"Afternoon, Seto!" A deep voice could be heard in the distance.

Before looking back to see whom called out to him, Seto finished tying the knot of the net to the picket he purged into the soil. He wiped his brow and stood, looking in the direction the voice had come from. By the fence near the entrance to the farm stood the local magician, assigned to the town from the Kingdom.

"Nice seeing you, Dharc. My crops could use a good rain today." Seto smiled, stepping lightly passed his crops to meet with with.

Surprisingly, he wasn't alone today. He was accompanied by an older teenage boy, who couldn't be more than sixteen years old. What was more surprising was the appearance of him. Yet another white haired, pale complexioned person with blue eyes was here in their small town. Kindly, Seto smiled to him.

"And who's this?" Seto bowed his head as he asked.

The boy bowed in return, but held his tongue as Dharc answered in place of him. "A magician in training. It's getting pretty difficult to summon so much rain now that I'm getting up there in age. Aella is quite gifted in his water magic abilities. When I'm to renounce my magic, he'll be taking over for me."

With a nod, Seto turned his focus to the boy. "Nice to meet you, Aella. Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

The boy smiled, and began signing to Seto, interpreted by Dharc. "'Sorry, I'm not much of talker. I've taken a vow of silence until my training is completed.'"

"Ah, I see. I thought maybe I intimidated you." Seto was honest, but also relieved that Aella wasn't silent from being around the son of the criminal.

He continued to sign, which Seto was thankful Dharc was there to interpret. He was never good at reading the language of the hands, though his mother had tried to teach him in his childhood days.

"'No, not in the least. If anything, I respect you and your likeness of the royal family. It's an honor to meet the man who provides a bounty for the royals.'" Aella signed, though Seto was sure that his mentor made him sound more well spoken. Aella's expression even seemed irritated with the translation.

With a chuckle, Seto enthused, "Well, now you get to help with that. If it weren't for Dharc here, there wouldn't be any crops. I'll need your help to make them grow."

His cheeks flushed, reminding Seto of Kisara… And the thought of her immediately distracted him again.

"Putting up your nets early this year I see?" Dharc interjected. "The harvest festival isn't for several days out, right?"

"Ah, about that…" Seto signed, his eyes averting as he tried to concentrate instead of day dreaming of the girl who was waiting for him at the shrine. "I'm not gonna be here for it this year. I'll be in the kingdom's inner city. Mokuba's receiving his judgment, and wants me to be there to witness it."

"How'd he manage that?" They both seemed pretty surprised. "Especially without the pigments of the White dragons, being selected for judgments are usually pretty difficult."

"Well, he's a solider now... He was recently knighted a 'sir' of the imperial guard." Seto crossed his arms and sighed.

"Your brother always did like to stand out when ever the opportunity was given." You could tell that Dharc was reliving a memory as he closed his eyes. "That spitfire really made his way up the ranks pretty quickly, didn't he?"

"It's impressive, I'll admit. I still don't see the appeal of it all though." Again he sighed.

Aella began signing once again, but Dharc shook his head. "There's no point in trying to convince this one. Seto would much rather live out here at the edge for the rest of his days and be content. I've never met someone who dislikes the city as much as him." There was a silence as Aella continued to sign. "Funny enough, I don't think Seto's been there since he was a child. He probably didn't get to experience the beauty of it."

Seto rolled his eyes and Aella smiled with a silent chuckle. "I like the greenery here. I like the surroundings of nature instead of the bright whites and stone stretching as far as the eye can see."

Aella signed the meaning for "I understand that," and Seto recognized the gestures for that one, even before it was translated for him. "'I hope you can at least enjoy the city while you're there visiting for your brother's judgment.'"

"You and me both."

"Well then!" Dharc clapped his hand together to grab the attention of the two before placing his hand on Allea's shoulder. "You ready to get enchanting? We've got to get the other farms and vineyards around here too. Not a lot of time to chit chat until you get the rounds down."

