Disclaimer: All Rights of the Yugioh characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi. Reference to Tolkien's lands and characters will appears in the next chapters, however the story is mine.
A/N: (*) I've included a small glossary and explanation of lands and characters to eliminate any confusion; well it's amazing what happens to a story once fans get involved with the thought process. This story is continuing to evolve and grow, so fill free to voice your opinion, thanks so very much.
Joey flees Kaiba's protection and hides in a nearby forest. This chapter gives a back story and introduces Joey's family it's a bit of a side story but necessary to understand. Enjoy . . .
Chapter six: Remembrance
Farther than the mortal eye could ever see, or deeper than any ones imagination could dream there existed a realm of magic. Its borders were beyond the highest of mountains, with skies so blue it's depth of color rivaled the deepest ocean. Rainbows to the east and crimson sunsets to the west existed side by side. There was never a clear definition of day or night only the fact remain that time traveled onward. The average mortal would say that the magical realm was only in a dream or a child's fantasy, yet a child not tainted by the ravage of adulthood saw it clearly. He or she could step outside the world of normality and watch as unicorns flew across the night skies, or watch fairies dance in the twilight with delicate rose petals adorning the long golden trestles we call hair. When did the adults start to doubt? Why couldn't they hear the sorrowful cry of a mother in distress?
Aonani (*), Joey's elfin mother a true warrior priestess, held her arms up to the skies; she made fist of her tiny hands and screamed for all to witness the pain in her heart. Aonani, sometimes called the golden warrior tore pieces of hair from her head as penitence for the sins she committed.
"What have I done? Oh God of Gods! It would have been so easy to allow the earth to swallow my body, who'd care," and then she heard the sound. Hoof beats strong and steady, her lover was near.
Aonani ran to the comforting sound and remember why she had come to this forbidden land with only her heart for guidance. The Golden Warrior couldn't see clearly, blinded by her tears so she missed her step and fell forward. Seosamh (*), Joey's blood father challenge his magnificent stallion to its limits and reached the woman before she hit the ground. He leaned over and scoops the delicate creature up, and rides away.
"My precious," he whispered against Aonani's flushed cheeks, torrent of tears soaked the leather armor on his chest and she cried freely in his arms.
The lovers relaxed in a grove hidden from view, he drew lazy circles with the tips of his fingers on her back, and the woman relaxed. With a touch born of love he tilted the woman's chin up and glazed into the deepest hazel eyes he'd ever seen. She was beautiful.
"Speak to me; there aren't any secrets between you and I."Seosamh's deep baritone voice mingled with the wind and resounded in her mind.
Seosamh captivated the female warrior; he was her equal in every way. Seosamh's very presence involved power. His eyes the deepest of blues complimented the warrior's pale ivory skin. Even among men he was beautiful. Long silken chestnut hair trailed down his back. Today he tied it behind his ears with a leather strap. The style exposed his powerful neck and she drew strength.
"Oh my lord, husband of my heart. It pains me greatly the sin I've committed against you. I can't bare the sorrow; its weight is like a stone pressed against my heart."
Aonani placed her hands between the sharp cleavages of her taunt breast. Torrents of tears continued to fall "You must hate me so."
"Hush, my beloved. Your only desire was to protect our child. He would have only known misery in this land. Your pride and courage staggers my heart even now." Seosamh's words wove a tapestry of colors around Aonani's heart. She brightens for a moment and he saw a spark of fire in the depths of her eyes.
"You are too lenient with your affections, my lord. You may never see him again, or watch the man he'll become. Who will teach him to draw a bow, or hold a sword? It's a father's duty and I in my haste have robbed you of that glory. If you choose to leave my side, I still wouldn't suffer enough."
"Silence, woman, must you speak such nonsense, when our time alone is so precious."
It was times like this Seosamh felt useless against this self inflicted torture, she was consumed with, interrupting the normal thought process in her mind.
"Aonani," he whispered and stole the next words right out of her mouth with a kiss. His lips touched the worry lines on her brow. He moved down to each swollen eyelid and dried every tear with his lips and warm breath. Aonani's cheeks burned crimson.
His touch infected every fiber of her body and her heart filled with renewed devotion to this man.
"He's in a place free of ignorance and treachery. Perhaps there is love. Were you not gilded by your heart?" Seosamh smiled.
Aonani opened her eyes to his warm touches and revealed large golden hazel orbs. Sun bleach curls fell forward, and he sighed. The woman's beauty still confused his senses. It was times like this he'd forget to breathe. 'God I love her,' he thought and remember the first time he'd laid eyes on this woman.
