Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Yu-Gi-Oh GX. However, the OCs and the fantasy world in which they live are of my creation.


Dornhollow, Southern Emboldor - Blair Flannigan

May 25th Year 16 4A0S

Two Years Until Prince Yuri's Return.


The people of Dornhollow gathered around the grinning priest, standing in the middle of the grand plaza atop a moldy wooden crate. He was shielded from the icy drops of rain by his golden-crimson armored robes. The flaming eye of Yeyu was emblazoned in gold on his chest. It brought him great joy to see wandering souls come to him, what with Prince Stas sending back the Naralian forces and conquering the Fortlock Mountains in the final weeks of the short conflict which would be known as the War of the Golden Summer.

Anyone with the faith of Yeyu was sent on a long trip back to the borders of Naralia and it was not easy for them. They were attacked by ravenous monsters and patrols of rowdy mercenaries. The priest clutched an ornate staff in his right hand in jubilance.

There were so many of them. So many people. So many new souls for him to convert to his religion. Two armored Clerics stood at attention on either side of him clutching their halberds in a vice-like grip.

The priest was a pretentious, steadfast, and impetuous believer of the God known as Yeyu. And he was ready to pound his belief on their ears, for the people were lost, afraid, and weary of the events taking place across Termnnia.

Among the throng of onlookers, Blair Flannigan stood hooded and cloaked. She was an Eldori, and her kind was not welcome amongst humans.

She used the crowd's focus on the priest to blend in. None cared to notice her or pay her any heed. In her arms underneath her cloak, she carried a very unusual pet. A baby dragon, colored green with a big, yellow horn on its nose.

It was smart enough to know that these people didn't take kindly to his kind either, for long ago they ordered his ancestors wiped out in the Great Dragon Purge of the Second Age.

The priest finally decided to speak. He held out his arms and he shouted: "HA! I see you, poor wandering souls gathering before my presence. Stand back! I do not wish to catch your sins."

He laughed in a conceited manner.

"Look at all of you wretches. Hungry. Afraid. Angry. You are all men from the South. Of the East and the West. You come here to the North because your kings and leaders have failed you. The rebellious boy-king Hector marches his forces farther into our lands, laying waste to every city from the coasts of Tor Point to the Great White Mountains. Like a rapacious rat, he nips away at the map as though it were cheese; closer and closer to finding his unholy trio of demons to challenge the evil beasts who follow his cousin, The Eradicator of Anubis. Yuri. Our supposed 'chosen hero'. But ever since his coming, Termnnia has fallen ever further into the mud."

He laughs and points histrionically at the crowd as he continues his rhetoric.

"Now, there are rumors of a girl that travels the lands summoning the demonic, winged, fire-spewing spawn of the witch Saafani. With each step she takes, death and destruction follow. Some say she is a herald of the end times. Aye, Without the guidance of the almighty Yeyu, this continent falls apart."

Nods of agreement from the poor people.

"Your mages have failed you. Your 'Goddesses' have failed you. And your 'hero' has failed you. So you come to the one true church for salvation, for you stand at the end of your ropes ready to dangle. You come to Yeyu but do not plead for his mercy! You do not make the signs with your hands! You do not pray and kneel. You come here to our hallowed Northern soil and scream: 'Why have they forsaken us! Why have the Goddesses not answered our prayers? Why has the world fallen farther into the precipice than ever before? Simple. They NEVER were and never have been the keys to your salvation. There is only one who made our world possible. The one who set all in motion. The one who graciously placed flesh on your bones. The one who gave you your pathetic lives is the almighty Yeyu: PRAISE TO HIS NAME!"

"Praise to his name." The people muttered wearily.

The priest balled his fist.

"Let me remind you what has caused our world to fall apart. Long ago, Yeyu the almighty created the world. A paradise for us to live in. A realm for the race of Men. But his sisters, your so-called Goddesses, burned with jealousy over his creation. So they swooped down from their unholy planes and ruined his perfect plan. They brought forth the opprobrious force called magic."

He grinned.

"And the monsters came into our lands. The odious offspring of these sinful enchantresses began to defile the earth. The dragons in the sky. The zombies raising from the mud. The sea serpents lurking beneath the waves. Did we raise blade and shield against them? NO! We studied them! We collected them and used them for our own power and wealth in sinful games. A game of dark rituals called Duel Monsters. We offered our young to them. We twisted their very lives to use these monsters to bring glory to our Houses. We call them Duelists. Children who have been taught the ways of perverse sorcery and their bodies ruined by crystals which poison their veins with Mana to summon the beasts from cards."

The crowd looked at the ground in shame. Many of them forced their children to play Duel Monsters.

"Listen now, you poor souls. The time of the Golden Flames is upon us. Soon Yeyu will bathe the world in his righteous fire and turn the wicked into ashes while we, the saved, will inherit the earth. But he cannot do it alone. This is not the time to cower. You must defend the will of Yeyu, with your lives if need be, for this is the time of the sword and the ax. The Golden Tome speaks of an evil far beyond anything you can believe. And it will come to us in the form of a beast with wings that blot out the sun and fire that will turn the world to ash. But fear not, my brave warriors. With your faith and your strength, we can turn back this menace. With the blessing of the Master of the Flames of Judgement can we bring Termnnia into the light. The grim reaper smiles, waiting for the Warriors of Yeyu to send him the souls of the unbelievers. It is time to fight. Will you help me, defend our world!"

Blair slowly stepped away as the crowds cheered, and ran for the forest. "This is not good," she said. "Not good at all."

Her dragon chirped in her arms. Blair ran for a tree and excavated through a pile of dead leaves until she found a claymore safe and sound. She strapped the weapon over her shoulder with a baldric and pressed on down a dirt road. It was raining heavily, but her cloak was enchanted to be waterproof, and even provided heat for her to keep warm.

The dragon peered his head out of her cloak and sniffed.

"Yeah, there's no time, little guy. They know about her. And if I know the Covenant, they will kill her if they find her." She smiled. "But I doubt they will. She can summon dragons. She's tough. Powerful. She'll be no easy warrior to take down. Now I just need to know where I can find her."