Annoyed, Allea rolled his eyes and nodded. Seto chuckled, stepping off to the side and following his path way up to the gate of his fields. Typically it was a good place to get out of the rain and keep himself dry while Dharc would call for the rains. It was the first time that Seto ever had company on the side lines to watch as Dharc leaned against the fence beside him.

"You can begin now, Allea!" Dharc yelled down to him.

Allea turned back and signed for him to shut up. Seto couldn't hold back his laugh from that one, knowing what it translated to without having to be told.

"I guess he's a spitfire too?"

"A bit…" Dharc studied Allea's movements closely, watching for mistakes. "He doesn't want to be a magician, at least that's what I was informed before taking him under my wing… His parents gave him up to the 'Shrine of the West' when he was still an infant… Said he was was taking away from the magic that kept their furnaces going, and called him 'accursed.' The shrine maiden who took him in saw great potential in him as a magician almost immediately, and became his mother figure… While he can harbor more magic within him then most magicians, regardless of age, he's not been the best at controlling his magic…"

"And you're letting him bring forth rain on my crops…"

"As I said before, he's gifted in water magic. It's one of the easier to tame… But I'm looking for where his magic is spilling out… One thing I can do better than most is see the magic as it's being used… And they're hoping I can use that ability to help Allea keep control."

Seto kept quiet, now watching Allea with intense eyes. Allea held his hand to the air, and from nothing appeared a staff. It was common use to have one for producing magic. Since he had vowed himself silent, he wouldn't be able to use the spells aloud to call down the rain. He'd have to preform the enchantment. Seto couldn't help but wonder if speaking the words would be better or worse for him. Would the performance keep the area for the rain in check? Or just the opposite?

Straightening the staff, Allea held it from the strong in his right hand. Like the chime of a clock ticking, Allea swung the staff to his left and back to his right. He stomped his left foot on the ground and held the staff towards the sea sky, drawing a circle and swinging it back downward so the top faced the ground at his right side. He then spun the staff between his finger while pulling it in front of him, and clapping it to his left hand. He held tightly with both hands now, and tapped the ground with the bottom of the staff, and began to wait.

Dharc and Seto now looked towards the sea sky as well, watching as the clouds began to form beneath the dome and expand the length of Seto's fields. Allea held the staff with just his left hand now, using the right to point his hand at the edge of where the clouds were expanding to, bringing them to a halt. He tapped the bottom of the staff once more to the ground, and gently, droplets of rain began to seep through the graying clouds.

In a matter of minutes, the rain began to pour quickly, refreshing Seto's crops and quenching a much needed thirst.

"He's very good." Seto gave his approval. "Any slip ups?"

But Dharc was silent, still keeping a keen eye on the boy.

Knowing he wouldn't receive and answer, Seto closed his eyes, and yawned into the silent pitter-patters of the falling rain. It was a peaceful few moments he would get. Sure, it was part of his routine, but it was still something he only got to experience once every several days. There was something about it that Seto loved. The rain was one of the few things he felt he looked forward to more than anything.

"I wonder what she thinks of the rain?" Seto thought to himself, reopening his eyes and turning his head to look back towards the shrine.

The pit of his stomach sank with the sudden feeling that he was keeping her waiting. Was she there waiting all day? Or did she have other things she had to tend to before meeting him there? What kind of things would she normally be doing at this time of day back in the city? He didn't know much of anything about her life in the city, other than she has a stand-in-father who didn't like her away from the city.

Though the dreams he had the night before suggested that she lived a lavishing life style, Seto couldn't be so sure. The image of her wrapped in chains plagued his thoughts. The haunting feeling of her being chained like that was gut wrenching.

Seto abruptly opened his eyes as a gust of wind seemed to blow past his ear. He frantically looked around, realizing Dharc was no longer by his side, and reappeared by Allea. He couldn't make out what Dharc was saying to him, but from the expression on Allea's face, he could tell that something was going wrong.