Flash Back:
It was a day of celebration, you see clans from all over the magical world gathered under the twin moons in Antivan (*), a special city which joins the kingdoms of man and elf together. High above in the heavens be it day or night, the twin moons watched over the world below, and under their watchful eye peace reign. The moons were thought to be day/night. One moon wore a ring of gold so she was day. The other wore a ring of mist, so he was the night. It was a time to celebrate births, arrange marriages, and develop treaties among tradesmen. Man and elf lived in peace.
As a young warrior of seventeen, quite handsome and sought after by many neighboring clan for his masculinity and kind spirit, Seosamh, was the center of attention at today's festival. Previously at thirteen he received a crossbow, ranking 1st in a competition meant for men of great strength. Now at seventeen he was being awarded a great prize, the summoning flute of dragons. It had the power to call forth the great dragons of old. Although centuries had passed since they answered, the elders believed the dragons of peace no longer listen, because man had grown greedy, spiteful, and had become killing machines. They didn't fight for honor or glory, only power. So the dragons slept and left man to his own folly. The flute had become a relic of the past yet it still represented great honor and was used for ceremonial purposes.
Seosamh stood upon a grand platform and received this gift from the gods, but nothing compared to the beauty to the far left of his line of vision, she warmed his heart and made concentrating on the proceedings difficult.
Seosamh, thought only to glaze upon her long golden hair which hung to the ground and covered her slender body completely. His hand ached to touch the wavy folds that lay at her feet. She was a high born elfin maiden from the clan of white magic, raised in Valinor (*).
It was a double edge sword, because the handsome prince robbed the young woman of all that was right. His eyes were so blue, and she could see the ocean in his depth.
Honey orbs pure as the sun and blues clear as the sky glazed back and forth at each other. Throughout the day and into evening celebrations continued and the couple stole away if only to touch and experience the magic that drew their souls together.
On the third day the royal child of the white clan was born, it should have been a happy time, but the child was of mixed blood. Cries from the queen rang throughout the lands and she confessed to be raped. The queen was a victim and the rapist was a prince from the land of men, known as Tri na Nog (*).
The king demanded penitence, and threats or revenge circled around the festivities. Fights broke out, families once join together by friendship divided and lines were drawn across the land. By the end of the fifth day talks of war filled the air. Two days later the queen was found dead in her chambers with the dark child. They appeared to have been poison. Under the twin moons in a royal encampment a prince lay dead with a golden arrow in his heart.
The kingdoms prepared to fight and great armies gathered on the fragile borders of the two large kingdoms, Tri na Nog and Eldanor. Hatred manifested in the purest of hearts and after years of peace the land of men and elves were going to war.
Before the first arrow left the bow the twin moons dropped to the earth and separated the lands. The earth shook with such power and a bottomless chasm divided the lands, mountains sprung up surrounded with heavy mist and shadowed the land of men, from the elfin eyes. Murky rivers began to flow and the stench caused the elves to cough and spit up bowel. Fruitless trees attracted fowl creatures around their trunks. The ground was covered with thorny grass, burning stones, and pits of tar. It was a land empty of spirit and life.
For days the clans wondered in darkness, lost to the world. Eventually the moons calmed their spirits motivated by the strong love of Seosamh and Aonani and returned to the sky. They parted and refused to share the same heavens, it would be centuries before peace returned and the land of evil vanished. Such was the tale as Seosamh understood.
The moons wept and the land of Mordor was so named. Antivan disappeared and took many lives with it to the grave of graves.
The couple met in secret within the dark borders of Mordor. Their love grew in the mist of such evil, and after many years a child was born, Ru Nes Alean Athem. He resembled his mother in looks and his temperament radiated from his father. Ru Nes was the product of two hearts joined in secret love. The dream was destroyed when his birth mark appeared in the form of a dragon. Seosamh trusted Aonani with his heart, and the life of their son. His only wish was that he couldn't do more.
END OF FLASHBACK
"Husband of my heart I'll give you this gift," she open her bodice and withdrew a crystal.
"That . . . isn't it forbidden and secret to your people?"
"Much has changed in these times. With this crystal I have the power to see our son. It will only be for a moment. So look deeply and you must believe."
Aonani chanted a few words and Seosamh looked into the magical orb, there in the clear light, the man sobbed for joy. A young boy with a smile on his face lay in the arms of another. His features were relaxed and for a moment he opened his eyes.
