(Somewhere in the old forests of Europe)

"Another dance I think…yes, another dance!"

The fairies nodded, and began to twirls about the forest, and Lord Oberon and Lady Titania, king and queen of the fairies, watched on in mild amusement. The stars flickered above them, mimicking their campfires, and the supernatural beings celebrating the coming of fall and harvest.

Cheers went up as the sprites joined in, twirling through the air, spinning webs of light and magic as their spindly limbs darted about. Sparkling wine was brought forth in wooden goblets, and all partook as the celebration continued.

Lord Oberon looked over at the changling that was tugging on his arm, her eyes wide and full of panic. Oberon thought this strange, what could cause a creature like her fear, especially on this night.

"What frightens you, little one?"

The changling shivered. "Darkness comes, my Lord. Darkness wrapped in light." She withdrew into herself. "We must flee…leave this place…"

Lady Titania laughed at the poor changling, running her fingers through her hair. "What could be so terrible that we would need to flee?

The sky split apart, and the sprites and fairies stood stone still in terror. From the heavens, two gods descended, crashing into the earth. They stood after a moment, taller then any in the clearing, their shining eyes gleaming.

"Where is Robin Goodfellow?" The male asked, his voice stern. He glared at the immortal creatures. "Are you all deaf, I ask you, where is PUCK?!?" His roar thundered through the forest, sending mystical creatures flying in all direction.

Lord Oberon stood, glaring at the god. "Who are you to enter my domain and demand one of my servants? I am Puck's master, and I alone hold his fate in his hand. You must speak through me if you to address Puck."

The man grinned. "Very well." Placing his hand upon his breast, the god bowed. "My name is Anarkayis, and this is Solaris." Oberon and Titania froze, their eyes wide and their blood chilled. "I sense by your terror you have heard of us."

"You are a myth…" Titania said. "The rogue gods, locked away for all eternity."

Sola grinned. "Eternity then came to an unexpected end, because lady, we're here." She cackled in glee, energy blasting out of her fingers and shattering several trees into kindling.

"I ask again…" Anarchy snarled. "Where is Puck?"

"W-why do you seek him?" Oberon stuttered, trying his deck to stand up to the mythic god, the creature that some whispered rivaled the legendary titans.

Sola shook her head. "Our need with Puck is none of your concern. Bring him to us at once." Her eyes flashed, and energy crackled around her. "Or I will wipe you off the face of the Earth."

"She's not kidding." Another voice called out, and all turned to see a lanky sprite leap from a tree branch, his long blonde hair twirling about his head as he skidded to a stop. Pointed ears twitched as he turned to the chaos gods and fell to one knee.

"Father, mother…you have returned." Puck stated.

The white haired god chuckled. "It is Anarchy and Sola now, we decided to change our names while we were in that blasted cube." Anarchy held out his hand, the sprite clasping it and drawing himself up into the hug the chaos god gave him. "But enough formality. Welcome back to your home within my arms, my dear son."

Sola ran a finger along his chin. "You have grown since we've last seen you, dear Puck."

"Mother…father?" Titania questioned. "Puck, what do these to mean…" Her question was cut off, Puck's hand at her throat.

"PUCK!" Oberon shouted.

"Enough of your words, my Queen." He sneered, tossing her aside. "The true rulers of this land have returned. My true masters, the god and goddess that raised me as their own, gave me home and power." His eyes twinkled. "Oh, how you have amused yourself all these millennia, keeping me as your jester. Commanding me to do as you wish without care of my feelings. If you only knew…" Puck raised himself to his full height…about 5 foot 10. "I am Puck, Servant of Anarkayis and Solaris, one of the Four Generals of Chaos!"

Sola clicked her tongue. "Our boy does love to talk. He gets that from you." She paused. "They tormented you, Puck?"

"Constantly."

