AHH! So much writing…. So little time! I've been so busy with school lately! And I'm applying for jobs. Ugh. Life just can't seem to give me a break. _

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A Fairy Tale

Truth Revealed

Yami felt like he was falling. A multitude of colors swirled around him in a vortex like pattern. 'Is this a dream? It must be a dream. This whole mess doesn't make sense, just like a dream. I'm going to wake up any.' Yami yelped as his body was thrown back and he landed hard on his ass.

He sat up fast, but instantly regretted it. His vision was spinning and he felt as if he was going to be sick. When he was finally able to get his bearings, he still wasn't home, in his warm bed like he had been hoping. Everyone was looking at him with mixed expressions, although most looked surprised. The man in the middle, Yami assumed this was 'king Nazeal', was staring intently at him. "This is an unforeseen turn of events. I need more information before I make my judgment."

Yami was sick and tire of not being told what was happening. "What the hell was that! Who are you? And why the fuck am I here! I want some answers!" Yami was furious and he was determined to make these weirdos tell him what was going on.

The king gave him a stern look. "Hold your tongue, boy. You might not know what you've gotten yourself into, but I still don't trust you. For all we know you could betray us to the humans. And I can't have that."

"What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean 'human'? You ARE human!"

The king chuckled. "Far from it, boy."

Everyone looked when someone came rushing through the door and up to the king. "My Lord. The dragon child requests an audience with you. Shall I turn him away?"

"No. I will meet with him. If he is here then it must be something important. Solomon, take the human child with you and keep an eye on him. Tell him only what he needs to know. I will make my judgment after I see the dragon child."

Solomon left with Yami and led him through the way they had come. Yami was quite for a moment, hoping the old man would start. "Ok. So what did you all do to me just a few minutes ago?"

Solomon looked back at him. "You aren't going to ask why you are here, or why we don't call ourselves humans?"

"I'm sure you will tell me in time. But I am concerned you might have poisoned me or something."

Solomon laughed. "Oh no. You are to valuable and rare for us to have poisoned you."

Yami scowled. "When what did you do?"

"We cast a powerful spell to allow us to see into your mind, temporarily of course."

Yami froze. "That isn't possible."

Solomon turned around and looked him square in the eyes. "There are many things you are ignorant about, but I think you are talented. I promise I will explain in great detail once we arrive at my home. Until then, try to open you mind. Don't be so closed to things you don't yet understand." Yami gave a slow nod, feeling like he was falling apart. Everything he had ever known and been taught was slowly being crushed. Leaving him flailing, with nothing to hold onto.

He followed the old man through the forest as if he were in a daze. He didn't even notice that everyone they passed where watching him as if he were a dangerous animal.

'Could they really have cast a spell? That doesn't make sense, but it would explain what I did last night…" Yami had been trying to not think about last night. He didn't want to believe that he had cast a binding charm on that intruder, or that the same spell had been used on him.

Yami noticed that Solomon had his fathers book under his arm. He had this strange feeling of wanting to grab it from him. Yami grabbed his wrist and looked away, meeting the eyes of that same little girl from before. She came up to him.

"Mama says your dangerous. But I like you. You look like the grandson of the elder, who always plays with me." Her tail twitched with happiness and she beamed at him. "Would you like to play with me to?"

Solomon patted the girl on the head. "Not now, Alapa. Perhaps Yami will play with you later. We are busy right now. Why don't you go find Yugi? I'm sure he would be delighted to keep you company."

She pouted. "Ok, Elder. But where is Yugi? I haven't see him all day."

"I bet he is at the river, with his friends. When you see him, tell him I want him home early, we have a guest and I have something important for him to do." The little girl nodded and ran off, disappearing among the trees.

Yami and Solomon continued until they came to a tree with a yard sectioned of by a makeshift, wooden fence.

Solomon opened the wooden door and entered the tree, but Yami stayed outside, not entirely sure he should follow the old man.

Solomon poked his head outside. "Well come on inside, I'm not going to tell you anything if you just keep standing out there like a fool." And went right back in.

Yami scowled, but finally followed Solomon inside. The old mans home was small and cozy feeling. The entire first floor was one room, with a staircase leading upward.

He motioned for Yami to sit at the kitchen table. "You haven't eaten since last night and it's past noon now. You must be starving."

"No, thank you. I'm not hun," His stomach decided to make it's self known at that time, making Yami turn bright red.

"I think your stomach says otherwise. Eat." The old man placed a wooden place with an assortment of fruits and vegetables in front of Yami.

Solomon sat across from Yami and watched him pick at the food. "It's not poisoned, if that's what your thinking."

"There is no harm in being careful."

Solomon sighed. "I understand not trusting the elves, but I wish you would at least trust me."

"I might trust you. If I knew why I am here and what is going on."

"I suppose I might as well tell you now. The sooner you know the better you can prepare yourself." Yami looked up, giving Solomon his full attention. The old man laid the book down between them on the table. "I assume you know that this is?"

Yami scowled. He knew the answer the old man was looking for, but he didn't want to say it, instead he just nodded.

Solomon smiled. "This is a book that was created with the intent to teach humans magic. It was probably created around 800 years ago, but it could be older. The man you met with just a short while ago is the Elven king, Nazeal. You see, hundreds of years ago humans lived in harmony with other intelligent races, like the elves. They were taught magic and how to control it along side elves, fairies, and other races. But many powerful, human mages wanted more power and decided to try and take that power from the peoples they lived among. They slaughtered the other races, and each other, in their pursuit for power, so the races banded together to try and decide how to put a stop to the murders. I was decided that we would take all books about magic and hide them away in attempt to keep anymore human mages from being trained. They would also go into hiding and just allow the mages to kill each other. Luckily the plan worked and the human mages killed each other off and by the time the other races decided it was safe to return, the humans had forgotten all about magic and the powers they once had."

Yami frowned when Solomon stopped. "Well what does this have to do with me?"

"The races had missed one book. They hadn't even realized their mistake until it was to late. We have been searching for it, until now. We discovered the book was in your house and planed to steal it. And I'm sure you know the rest."

"I still don't understand why I was brought here." Yami had decided this old man, and everyone else here for that matter, was mental. Magic couldn't exist. It didn't make sense.

"Well we would just have left you, but you cast a spell on one of the elves sent to retrieve the book. The only humans that know of their magical ability are the descendants of the ancient mages, and they are all accounted for. How you can use magic is beyond us."

"I didn't use magic!"

"Yes you did. You cast a binding spell."

"Magic doesn't exist!"

Solomon scowled. He was determined that Yami see the truth. And he had a way of proving it to him.

-oOOo-

This took me longer then expected. Probably because I changed some things and even added the faintest hint of a plot, But I don't think anyone will be able to guess what that was.

Ah! Yami reminds me of Seto right now, with the whole 'Magic isn't real!'. Oh well. That won't last much longer anyway!