"He's so beautiful," the warrior smirked. He squeezed his lovers hand and brought his face closer to the crystal. Another image appeared. Tall, dark, yet pale of skin, with dark chestnut hair, much like his own. No this man was the image of a great warrior of the past. He held Seosamh's son in his arms as a precious possession and in the back ground another image surface.
"Aonani can you see it, they are protected by the greatest dragon in the history of my clan. Seosamh watched as the shinning blue eyes dragon stood in front of the couple. He floated in and rapped his tail lovingly around the couple. He didn't think the boy was aware of the magic he posses, but the father smiled.
"You are pleased my lover, it doesn't bother you that he loves a man?" Aonani whispered.
"He is protected by a great warrior, one who will ..." His words were cut off. The sound of hoof beats cut him off.
"Hurry, Seosamh bury the crystal. No one must ever find our child or discover the secrets in my heart. I've left a little part of my soul inside. Please hurry . . ."
The warrior punched a hole in the ground, with his fist and cast a spell of his own over the crystal. With all his might he hurled it deep into the earth and closed it tight.
"Now leave . . . . I can hold them off long enough for you to reach your lands. The crystal had taken much of her power. "Hurry!!!!"
She cast a time spell but it held the riders for a moment. Two archers raised a bow and shot arrows at the warrior. One pierced his body and he fell forward on the neck of his stead. Aonani smiled as she watched the muscles of the stallion bunch and ripple as rider and beast crossed over into the land of men. He was safe.
"This isn't over witch."
The golden warrior chuckled.
"Where is the boy? Where is the half breed?"
"How dare you address me in such a manner?" Aonani gathered her robes up and mounted her horse. 'My husband and son are safe. I am pleased.'
"You are nothing to us. It is your father Gildor (*) that demands his capture. You have run free with this half breed long enough. It is time to put his blood and organs to good use. Where is the child!?"
"He is dead!" She screamed. "Now do with me as you will?"
Proudly the golden warrior rode away.
In another dimension,
As the evening closed in on the golden warrior of Valinor in another dimension the dawn broke for her son. The twin moons governed all and watched closely. This woman sent her only son to a strange land and only a few hours ago, with happiness, the father sealed his faith. Truly great courage existed between the two so the moons watched the activities of this exceptional pair in love. Maybe the time of forgiveness and peace had finally come to the land of men and elves.
The warm caress of the sun on Joey's skin stirred his senses and his eyelids fluttered open. He always enjoyed feeling the night close its curtains, but the morning always brought renewed strength and hope to his heart.
"Oh goddess of the forest, thank you; your protection is my grace and I will honor you always." It was a prayer taught by Aonani, Joey's mother to say every morning. Joey wept remembering his mother's voice. In some lands she was called, 'Gale 'which meant lovely voice.
The boy's voice was so mellow animals throughout the city listen and birds chirped.
It took a moment for the boy to remember . . . "Why am I here in this forest, dressed in another man's clothes?" He asked the few animals at his feet, but they only continued to sing.
"Oh, the baby . . . Mokuba . . . the wizard Kaiba," he hummed, "I escaped from his power and his frightening aura; the scent from his body overpower my senses." Joey rose from his resting place and continued to think.
"This is so much better that the hell I call home. I could stay here forever!" he danced in a circle. "I don't care where this is; it's away from that house."
Confident and at ease Joey could sense water and thought a bath would be nice, he headed out with warm feelings throughout his body. Little creatures covered any evidence of his presence with leaves and branches.
"Morning friend willow," Joey spoke to the huge tree after his morning bath and breakfast of fruits.
"MORNING IT'S NEAR NOON ELF-BOY," the old man seem to be upset, "IS IT A GOOD MORNING? . . . MY ROOTS ARE DRYYYYYYYYYY !"
Quickly Joey raced to the small lake and gathered water in Kaiba's shirt. Next he watered the tree by ringing out all the water he'd gathered. Joey stopped counting the trips back and forth to the lake.
"Ah. . . . Ah . . . I hope that helps." Out of breath he fell to the ground in front of the old willow.
"YES LITTLE ONE, YOU ARE NOT LIKE THE OTHER HUMANS . . . . WHY ARE YOU HERE, IN A LAND SO TAINTED?"
"It's my destiny," Joey's heart closed and he felt a need cry or maybe just to be held in someone's arms. The willow observed this behavior and sigh.