With his eyes to the clouds above, he watched as the began circling. "Please no… Please no…"

Allea was powerful indeed, so powerful that the calm rain clouds were becoming a storm rather quickly. While Dharc was keeping a calm tone while trying to guide Allea through his enchanting to fix things, Allea whimpered. He wanted to speak, but the oath he had taken had stolen his voice completely. And something Seto thought he'd never see had begun before his very eyes; The magic was spilling very visibly from the palm of his hands, and dribbling through the cracks of his mouth. It took the form of a dark violet smoke, and made him appear as though he was choking from it consuming his lungs.

Dharc stood behind him, reaching forward to grab hold the boy's staff. He helped to guide him in the proper steps of fixing the enchantment. Seto's eyes couldn't follow well enough, as he was occupied by the thought of what he'd do if his crops were suddenly destroyed, and so close to the visit where his fields would be judged on their quality.

"Rain of Mercy!" Dharc called out, finishing the incantation.

But the clouds didn't settle. They only began to expand.

After a few moments of hesitation, and noticing that enchantment wouldn't respond to him, Dharc could only think of two options to make this stop, and he didn't have the time for the performance required for one of them. He was left with but one option… He'd have to hurt Allea in choosing it.

"It's not out of malice, Allea." Dharc explained, turning him to face him and placing both of his hands on the side of Allea's head, staring intensely into his eyes. "Magic Drain!"

Allea's eyes opened wide, knowing what was about to happen, he tried to shake free, but the gravity around him became extraordinarily heavy. Out of instinct, he tried to fight it off, but it didn't take long for Dharc's eyes to glow, and the magic that was spilling from Allea to get pulled into Dharc's body. While it hurt Allea to lose so much of his magic at once, it also seemed to put a strain on Dharc. He then fell to one knee, still holding Allea's head with him as he crashed down into the man's chest.

He was without consciousness, and yet the blackened clouds remained above. Spots flickered with silent lightening, and rain still poured to the fields below. The clouds grew outside the range of his farm, the rain now gracing his skin and making it way to the dirt and cobblestone paths that connected his land to the rest of the edge.

Dharc shook with weakness, as he slowly lifted his head to the clouds above as his eyes regained normality. "Why won't they calm?"

Seto began to trudge forward, "What can I do to help?!"

Dharc looked back over to Seto, "We may just have to wait this out… I don't have the kind of power Allea has to call this back, but… His lack of control is almost…. Demonic."

Having heard that, Seto wasn't pleased. "He's a kid, not a demon! He's got a long way to go but—"

"My, aren't you blessed?" A familiar voice graced their presence.

Turning quickly to his side, she was there. She had made no sound. He wasn't even sure how she got there as quickly as she had, but she was there at his side again. Any panic he felt had suddenly melted away.

"Kisara?"

She smiled, turning her head slightly and bowing it to acknowledge that she had heard him, though she kept her focus forward to the two magicians. She knelt down, her dress falling now on the muddied soil. Dharc stared in astonishment, as the woman reached her right hand forward, placing it atop Allea's head.

"A demon isn't the right word…" Kisara rubbed his head. "This magic isn't meant for this use. This boy was a warrior in his previous lives…" She closed her eyes, as if recalling a memory. "Your spells will have no affect on him. His soul will negate them, as it always had."

"But he absorbed Allea's magic?"

Still gently petting his head, Kisara smiled back at Seto. "That may be, but the spell Allea cast is still active. Removing his magic like that… was honestly useless."

Dharc swallowed the nervousness that stuck in his throat, "I apologize your grace. I didn't believe I'd be able to cast anything quickly enough before the rain became a storm."

"No need to apologize, but let's get this fixed before we ruin Seto's beautiful fields, shall we?"

Seto didn't understand, but watch as Dharc nodded, carefully lying Allea to the ground. He stood by Kisara, who stood before him, nearly a foot shorter than he. Bits of thunder began to burst as the lightning still jumped between the clouds above. Surely, the rest of the villagers were aware of the storm at this point, as the clouds rolled closer to the dome's edge.

