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My first fantasy and loving it, hope you enjoy it also. I'm so excited and the biggest news of all is the fact we have reviews . . . Love it.

Well, Golden Goddess has a new name; it's now called The Golden Elf Warrior, a Tale of Faith, thanks to 'tommy2.0' I love it. You're my muse for this story, so expect lots of pm's in the future. You're the best.

Recap: "Fine I will let you do as you wish, but understand you're on your own, Elfin." Seto laughed as he lowered his rod.

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Chapter2

The minute Seto released the spell the wizards rushed forward only to fall in a heap of legs and arms at Mokuba's feet. To the right Seto looked on with amusement, Joey had disappeared.

"Where did he go!!" the coven bellowed in unison. Their heads swirled around the room looking up and down; searching for the boy with the screaming voice. Bakura spotted him first.

"Look up, he's on the stairs," he pointed in the direction of the spiral staircase and everyone advanced forward; but the boy possessed lighting speed and glided down the ornate railing only to land behind the master of the mansion, Kaiba. He held on to the back of Kaiba's robes even amidst the flaming sparks flying around.

"Ouch, Seto-dono . . . . Your robe," Bakura howled. "Who the hell are you?" Bakura screamed out, "Black Witch!!"

"Perhaps you should refrain from pissing me off," Seto hadn't enjoyed an evening at home in ages. He found it interesting his treasured robe didn't attack the boy, but wanted to protect him.

The wizards regained their composure and glared at the boy hiding behind their lord; no one move an inch. He was under the protection of Kaiba.

"Nii-sama, he's not a witch, I would know. Bakura you're an idiot!!" Mokuba spoke, "He's good, and I can feel it."

'Ahh …………….. Little brother, dig deeper into your powers and you would be able to see with my eyes. He's more beautiful than you will ever know.' Seto broke away from his private thoughts and spoke.

"Perhaps, we should listen to his words," Seto pushed Joey forward.

"P . . . Please it was the child that called me to this place you must let me help!! H . . . Help me, one of you lies and if you continue the child will die!"

Ryou moved forward and fell on the cold wood floor in front of Kaiba, "Lord Kaiba, please don't let my child die, please forgive me."

"Ryou what the hell are you talking about, get back over here??" Malik commanded; but for once Ryou ignored his angry words.

Joey moved closer and placed his hands on Ryou's waist and his ears rested gently on the boy's lower stomach. "She's frightened, but safe for now. She wants the other, the powerful one, the strong one; she needs his guidance." Joey's eyes locked with the fear and concern in the Ryou's face. He was also somewhat relieved.

"I haven't felt any movement for days," Ryou sniffed, "I thought my child was dead," tears gathered in his eyes, the pain clearly written on his face.

"Child . . . shit he's with a brat . . ." Bakura laughed, "So who's the sire . . . can't be Malik; he's clueless."

"Shut up . . . bastard," Ryou hissed. "Malik I'm so sorry."

"T . . . . There's no time, she needs the other, the one who made her. Please come you must save the child." Joey screamed, but this time he controlled the siren in his voice.

Ryou lifted up his robe to reveal a small yet distinctive rounded stomach for all to see. He reached out with one hand and invited Malik to come. "Malik it's our child, don't let her die."

Malik didn't have time to vent his rage or embarrassment, he responded to the tears on Ryou's face and a feeling of unexplainable pain in his heart. It wasn't a secret he was sometimes cruel and pushy with his mate, but he always felt Ryou would never deceive him. In moments Malik held his lovers hand and kneel down at his feet.

"Listen with your heart and you will hear her voice . . . talk . . . . Hurry he's after her and there is nowhere to hide."

"Who is it?" Ryou screamed. "Pain, Pain . . . I feel great pain, hurry Malik."

"Talk . . . how in the hell am I suppose to talk," Malik grumbled.

"Yeah, daddy," Bakura taunted the couple.

"Nii Sama, do something." Mokuba called, "I feel evil in the house . . . its close."

"Ahhh . . . maybe we have the wrong daddy." Bakura continued his games.

Seto glared at Bakura; he was very close to conjuring up a spell to send the fool to hell. Bakura had been a pain in everyone's ass since his breakup with the Ryou. Plus to complicate matters the ancient ring of the ages chose Ryou as its rightful owner. Bakura hoped to own both, but he fell miserably in the art of true love.