"HUSH MY CHILD . . . I CAN FEEL YOUR SUFFERING. COME SLEEP, YOU ARE WEARY AND IN NEED OF COMFORT." The old willow a friend to the elfin folk opened up his great trunk and Joey stepped inside.
"Oh the tales are true," Joey thought. 'But why would an ancient god be in this land. Maybe I'll ask him later.'
"COME HURRY INSIDE, IT'S NOT EVERYDAY I OPEN MY HEART TO OUTSIDERES. INSIDE MY BARK IS SWEET WITH HONEY AND THE MOSS IS SOFT. . . .REST, MY CHILD."
"I'm not a child," but the boy lay down and drifted off to sleep, he'd worry about lunch later.
Mean while, Kaiba heard the musical sound of the boy's voice and raced deeper into the woods. His clan had searched all night without results.
"He's here," Kaiba stood in front of the old willow. "I know you're close, come out. These are my lands and I will find you!!"
Joey slept and the willow laughed. "NOT TODAY, HUMAN!!" Finally Kaiba left the area, after a branch fell and hit him on his butt. "Damn you, I'll bring a saw next time."
The willow continued to laugh at the frustrated wizard and watched as he walked eastward. Kaiba rubbed at his ears. "I'm hearing things, like talking trees. Joey where are you? The sun will set soon."
Kaiba walked to the lake and thought about the evening baths he'd taken with his lover, Seth.
"Damn this loneness it was sometimes so painful. Why, Seth," he whispered to the wind. Seth, his lover, his soul mate accepted his temper and irrational behavior. Sometimes Seth revealed the humanity in Seto and he made him smile on rare occasions.
Kaiba pulled the blue crystal out of his pocket next he eased his body down against a large rock and contemplated using the stone. With his eyes heavy from lack of sleep and no coffee the great dono drifted to sleep, but not before visions of Joey under a great water fall bathing made him smile.
The sun started to set and Joey once again found he was alone in the forest, but not lonely. Thanks to friend willow.
"I'm not afraid anymore. If this place holds my destiny I will face it," he thought. With purpose Joey walked to the lake, he needed strength from the pure water. His first stop would be to Mokuba's home.
"I'm through running."Joey stepped into the cool water, he kneel down to touch the awesome reflection that shimmered near his feet.
The moons above smiled if that was possible, and watched the young elf so like his mother.
"Ah . . . the two moons, Mom spoke of you often . . . . I wonder if she is looking at you too." The boy looked skyward.
Playfully he splashed water on his face and felt a sharp pain near his heart. The pain traveled down his chest to his side and caused his knees to buckle.
"Hellllllllllp!"
Seto caught between dreaming and waking heard Joey's cry. In his vision he saw a golden head of hair disappear into the lake. Clear bubbles gave Kaiba hope and he jumped into the cool waters. Kaiba's coat guided by unknown forces left his magnificent body and floated to the water's edge waiting. The shadow of a dragon hovered nearby.
"Breathe . . . . Breathe!" Kaiba whispered while leaning over Joey's still body.
Water mixed with fluid and blood sputtered upward, like a tiny fountain.
Kaiba shook, yet remained alert. Each time he tried to touch Joey's skin the boy screamed and withered as if he was in pain. 'Well he's alive,' Kaiba thought. 'But where is his injury? It must be magic. Why can't I find it?' Question after question tormented his sanity.
Kaiba covered the boy with his coat and telepath to Mokuba. 'Come, I found Joey and he's hurt, hurry.'
"Nii-sama!"
"Quickly we've got to get him home. I can't find the wound," Kaiba barked, his voice commanding.
"NO!!" Ryou screamed and pushed past his mate, "You can't move him!!"
"What the hell!!" Bakura snipped. "Did he try and drown, how cute, having trouble satisfying your pets, Lord Dono."
"Damn your foul mouth," Yami shot a stream of electricity from his eyes and struck Bakura's arm. Bakura deflected the beam from doing any damage with a quick sidestep.
"Woo . . . touchy"
"Stop it . . . Kaiba-dono can't you see it, the arrow. He's bleeding!"
Ryou looked at Kaiba then to the left, the others stared back at him.
"Mokuba . . . Malik . . . Yami . . . I'm not crazy." Ryou placed Malik's hand on Joey's body near his side. "This should stop the bleeding I think."
Bakura chucked. "You think, can't you make up your mind?"
"Bakura I'm warning your sorry ass . . . Lay off!" Yami's patience had stretched to its limit. Ryou was pregnant and special to all the wizards.
