A.N.- Umm... I'm back. Hopefully this fic is gonna be better. My writing has hopefully gotten better. Anyways, this isn't going to be a Joey/Mai fic because I just can't think of a plot for a new one. So like it says in the summary: Celtic Guardian/Mystical Elf. While I was gone, I learned HTML so the format is much better. I'm considering the spellcasters to either be human or elves in this fic. Cause it's either a human that learned magic or a elf that learned magic.

Also, I'm fully disregarding the monster's attack and defense because in real life no one's skill always stays the same. At one point the Celtic Guardian might be able to defeat a... lets say... a Flame Champion (ATK:1900) while in another part he might lose to a... Feral Imp (ATK:1300) so the attack and defense will never stay the same.

Introduced Duel Monsters Cast:
-Celtic Guardian: Berriez
-Mystical Elf: Shannon
-Kojikocy: Koji
-Ancient Elf: Daimeon

Of Elves and Demons
At First Sight
By: Joey/Mai fan15



A young elf of sixteen walked idly through the town of Eruhu which was overlooked by a castle and an old temple to the left. He had gotten a letter from a messanger, summoning him to the king. Rumors of a war with a formerly allied country had sparked up and he feared that the king was going to call him to fight in the war. He had never wanted to fight like this, before it was all fun and games, but the King of Eruhu got word of his spectacular performance at a local tournament.

Now it seemed more likely than ever since the local inn was filled with warriors, all human or elf, which ruled out the posibillity of the humans rebeling. That left the Beast-Humans, Dragons, and the Feinds. He decided to look around for another inn since the last three he tried had no vacancy. After finding no others he decided to rest on a bench a few feet away.

The elven swordsman couldn't sleep due to the rowdy bunch of drunken warriors that infested the inn that was nearby so he decided to walk to where it was a little more quiet. After a few minutes of walking, the oil lamps of the city faded out of view as the voices of drunkards were droned out. Out here he could only see by light of the stars and the full moon and there were no sounds except for a nearby fountain.

He walked closer to find solitude near the fountain, but his sensitive ears picked up movement. He watched as a young elven girl with light saphire skin sat down at the fountain. He had been leaning on his right leg and shifted to switch knees making a faint sound that would normally be unheard, but the girl's ears picked them up. She stood up with a jerk, "Come out, now!"

The swordsman got up, regretfully revealing himself to the girl. He closed his eyes, expecting a slap or something similar, but when it didn't come he opened them back up and saw the look on the young woman's face which was something between lust and anger. He knew from experience that that look was going to haunt him later in life, so he decided to leave, "Umm... I gotta go now..."

Before the girl could respond, the swordsman had ran off and was already out of hearing. She sighed regretfully before sitting back down and retuning into deep thought. This time, instead of the upcoming war, the thoughts were relplaced with images of the elven swordsman.

Back in the city, the swordsman gasped, trying to catch his breath. One of his old friends, who was also there for the war, spotted him, "Hey! Berriez! How ya doin?"

Berriez looked up, seeing his friend so perky made him assume that just like the other warriors there, he was drunk, "Hi, Koji."

The dwarf grinned again, his old pessimistic additude faded, "Soooo, what brings you here?"

"I don't know yet..." Berriez waited for a response but none came, "Do you know?"

"I dunno! Can't you see I'm drunk?" Berriez smirked and shook his head at the abrupt response form his friend. Koji sat down on a nearby bench, he suddenly seemed less... insane, "Something about a war. To tell you the truth, I think that there's something wrong with that old guy, you know, Daimeon. He's the ambassador to the Feinds and there's something wrong with him, everyone says that he's a slave to the dark arts now."

"So you think the war is against the Feinds?" asked the young Elf, Koji quickly responded, "Yep, no doubt about it."

The Celtic Guardian sat back in a nearby bench and watched his old friend walk back into the inn to get another drink. His thoughts drifted to the young woman he had met earlier, he thought she possessed great beauty but he was still mourning over the loss of someone else. Trust was something he no longer had and you can't have love without trust.



A.N.- Okay, first chapter down. Please r/r. I'll continue, but not until I finish my current DOA fic. So like I said, please r/r. I wanna know if I should continue this.