Disclaimer. Yu-Gi-Oh! does not belong to me. It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi and crew. Some characters will be made up by me. Please ask if you want to use them.

(Note. Most of this chapter is a dream that Seto is having. I wrote this so you're not confused.) (Warning. There is quite a bit of blood and slight violence in this chapter.)

The healer that had taken in Seto turned, hearing a noise from the priest who had just barely escaped the call of Anubis. Seto was muttering under his breath, a bit of blood falling out of his mouth. The healer grabbed a cloth, and wiped the blood away. Seto muttered again, his right hand twitching.

(Seto's dream.)

Seto glanced up at his mother, who was fussing over him. "Seto! Where have you gone this time? Your clothes are all dirty and you even had the nerve to bring a lizard into the house."

Seto smiled. "But the lizard is friendly. I found him near a rock. It looked like he was stuck so I helped him."

His mother sighed.

"The lizard was probably trying to get away from you. It was scared."

Seto glanced at the lizard on the table.

The small spikes on it's head were raised. It's tiny claws clattered against the wooden table as it scampered back and forth on the table.

"Scared?"

The young boy repeated.

His mother nodded. "Can you imagine...being that tiny and suddenly, a huge hand comes out to grab you. Suddenly...you're being taken away from your home!

You have no idea where you are! Everything is different."

Seto glanced at his mom, then back to the lizard. "You're right..." He reached for the lizard, holding it tightly as it wriggled around, it's spikes clattering. Seto walked outside, and put the lizard on the ground. It scurried away out of sight. Seto's mom smiled.

"I know the lizard is grateful. Now come here and we'll clean you up."

The young boy nodded and walked back to his house.

(A few years later...)

Seto wandered the dry canyon, looking for something to do. A few years had drifted by, and Seto had taken to wandering. His mother always worried about her son's safety, but Seto made a habit of coming back...letting her know he was still alive and well.

The canyon was barren.

Something caught his attention though.

Crouching near a small cliff, he peeked over the edge, seeing a small group of rough looking people huddled around a campfire. Some horses...probably stolen, were tied up to a tree. A few cages were littered here and there.

Seto shimmied down the cliff, dashing over to a Date Palm and hiding behind the thin trunk of the tree. Nobody had saw his movements. It was nighttime...so Seto took advantage of the shadows near the edges of the camp. Reaching one of the cages, he peered in.

A small girl was huddled near the back of cage, eyes wide. Her long blue hair flowed around her, even taking up half the cage space. Her pale skin was out of the ordinary...seeing as how most people around these parts had tanned skin.

Seto glanced behind him, making sure the people at the campfire hadn't seen him. He reached down, pulling out a small blade hidden in his sandal. With careful movements, Seto picked the lock.

The girl remained silent, sensing that the boy wanted to save her as quietly as possible.

Finally, the cage door swung open, and Seto offered his hand. The girl took it, clinging to Seto as he helped her down. A rough voice shouted at them. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"

The girl gasped.

Seto grabbed her arm, taking off. The whole group started shouting, chasing them. Seto cut one of the ropes holding the horses captive.

Whinnying, the horse reared it's head, pawing the air. With great skill, Seto leaped atop the horse, pulling the girl on with him. Then he kicked the horse's haunches. With a loud whinny, the horse took off with incredible speed. Seto held the golden coloured mane, while the girl wrappped her arms around his waist.

The sounds of shouting faded behind them.

Seto glanced back at the girl.

Her eyes were wide and afraid. He smiled at her reassuringly, and she smiled back.

Suddenly, the smell of smoke assulted Seto's nose. Screams filled the air. He whipped his head towards the south. "That's where my village is! Mom!"

He leaped off the horse.

"Go without me! Go somewhere safe! My name is Seto!"

The girl glanced back as the horse continued galloping. "Thank you Seto! My name is Kisara!" Tears spilled from her eyes.

Seto turned and dashed towards his village.

Flames licked the air, and the smell of burning wood...and bodies was sickening. Seto ran through burning debris, glancing around widly.

"Mom? Mom!"

Someone ran across his path, screaming. His clothes were ablaze, and blood flew off his burnt skin. Seto seemed to have lost all his senses. He stared blankly at the carnage and destruction before him. Someone approached him, smiling nastily and holding a bloodied spear. Time seemed to slow down...and Seto's heart thumped loudly in his ears. The spear came towards him...but then...an angry roar split through everything.

The spear stopped, as the raider looked up at the sky, seeing a shining blue dragon unleashing it's fury upon the invaders of the village. But upon doing so, it spread more fire. The raider screamed, and ran away, as the dragon turned it's fierce gaze upon him.

Seto finally found he was able to move. He took off for his house, screaming his mother's name desperately. But no one answered him.

A few villagers ran out of their homes, holding children.

Seto watched them. "Mom..."

He ran towards the direction of his house, seeing the whole buiding black and crumbling. Shoving some still smouldering wood aside, he saw his mom, dead...buried under a large plank of wood that had clearly snapped her back.

Seto screamed in sadness, trying to push the plank off his mother. The wood shifted but stayed.

The enraged and saddened teen took out his small knife, hacking at the wood. A roar echoed somewhere above him. Seto ignored it...intent on punishing the wood for killing his mother.

At some point he must of cut himself, because blood started spilling from his hand.

It didn't stop...it just kept going...so much blood.

The sickly metallic scent filled his nostrils...clouding his head.

Seto screamed. "Stop it! Stop it!"

A young voice called his name.

"Seto? Seto? Please!"

The voice grew deeper as blood filled Seto's entire sense of being, drowning everything out. "Seto! You have to wake up! Seto..."

(End of dream.)

Seto screamed, sitting upright in his bed, panting. Dried bloodied cuts split open at the harsh movement...and he winced. Someone's face hovered above him.

"Who's there?"

A voice answered him.

"It's just me...the healer. How are you feeling right now?"

Seto scoffed. "Like someone had flayed me with a fire whip day after day, then buried me in the hottest sand before throwing ice cold water on me."

A chuckle. "Makes sense."

Realization dawned on Seto.

"Wait. If I'm here...then where's Kisara?!"

He glanced around the room, not seeing her.

"Where is she?!" He demanded.

The healer backed away. "Um...she went missing."

Seto's eyes bulged.

"What?!"

Leaping out of bed, he ran out the door, blood dripping off his still healing form.

The healer called after him. "Wait! You still need to rest!"

But silence was all he got.

End Of Chapter Ten.