A/N: Hey y'all! I'm super excited to finally start writing. I've had this story on my computer for ages and I thought that it was time to show it to the world. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING YuGiOh!, nor will I ever in the history of anything.
Find the site of the Bright White Knight
To end the war of dark and light.
Call the Beasts with the stone-cold bite
To force the Dark to flee in fright.
In the end the Magician's might
Will not be able to withstand the fight
And will succumb to the soul's last flight;
In the final hour of the darkest night
Call out Her name to start the rite.
As the full moon of the Winter Solstice shone bright across the Valley, a tense energy enveloped the residents that lived in the village next to Mystic Lake. Although the villagers did not believe in the legends that surround it, they became slightly anxious about being in the vicinity of the Lake on this special and magical night every year. However, on this particular night, not one person thought about the mystical body of water they lived next to, as they all seemed preoccupied with something else. A peculiar wind began to blow from across the Lake, and it continued to grow as it blew over the Lake. As soon as the breeze reached the village, a voice broke the heavy silence in the Valley.
"Sako's child is here! It's a girl!"
Whooping and cheering filled the air for the birth of the village leader's child. Nobody noticed that the wind dissipated after the child's birth, nor did anyone notice the dim light blue aura around the tent where the family was.
A man finally came out of the birthing tent, and stood to address the crowd. As the village leader, Sako definitely looked the part. He was the tallest of the men, had medium length hair as dark as night and his tan skin covered the rock hard muscles underneath. However, his eyes, a clear chocolate brown, were filled with compassion and understanding. With a kind heart, but an iron fist, Sako's rule was fair and strict and all this had given him the respect of the people.
"I wish to thank you all for your support during this trying time, and for all of your assistance with the successful birth of our child. Not only is she healthy, but my wife is doing well too. Let us celebrate this night with a feast!" A large round of applause shook the earth, and because it was the Winter Solstice, the festival was already planned.
As the villagers prepared for a celebratory feast, a lanky figure shifted in the darkness near the Lake's edge. Yaro, the scapegoat, wallowed in self-pity. His matted grayish white hair draped his shoulders, dripping sweat on the worn deer-hide tunic. The little clothing he had could not cover all his scars and bruises running along his scrawny, pasty body. With burning gray eyes and fox-like cunning, Yaro schemed against the village that hated him and against the leader they respected.
"Soon, he shall get what's coming to him. They'll all get what's coming to them," whispered Yaro. "None of them have known sadness, despair, or regret like I have. But soon they will…soon they all will."