Anarchy nodded. "Good…then I won't feel bad when I do this." Energy blasted through his as the chaos god rose, Sola grabbing Puck and shielding him with her body. The fairies let out cries of terror as Anarchy's flesh seemed to break apart, revealing his true form. Beneath the mortal skin, his godly body appeared. Flesh of white and black, always moving and shifting, a swirling mass of light and dark. His eyes shone like miniature suns, while crystalline wings burst from his back, grander then any diamond. No other features he held, no mouth, no nose, no ears. But yet, when he spoke, it seemed as if the very sky was falling.

"Let no creature look to the gods in hope!" His voice boomed. "Let no man fall to his knees and pray! Let no child's cry be heard this night! Let no woman's pleas be heard! For the gods do not rule this day! For cursed to silences, all shall be! For you shall never curse this day! For commands Lord Anarchy!"

The wave of energy exploded across the forest, and for each creature in its path, their found their tongues were no longer theirs to control. They could speak of simple things and simple deeds…but never again could they express themselves without Anarchy's blessing. Such was his curse, and a powerful one.

Oberon and Titania stared up with horror-filled eyes as Anarchy reformed back into his mortal shell, holding his hand to Puck.

"Let us leave these fools…there is a world you have to explain to us…and the sooner, the better."

&&&

"Any idea what Dr. Allen's big announcement is?" Hayden asked, taking his spot next to Cassandra. The Rare Hunters were some of the last to arrive, but didn't have a problem finding a seats. Their reputations as the bad kids of the school had served well to get them any seat they wanted.

"None, luv. 'ave no bloody clue why he needed us to come so early in the mornin'." Cassandra replied. "Maybe 'e wants to give us our test scores?"

"In front of everyone?" Lexie grunted, squeezing herself into the tight little chair. Her distended stomach looked about ready to burst, and she was not in the mood to be out in public. She just wanted to curl up in bed and be pampered into her baby was born, then smother it with attention.

Dhmitri nodded. "I have to agree with prego here." Lexie stuck out her at her new nickname. "Doc K is up to something."

"Then we best be on our guard." Mayday added. "That man has been too suspicious of us…I don't like him poking around."

Nessa frowned. "He is unreadable…my Shadow Choker picks up nothing from him…its like a void surrounds him, covering him up and preventing me from seeing his true self."

Missy glanced at her mentor. "Do you think it was wise to come here then, if he's so unpredictable?"

"Yes." Nessa said. "We can not let the façade of us being good little students drop, even for a moment. If this school learned of who we truly were, it would mean a radical change in plans."

"How so?" Dhmitri questioned.

Arliss fielded that question. "At the moment, our next step is to continue recruitin' Rare Hunters, while movin' to eliminate Crowler, Napoleon and Shepard. In the confusion, Arlen seizes control of this academy, at which point Hayden will hack into the school's main system and lock KaibaCorp out. We then plunder the academy blind, and retreat to the caves. Seto Kaiba will probably just bomb the hell out of this island, and we are off to America to begin phase 2."

Cassandra grinned. "That plan 'as everythin' I love: Violence, mayhem, explosions, and us livin'."

"Yes." Arliss said. "But I fear we may have to change plans, even if this announcement of Doc K's is a dud."

"What do you mean?" Lexie asked, curiosity piqued.

The King of Rare Hunters ran his fingers through his hair. "Aster Phoenix. His attack on Nessa has begun a dark chain of events…Chazz Princeton has gone insane, Jaden Yuki disappeared after having his duel spirits locked away from him…The darkness grows weak…" He turned to the rest of the hunters. "Be mindful of your feelings."

Before he could say another word, Doc K entered the arena, calling for everyone's attention. The students grew quiet as their professor stepped towards the podium, where Crowler was rambling on some sort of introduction.

"…has competed in several major tournaments…" Crowler stated, before Doc K roughly shoved him to the side. Viola Malloren caught the interim chancellor, shooting a glare at her associate. Dr. Allen didn't respond, instead sending a wicked look at Alexander Milo before tapping on the mike.