Mokuba pulled a portable stretcher from the jeep plus a medical kit and raced to Joey's side. He reached out to touch his head and Joey's scream silence everyone.
"He's in so much pain." Ryou covered his ears.
Kaiba grabbed Ryou by his shoulders. "Listen, my pet… I don't know what you see, but I believe in you. What can I do? Ryou you have to save him!!"
Malik turned towards his lover. He gave him a look that spoke confidence.
Next he spoke to Kaiba. "I can feel the blood slipping through my fingers."
"Ryou . . . you can do this," Malik rallied his lover forward, time was not an option.
"Seto-dono I see . . . an arrow. It went in threw his back . . . it's broken, but the tip is still protruding out of his side."
Tears leaked out of the corners of Ryou's eyes. "We have to pull it out!"
"Ryou calm down," Malik feared for his daughter's safety but this boy also saved her.
"Ryou, the boy's skin is cold, we owe him," Malik pleaded with his eyes.
"I can't do it, I don't have the strength," Ryou whimpered.
"Show me, we'll do this together," The master took a deep breath. "Mokuba take my shirt and cut up some bandages. Yami get that bastard off your mind and start the engine. We have to be ready to go the minute the arrow is removed. Bakura you can go to hell. Malik . . . Ryou . . . let's do it." He held his hands out to the young frighten wizard. Ryou nervously took the Lord Kaiba's hand and guided them to Joey's side, close to Malik's.
"Help . . . me."
"Lower . . . lower . . . over . . . . Close your fingers around the shaft, just under the tip . . . . Yes." Ryou's tears stopped but the sweat ran down his face and soaked his cloak. Kaiba steadied his hands and followed Ryou's instructions.
Kaiba closed his eyes. "Why can't I see it? It's like before with Seth. I was so busy with my damn millions I ignored his needs and couldn't save him. Not this time."
"Try Seto-dono if you feel his pain you'll find the source," Ryou whispered. "I know you desire his body, but is he in your heart as well?"
Suddenly the arrow took shape between Kaiba's fingers. It was hot and angry, filled with magic. He grasps the fleeting image and pulled swiftly. Blood unseen before squirted upward covering Malik's eyes, but he continued to press on the wound. Mokuba mesmerized, couldn't take his eyes of the silver arrow in Seto's hand.
"Mokuba the bandages, hurry." Seto's hands were on fire; he gritted his teeth against the pain and refused to cry out.
The jeep almost took flight as Yami gunned it through the forest.
The mightily blue eyes dragon of old, a shadow to the naked eye doused the flame and cried to the moons above. The dragon wanted revenge for the stupidity of the old priest. "How dare they touch Kaiba, the beautiful one?" Make them pay, Kisara roared.
Willows throughout the country shook the ground in confusion, some uprooted themselves. It was the horrible weeping of the old willow that broke their hearts, but restored their angry. Everything had changed in the blink of an eye, and all the wizards including the Moriqueindians (*), known as the dark lords felt it.
"Look," Yami swerved off the road and stop in front of the Kaiba mansion. It was floating about two feet off the ground. Kaiba didn't care this was his home. With pain torturing his blistered hands he lifted Joey out of the car and carried him towards the floating mansion.
"This is my home and I will protect this boy. Whatever you are; this is my castle. These young wizards are my family and will always be by my side. Do not try and stop me!!!"
The ground trembled and the mansion rose higher, but Kaiba walked on. He didn't stop even when all the lights blew out and the house turned around on its aisle yet Kaiba walked forward, and he shield Joey with his charred arms and solid chest.
"Bring it on!!"
Only one light glowed and its essence flowed from the secret chambers. A side door appeared and Kaiba walked forward.
"I'm not going it there. You guys are crazy," Bakura screamed out.
"As I recall Seto-dono said you could go to hell."Yami chucked and walked forward to stand next to his lord and master.
The house welcome Joey, Yami, and Mokuba; Ryou squeezed Malik's hand and followed next. Steps materialized to help Ryou inside; he was exhausted and needed rest.
However when Bakura attempted to enter the house, door slammed and the ground sucked him up. It happen so fast it was hours before his lose was noticed.
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R/R
Wow, this chapter belongs to so many and yet I dedicate this chapter to a special group of loyal fans and friends.
Thanks for the names and countries you gave me, it was so hard which ones to chose, because you must understand I loved every one of the suggestions, so I used as many as I could. You'll find a wide mix of different countries, and languages, but to me they all fit. My head started to spin out of control I was so very happy.
