away while still facing the Hag Queen.
Many who saw her murmured to one another, some were jealous of her task, but only the most foolish were.
To her she had just been given a bowl filled with acid and asked to drink every last drop.
It was a death sentence that if she survived she would either be raised up high by the Hag Queen or killed by her because she would be potential threat.
It was the druchii way, to suffer no rival, she knew that hers would be laughing wickedly at her fate if she were to fail.
With this silent resolve she steeled her mind and began to scheme as to how she could enter Ulthan.
Okay what did you think of it and no I will not have Yukimura paired with the Everqueen, but I will have him have a good relationship with the High Elf heroes.
So what did you think of it, who should I pair him with, no yaoi by the way, just to let you know.
Let me know your thoughts in a review but please people no flaming