"Many months ago, Alexander Milo was forced to kill James Stilton, after he attacked Chancellor Shepard. The tale the professors told you all is not true: James did no simply lose his mind. No, according Alexander Milo, James was a spy, sent by the Rare Hunters…the dorm he took over."

Alex raised an eyebrow, though inside he worried he knew exactly where this conversation was going.

"Your fate, students, have been placed in the hands of a few teachers and their pet students, to deal with Arliss Lockehart and the rest of his, as they would lead you to believe, fake rare hunters. I am here to tell you…many of the things you hold as truth are lies.

"First, let me assure you that Arliss Lockehart and his little group are, infact, real rare Hunters. They have maimed, murdered, robbed and exploited each of you. I would be lying if I said that every crime committed at this school was their fault, but they came rather close to being kingpins of all that has happened here." He glanced over at Arliss, who watched everything rather blandly. "Of course, Shepard, Alexis Rhodes and her friends, as well as many of the teachers here would have you believe differently.

"But what is more interesting is the question of James. James Stilton was neither a madman nor a Rare Hunter. He was, infact, my employee." A few students murmured at that. "And he was close to revealing this truth."

Clicking a button on the remote he had pulled from his pocket, the big screen in the arena flickered to reveal a drivers license, showing Alexander's face…with Arlen Lockehart's info. Turning to Alex, he clicked another button to show the altered records that switched the original professor's name with his own…then the original professor's body, retrieved from the ocean.

"Alexander Milo…your great savior…is nothing more then a con artist, brother of Arliss Lockehart, the King of the New Rare Hunters." Doc K mocked. "Already he has aided his hunters, made it impossible for us to expel them…except for his dear wife Samantha 'Mayday' Lockehart, who, being 21, is too old to be a part of the academy and as such can be automatically expelled…" Alexander stood up, trembling in rage, letting his Arlen side show through. The game was over, it was time for new plans. "…and has set himself up to be new chancellor."

"Why don't you lay out all your cards, Doc." Arlen snarled, several students letting out cries at his sudden change to a southern accent. "I did my own digging…tell them about your agency."

"The MIB?" Doc K asked. "Why bother. Once you are gone…" he pulled out a small device. "I'll simply mind wipe them all once I drive you hunters out…don't bother getting up." Dr. Allen stated, the doors to the arena locking. "I'm afraid no one leaves till we are done here."

"And what is you will be doin'?" Arliss asked from the stands.

"Dueling the man that killed James Stilton…Arlen Lockehart."

&&&

"Should we be worried?" Vera asked. Sartorious, Antonio, Marco, Chazz and Brutus had taken residence in one of the unused skyboxes, watching as Doc K called the Rare Hunters out.

"Not in the slightest." Sartorious said. "My magic protects us from any machine that doctor might have."

"Speak for yourself." Marco said. "I have no need for your magics…the gods will protect myself and Brutus." The silent duelist merely watched on, arms folded over his great chest. "But if you need to worry, Vera, then perhaps the gods do not call to you as they once did."

Vera frowned. "Why does my Marco talk like this? Why does he attack me so?"

"I am not your Marco." He snapped. "I am only here for the council demands it. You have made it too clear whom you ally with, and I say you may seek his comfort out. This is our last partnership."

The woman clicked her tongue. "Foolish boy…you will not last another day before you long for my arms, and then, when you come, you will have to beg all the harder to feel me once more." Antonio gave his so a wicked glare while Vera spoke, his trigger finger itching.

"Soon we will all long to be in master Sartorious' arms, and beg for his embrace…the embrace of the light!" Chazz exclaimed.

Marco frowned. "What is the word in English…that is so…gay?"

Sartorious glared at Chazz. "Silence you fool…" He turned to the rest of them. "And you as well. I wish to see how this duel plays out, and I cannot take it in with your petty squabbles and foolish arguments. Fight after I am done with you…no sooner."