TO: Dragonlady 222 wow you gave Joey his name; I love it., Sakura(aka L-sama no Miko), also known as sis, your attention to detail staggers me, you gave me more work and inspiration; Jiggary, tommy2.0 and Horses Rain you gave me the drive to update and explore names and countries. A special thanks to DevilsNvrCry who inspired this chapter with her excitement and turned the story into an epic, nice beta work. So here's a little glossary to confuse you even more.
Joey: his common name in Domino; when he arrived, to disguise his identity Joey was given his father's name, but somehow through translation it simply became Joey instead of Joseph. Some call him Jouno for short.
RuNes ALean Athem: Joey's elfin name given to him by his mother. Its meaning ties the boy secretly to his father. Ru: dream, Nes: heart, Alean; noble lin of, Athem: dragons. I LOVE IT… When Aonani speaks it become a beautiful song that rolls of her lips.
Aonani: Beautiful light its roots are Hawaiian, Joey's mother, a magnificent elf warrior with golden hair trailing down her back to the ground. Some say the color came from bolts of lightning. Those who look into Aonani's hazel eyes were never the same. RuNes Alean Athem was the exact copy in looks and had the temperament of his father.
Gildor: Aonani father and high priest. He sees this child as an embarrassment, although it is written the boy is special, Gildor hides the forbidden scrolls ad seeks to destroy him.
Seosamh: (Sho-sav) – Gaelic for Joseph. Joey's father is an extremely intelligent warrior prince, arrogant, skillful with all weapons. After the assassination of his older brother he became heir to the ancient line of men that once command the will of the old dragons; he currently possesses the summoning flute of dragons. Seosamh help to send his son to another dimension where he meets Seto Kaiba. Kaiba is a direct descendant of this mighty race of men which explains Joey's attraction to the wizard Kaiba. Seosamh has magical powers that become immense when combined with his soul mate. In private Aonani calls Seosamh Joska. He blushes at her playfulness while making love.
Mellonnil/ Mellondil: devoted friend. It's a pet name Joey gave to Mokuba as their bonds of friendship deepen.
Tir na Nog: It is the homeland of men, workers of blue magic, sky, dragons, and sea. Their weapons are heavy and powerful, yet they are very protective and can be gentle to those of the heart. Tir na Nog also know as Ireland in another dimension borders the country of Eldanor. Seosamh lives in the city of Avalon which is covered in mist and accessible by ship under a full moon. It is sacred to the Tir na Nog and only the priest and royal family live within its borders. From the tall towers of his father's castle when the sun is at its height, Seosamh could see crystal –like spheres from Valinor reach to the heavens, he believed the stories that the women of that land were all ugly witches with long ears and hair of straw.
Eldanor/ or Elf Land: home of Aonani, Joey's mother, or elves. They are the workers of white magic and rule the earth, trees, wind, and song. Valinor is the Blessed Realm of Eldanor and Aonani's birth place. Aonani grew up in peace and comfort, surrounded by magic. Under the full moon Aonani could see the tall towers of Avalon above the mist and as a child she believed the stories that demons and monsters lived within its walls, and that some of the boys grew into huge beast with beards and hairy bodies.
Antivan: This city was created after the great wars; it's surrounded by water and land from both kingdoms and it's the bridge that connects the lands of Tir na Nog and Eldanor. For centuries Antivanians traded in spices, herbs, metals, and clothes. Elves and men folk lived together in this city and festivals were often held within its borders. Some of the children of mixed parentages told stories of seeing flying dragons, and dancing fairies in dreams. Antivan was a peaceful land until the murders took place.
Mordor: Created by the twin moons those that govern all words, also called Dark world. Antivan disappeared into the bowels of the earth and Mordor sprang up in its place. The time of darkness had begun.
Moriquendi: Speakers of the darkness, in Domino they are called the dark ones or dark lords. Their magic is black and they live in the depths of Mordor. The Moriqueindians greatest desire is to destroy the kingdoms of man and elves and spread the evil that festers in Mordor all around the universe. This is an evil race that spawn from the hatred of elf and man.
Atalante: Seto's land, the Downfallen; its Japan or the human world as we know it. Joey gave Seto's world this name just as he named Mokuba. It gave him great pleasure to speak his mothers tongue to his new friends. However naming Seto was not an option.
So there you have it, review and give me a hug………
Preview: The dark ones are on the march and more secrets are about to be revealed. Who are they and what is their role in this story? Ok fans pick a team for the dark lords and a leader, someone to rival Kaiba.