"Your name?"

Seto listened intently, and careful watched the scene.

"Dharc."

Kisara held her left hand forward, palm facing up. "Dharc—Magician blessed with the divine, I grant you this blood of mine, to cast a magic jammer to dissipate the storm."

Carefully, Dharc reached forward, his hand hovering atop Kisara's. As if she had been pricked by the edge of a blade, blood began to form in her palm. Dharc then used his index finger to draw a star with her blood on her palm. Once finished, closed her hand into a fist, to which he cupped his hand over hers, and pointed with his other hand to the storm above.

"I cast Magic Jammer." He was quiet as he spoke the words.

Lightning thrust from the tip of his finger to the clouds, seemingly breaking straight through them. It was in that same instance that the clouds vanished, as if they were never there to begin with. The rain had halted, cutting a silence through the air that couldn't have been anticipated.

Though his fields were drenches and their clothes were soaked, the world around them was again bright. Seto was amazed, and anxious at the same time. He could only gaze upon her, and couldn't find any words to say.

"You may rest now, Dharc."

The two lowered their hands. Dharc took a step back, and bowed to her. Kisara closed her eyes and nodded, turning again to face Seto as Dharc collected Allea in his arms.

"I'll come back by tomorrow and properly water the fields for you." Dharc apologized. "I didn't expect things to go out of hand like this."

"No worries." Seto looked to Allea, unconscious in Dharc arms. "I wonder why a warrior was born with such great magic within him?"

Kisara's smiled faded. "The problem with a past life is that we cannot control the heredity aspects of their life. His body was not meant for a soul like his… While I understand the need for him to learn to control his magic… It would be better used in a different matter."

"Did you know Allea from the city?" Seto couldn't hold his tongue.

Dharc took notice of how he was able to speak with the Dragon Blood girl, somewhat confused. "I will be taking Allea back to the inn for rest. It was a pleasure to meet you, your grace."

She slightly sighed, but smiled and nodded to him again. "It was also a pleasure to meet the magician of The Edge. Please, take care of Allea. He's a good kid."

As Dharc took his leave, Seto quieted his tone. "I'm guessing you're much higher no the hierarchy then I've been made aware…"

"Don't worry, Seto." Kisara took a step forward, leaning down lightly and looking at her hand where the blood was beginning to dry. "I like the way you speak with me. Please don't change it because of my status…"

He had the feeling that she didn't want to be asked, but the curiosity got the better of him. "How…. High are you over someone like me?"

Her eyes fixated on him. Those beautiful blues, with those intimating white pupils. "I'd rather not discuss that… But if we're being honest… Not by much."

"Not by much?" He could only wonder what she meant by that.

Kisara was a woman who carried in her the blood of a white dragon. Seto was nothing more than a farm boy, living on the Edge of Atlantis. He was aware that he carried some semblance of dragon's blood within him. The fact he could slip through the dome to pull her back in was proof enough of that. But his hues were nothing close to a white dragon. He couldn't think of a single thing that could put him nearly close to her.

"My apologizes…."

"Don't be sorry." She stood up straight once more. "But, you'll have to make up for this one."

He nodded, accepting without question. "How shall I do that?"

Her expression turned serious as she stared into his eyes. Seto was taken aback, not expecting anything that was about to transpire.

"Hide me."

For Reference

Dharc is from the Yu-Gh-oh cards:
- Dharc the Dark Charmer
- Familiar-Possess Dharc
Dharc is meant to also look like the character from the cards listed above, but much older.

Allea is a female name meaning "whirlwind" in greek. I chose this name to reflect that he is a bit more flamboyant in nature, but can't express it that well being under oath of silence.

Allea is to look like the a younger version of the "Silent Swordsman Lv4" Card, with the hues of a Blue Eyes White Dragon.