&&&

"I do not like this one."

Sola turned from the contraption she was examining to stare at Puck as he sullenly glanced at Zane. The dark duelist scoffed at the sprite, who stuck his tongue out in response.

"You like none of the horsemen, Puck…you never have and you never will. Besides, it is of little matter. You know how things are run: Anarchy alone deals with the horsemen, while I have my champion. The generals work for us both, but hold more power then either."

"So you always say." Puck muttered. "But a day with come when your champion will be more then a champion, and then old Robin Goodfellow will be cast to the wolves and this horsemen. And I would prefer to have more pleasant company."

"Perish the thought." Sola said, walking over to Puck. The sprite did not react in the slightest that the goddess wore nothing, her nude flesh almost glowing in the soft light. She ran her fingers along his chin, a soft smile gracing her lips. "My champion will never take my heart…as I doubt any man or woman could. I only love one man, and until another shows they can rival him in power, I will never bow to the arrows of cupid."

Zane rolled his eyes. "And the one you love will never be with you."

Sola was about to retort when Anarchy stepped into the room. He glanced at his sister, and she blushed, suddenly modest.

Puck inwardly chuckled. 'I think my lord does not realize what Lady Sola feels. How humorous.'

As Sola dressed, Anarchy moved to Puck, his face full of confusion. "Tell me Puck…the memories I stole from this flesh's first owner befuddle me. Why do I sense that much has changed in the ways of entertainment. Do people no longer tell stories? If so, what fun is there for us?"

"They do, my lord, but in other mediums."

Anarchy frowned. "I sense the memory of…television?"

Puck nodded. "Yes. The humans have found, through not magic but machines, how to create images and place them with devices, so they may be viewed from many miles away."

"Without magic?" Sola questioned. "How interesting. The humans more and more try to emulate the gods." She slipped her silk robe over her shoulders. "I would almost call it cute, in a blasphemous sort of way."

"Well, I for one am interesting in this television and the mortals' machines of entertainment. Puck, I demand a TV."

"What sort, my Lord?"

Anarchy paused, glancing at the general. "Huh?"

Zane grumbled as he walked over to Anarchy. "Flat screen, wide screen, regular screen, flat wide screen, High Definition, big screen, big flat screen, big wide screen, flat wide big screen?"

The god and goddess gave the Horsemen of War befuddled looks.

"And then there are DVDs, and VHS, and CDs and computers and stereos and Ipods and…"

"Enough!" Anarchy cried, holding out his hand. "Puck…bring me it all…one of everything Zane described…" He snapped his fingers and chunks of gold appeared. "Will this be enough?"

"Not…quite, my Lord."

Sola held her head. "What sort of new evil is this? The humans no longer use gold?"

"They do, but in a different way." Puck explained. "They used paper and lesser metals as an avatar for the gold, since it is easier to carry."

Anarchy nodded. "Then take this gold and procure some…paper money."

"You want that in fives, tens…"

"JUST DO IT!"

&&&

Arlen and Doc K adjusted their duel disks, the crowd around them watching as they prepped for the duel. Shuffling their decks, the two glared at one another, anger simmering within both for the slightest made by the other.

"You were saying about plans changing?" Hayden muttered to Nessa.

"Arliss?" She whispered.

The King waved his queen off. "Let's see how the Doc duels before we begin worryin' about all that, alright darlin'?"

"You do first, Rare Hunter." Doc K said.

Arlen drew his card, looking over his hand for a moment. "To start, I will set one monster in defense, and activate Swords of Revealing Light, to lock your monsters out for 3 turns."

"Arlen is coming out quick." Lexie said.

"He has something in mind…he's setting up for a big monster."

Doc K drew. "I will begin my turn with one card facedown, and the Viral Wolf, in attack mode." The dark wolf snarled as it appeared on the field, ready for when the Light Swords finally fell and let him attack. "And I end my turn."

