They went to the local blacksmith to rent a couple of horses. Alister was to stay with the carriage while Varon came with them.

"Okay so we should get four horses and…" Seto started when Mokuba tugged on his shirt. Seto looked down, "What is it kiddo?"

"R-Ryo said he w-was going to get m-me riding lesson b-but he told me he c-couldn't find anyone who w-would do it." Which he never brought up and was secretly happy about.

"Then you can ride with Yami, since you've done it before." Seto said going inside to get the horses. He rented three and left them with Yami while he paid for them.

While Seto was gone, Yami lifted Mokuba up onto Seto's horse and then climbed up on his own.

Seto came back and was surprised to see the kid on his horse. "Yami, is there a reason Mokuba is on my horse and not yours?"

"He should ride with you Seto, you've not had a chance to."

"Any particular reason?"

"No, I just think he'd like to ride with you."

Seto decided not to argue and climbed up behind Mokuba. Soon they were on their way to the mountain. They could see what they had meant by muddy. Their horses almost got stuck a time or two. They were glad now they didn't just bring the carriage.

They soon arrived and found it odd that there was a door on the side of a mountain. Seto carefully knocked.

A young woman with light brown hair and hazel eyes answered the door.

"Can I help you?"

"We came here looking for a man named Dartz Akunadin." Seto said.

"All depends on what you want him for."

Yami held up the millennium rod. "We need to know if this is still working correctly or if something's wrong with it. We were told that Dartz is a direct descendant of the creators of a fake one we possess."

"I see, we get a lot of weirdos that come up here. Some come here just because they want to see my grandfather to laugh at him because he has one blue eye and one gold. My name is Krystyn Akunadin, please come in." Krystyn said, leading them down a long tunnel.

Mokuba held Seto's hand and clung tightly to his arm with the other. The place was rather warm and there were all kinds of carvings on the wall that with the only light from torches along the wall it made them eerie looking and almost lifelike. As they went down a new tunnel, the new ones almost seemed to jump out at you. Mokuba's shirt accidentally caught on a rock that extended from the floor, spooking the kid even more. He yelped, causing everyone to look at him. He broke away from Seto only to come between him and Yami grabbing both their hands.

"I had the same reactions to the carvings when my parents left me here. They said that I had a gift, that I should live here and learn. I was a few years younger than he is. We're almost there, it won't be much longer." Krystyn said.

Seto and Yami kept a tight grip on the boy, especially when they passed a couple of lava pits.

"Doesn't it get hot in here?" Seto asked.

"What? Oh no, not at all. Some people think we're cold blooded because the heat means nothing to us. Perhaps it's the magic within us; perhaps it's something else. No one really knows. But my family has lived in and around this volcano for centuries."

Soon they came into a room where the heat was stifling yet the man sat there as if it was nothing.

"Grandfather. These men are the holders of the millennium rod they seek your guidance."

"Thank you Krystyn that will be all. Perhaps you should take the child to your playroom. It's much more suited for people such as themselves."

"Hi, what's your name?" Krystyn asked as she bent down to Mokuba's level.

"Mokuba." Something about Krystyn made him comfortable around her. He wasn't scared of her at all.

"Well Mokuba I have a few new games I've been looking for someone to play with. Grandfather hasn't felt up to it."

Mokuba looked at Seto and Yami. "C-can I?"

"You're sure it will be no trouble?" Yami asked.

"No, no trouble at all." Krystyn said.

"All right then kiddo, be careful where you walk and stay close to Krystyn." Seto said.

"I w-will big brother." Mokuba said, taking Krystyn's hand.

"Now, what appears to be the problem?"

"Well this rod, I've heard it reacts to emotion. I was always told Yami was my brother. Even though we were also told that, it was just what we should think of ourselves as. Until now we never believed we could truly be related."

"Now, you believe that it is possible for you two to be related."

"Yes, that's why we came here. We wanted to see if the rod was reacting to my emotions or if Yami's really my brother." Seto said.

"I see. May I see the object?"

Yami held the rod out for the man. The man soon started chanting and after a few moments spoke.

"It is not the rod. Though it does react to emotion if someone is not of your bloodline or not, it would not allow that person to hold it."

"So, you're saying that Yami is my brother?"

"That is exactly what I am telling you. You may leave now. I will send your child out to you."

Seto and Yami were confused until suddenly they found themselves outside. Soon Krystyn and Mokuba appeared.

Then Krystyn disappeared.

"Well I guess that explains it. You really are my brother. I guess that might also explain why my…I mean our father had your mother killed."

"What do you mean Seto?"

"Our father often told me that the oldest son is always the first inline for the throne."

Yami gasped. "So he had my mother killed to prevent her from ever telling anyone that I was his son, he must have known."

"That's what I'm thinking. He didn't want to give you what is rightfully yours to have."

"What is that Seto?"

"The throne."