"She's can't do this alone, clear the doubt from your mind and remember the joining, the love you shared in the dark, in your world and you will see the joy . . . you will see the magic of your love . . . hurry." Joey took Ryou's trembling hand and Malik's resisting hand. He joined them together and placed them over Ryou's lower stomach just below the belt line inside his pants; out of sight of the others.

A mild shock coursed through Malik's body and he felt the presence of a small soul. It was the same feelings he remembered having as a child locked away in the tombs centuries ago with his parents. But this was different, he felt warmth and a small cry touched his soul, pushing. It was gentle like Ryou's heart, the shock was love.

"I can feel the child, my child . . . "Malik whispered, he pressed his hands firmly against Ryou's. Ryou's face cracked into a little smile and a tear settled on his lower lip.

"Is she o . . . ok?"

"Shit . . . there's someone else, he's after her. . . . Wait. . . !!" Malik turned his angry on Joey. "Help me, what can I did. It's the darker side, my evil soul."

"But, Koi . . . you destroyed that boy, why is he here." Ryou screamed and withered in fresh pain.

"I destroyed him years ago, but he's returned. What magic is this?" Malik grabbed Joey by the ragged collar of his clothes.

"No . . . koi . . . stop . . . we need him."

Joey screamed out and fire blazed from his arm. Mysterious writings appeared on his arm. The writings glowed bright red and tore open his flesh. "Y . . . You must tell her the words . . . it's the only way to destroy the evil. Speak the words . . ." Joey's eyes closed and he lay still on the floor.

Ryou continued to moan the pain was unbearable. He wouldn't last much longer. "Malik I can't hold him back he's close, please speak the words."

All the wizards backed away from the burning arm, never had they ever witness the art of 'living magic'. It was only something written in ancient scrolls; like flying dragons, nasty trolls, and elves with pointed ears. Fairy tales for children, yet the boy's arm was on fire and the words seem to hum.

"Ra . . . my god," Seto moved closer, even he couldn't understand the words, yet he held no fear. This was something he dreamed of; power. Yes the elves were extinct, their powers long forgotten, yet here in his house the magic lived.

"HOW!!!" Malik drawn to the flame touched Joey's arm. He could hear voices in his head and his eyes rolled back, the light faded to dark. "I can't see!!!"

"Feel with your heart . . . ahhhhhhhhhh" Joey screamed as the flesh continued to burn and travel up to his collarbone. He raised his other arm and reached for Malik's face. With his waning strength he glossed over his eyes with gentle finger tips, praying in his native tongue for strength. "Speak the words with your heart, she'll hear . . . . Joey's eyes closed again as the fire started a burning path down his other arm, he felt as though he'd die.

"Malik allowed the darkness to become his light and he silently spoke the ancient spell written on the boys burning flesh. It was a spell to banish the evil. "Listen my daughter . . . Say the words . . . Together say the words . . . NOW!!!!"

Malik's hands started to burn . . . his child was afraid if she didn't chant the spell soon he would lose them both. Ryou was burning up with fever and he couldn't stop shaking.

"Call her name . . . . Only you can do it," those were the last words the elf spoke, before darkness took him.

"He called her name from the depths of his soul and the little child's ears opened in his mind. Their conscious souls connected and she heard. "Say the spell, destroy the evil and live!!!"

Malik chanted the spell of protection tattooed on his back and the flames started to subside. Ryou's breathing slowly returned to normal.

"Ryou . . . speak to me . . . its over."

Everyone watched as the words disappeared from Joey's arm and the air was once again scented with sweet incense; the burning flesh disappeared. The beauty only Seto could see existed once more.

"Malik . . . I love you." Ryou whispered; he was so tired.

"Nii-sama,"

"Take your mate to bed and care for his needs. It appears you have much to learn." Quietly Seto leaned over and examined Joey. "He's ok Mokuba, he just fainted." Without further discussion Seto lifted the sleeping boy into his arms and carried him upstairs, Mokuba followed.

It was a night of revelation for all. It was a night of living magic in the Kaiba mansion; their lives would be forever changed. It was the first of many battles for the warrior elf.

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