"They are both playing it rather close." Dhmitri commented. "Each is setting something up, trying to get an early lead." He looked over at his mentor, his adopted father. "The question is, who will get their combo out first?"

Arlen grinned. "Its time to show you just how powerful I am. First, I sacrifice my downface Sangan. When he goes to the grave, I get to select one monster from my deck and add it to my hand." Selecting a card, Arlen did just that. "Next, with that sacrifice, I bring out one of my most powerful D.D. machines…a weapon that never fails, and that roams the barren lands of the different dimension. And now, it will roam your field. Come forth, D.D. Assault Tank!"

The air in front of Arlen split open, and the massive tank hovered onto the field. Twice the size of a Hummer, the great war machine was shaped like a half circle, hover trends keeping it form touching the ground. The curve of the tank was covered in black armor, save for a small window in the front and on top. The sides had lesser armor, and strange ports.

"My D.D. Assault Tank has a special effect that you won't enjoy, Doc. You love using effects to negate and shift attacks…but when I declare an attack, you can't stop the blast, or redirect it, for my tank has a special guidance system that will keep your monsters locked on sight."

"Very good." Dr. Allen said. "But what if I activate a card before hand…like this: Bloodline Call!"

The Viral Wolf let out a howl as it faded, Doc K returning the card to his hand and summoning the Pyramid Turtle to his side of the field.

"Brilliant." Hayden muttered. "The lad knows that Bloodline Call forces monsters to attack the monster that was just summoned. Meaning that Arlen must attack the turtle and trigger its effect."

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Thanks for rooting for our enemy, 'ayden."

Hayden merely watched on.

"Assault Tank, attack the Pyramid Turtle!" Arlen cried out. "Ion Blast!" The small window in the tank's front slid open to reveal a laser, which raced across the field and locked onto the turtle. With a groan, the tank bucked, firing off a mega blast that shattered the Turtle's shell. The creature let out a cry as it fell, shattering and leaving a coffin behind.

"Thank you…now let us see what was hiding in my turtle…ah, of course, my Vampire Lord!" The blue skinned zombie chuckled as he took his spot on the field, bowing to Arlen dramatically. "And now…" Doc K paused, laughing quietly to himself. "Perfect…the first piece to your end, Arlen." He held up a card. "I don't suppose you know much about Time Spell Cards."

The crowd murmured. None of them had ever heard of such a spell, and wondered what it was.

"Can't say I have." Arlen admitted.

"A time spell is an interesting card…it works entirely upon the passage of time, and counts down to a rather big event…in this case, your defeat."

"That, I highly doubt." The Guardian stated.

Doc K grinned. "Lets find out…I activate first Swords of Reveal Light, to lock your monsters out of battle, just as you did mine. Next, I will activate this, my Time Spell Card: Hour of the Witch-King!"

The card appeared on the field, at the students cried out as the arena grew dark, holographic clouds looming all about them. Behind Doctor Kevin Allen, a massive castle appeared, energy swirling about it. Even some of the Rare Hunters trembled at the sight of this new spell, wondering what was its purpose.

"This card will remain on the field for 4 turns. On the final turn, the night will break, and the dawnless day will begin. And with it, the fall of the Rare Hunters." Doc K laughed. "And best of all…there is nothing you can do to prevent any of this!"

Next Time on GX-Hunters: The countdown has begun. As Arlen works to defeat Doc K before the dawnless day begins, he finds his efforts stopped. Will he be able to defeat the not-so-good Doctor in time?

Meanwhile, Anarchy and Sola learn of the world, plotting their next move, when they sense a force that will bring them to the academy…and send Zane off to make his first attack as the Horsemen of War.

Hour of the Witch-King Part 2

Author's Note: Delayed this chapter because of the low reviews I have been getting. When I don't get feedback on chapters I work rather hard on, I tend to just take a break and then come back, in hopes the readers will be hungrier for the next chapter and drop me a line.