"We are here." The old wizard declared, getting off an impatient Shadowfax.

Behind him, the child with wild hair leaped off his steed as well and looked on. He was standing on the white sandy shore of a calm grey sea. Many slender wooden ships rested in the harbour, slightly swinging atop the rolling waves. Gulls circled in the sky, softly calling.

"This is Grey Havens, the dwelling of the First Born by the sea since ages long past. Some are sailing west shortly, and you shall go with them. I am afraid I can accompany you no longer. But once you reach Valinor, the Valar will receive you there." The wizard said.

The boy sighed and nodded contentedly. He had been in this world for too long, and he wished nothing more than return to his normal life (well, as normal as it gets, at least), enjoy the familiar friendship and even enmity. It had not been easy, those past few months, but at last the war was over. That morning when he flew into the battlefield seemed to be a pivotal point. The enemy's stronghold was suddenly brought down to ruins, and their forces fled in terror. Yugi didn't understand the reason, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Yami knew more or less what went on.

After that everything went on in a relatively normal manner. There were never-ending celebrations and many other things. The little boy had to beg and nag the wizard endlessly to get out so early. But at last he was here, soon to be able to go home, and he was exulted.

"Thanks a lot, Gandalf." He chirped happily. "Thanks for bringing me here. I know he... I mean I haven't been very polite and respectful to you all these times, I hope you will forgive me."

"You are forgiven, child. Surely I can not long hold a grudge against those born of Ra and are descendant of the kings of the old." The wizard said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"What?" Now the little boy stared at the old man before him, shocked and baffled.

The wizard laughed, and he looked thoroughly amused. Finally he said with a smile, "I see you do not recognize me, which is only fair, for I did not recognize nor remember you the first time we met. I roamed in your world long before even your most ancient memory reaches."

"You were in my world?" The boy asked with wide eyes.

The wizard nodded, "Yes, child, and there I was once called Thoth."

The child looked up at the old wizard, awe and reverence in his now ruby red eyes. Yet before he could say anything, the clear note of the horn called from the grey ship, and the sail was up. Somewhat reluctantly the child was hustled on the ship, and with one more note of the horn, the ship set sail, westward towards the rising sun.

The boy did not keep tally of the days passed on the grey ship. There was hardly the need, for everything was so pleasant, and one easily forgot any urgency at hand. At last, one grey and misty morning, the ship reached land. The sandy shore was white, strewn with precious stones of many colours. And the sound of music was forever in the air, of harps of voices, sweet and lulling.

Slowly Yugi went on the sandy shore, looking around wonderingly. It was bleak, and beneath the wisps of mist little could be seen. There were faint footsteps now and then, and whispered voices. The land seemed surreal. Suddenly the mists stirred and the form of a woman emerged. She was tall and slender, with long hair like river of shadows, and silver eyes clear like the star lit sky. She seemed youthful, yet eternally old at the same time. She smiled at the boy, saying in a melodic voice, "Welcome, my child, I have been waiting for you."

The child stared at the woman before him with shock, his violet eyes slowly shifting to a bright red. The lady stood there watching him calmly, a knowing smile on her lovely face. A few strand of faint light flitted through the swirling mist and caught the gold of the pendant on her neck, making the jewel encrusted kite gleam brightly.

A sudden look of recognition came to the child's ruby eyes. He went down to his knees, almost trembling, and exclaimed, "My lady Isis!"

The lady laughed, a sound clear and merry like falling water. "Rise, my child. And yes, that was one of my names from long ago, when I still dwelled in your world, watching your forefathers sitting on the throne of the kingdom of sand and water. But here, child, I am called Vaire, the weaver of time."

The child slowly stood up, and said quietly, "I did not expect to meet you here, my lady. Why are you in this world?"

The lady answered with a smile, "Atum the creator is forever building new worlds both strange and wonderful. We must toil by his side, tending those places dear to his heart. I am not the only one here. The great Amun-Ra, as he was once hailed, sits on the very throne of this world."

The child raised his head and looked about him. The mist had cleared, and the sky was a flawless blue, without clouds. The shore of white sand extended to a field of rippling green in the distance, leading up to a hill crowned by a glistening white tower. In the far distance, against the backdrop of the sapphire, great snow clad peaks gleamed in the golden sunlight. It was an image of a heavenly abode, shinning and glorious, divine from the smallest grain of sand to the highest mountain peak.

"A splendid land, indeed," The lady said beside him with a smile, "Yet I know in your heart you long for your own home." She paused, watching the child's face with her keen eyes. Then she added, "Perhaps not you, child of shadow, but your other half is still young, and yearns to be around his companions, and you would not part with him yet."

The child said no more, but bowed his head.

"Then I shall delay you no longer." The lady said softly. She brought up her hand and swept the air about her, and a vortex of shadows appeared beside her. "You shall go home, for that is promised to you."

"May I have some answers from you before I depart, my lady?" The child suddenly turned and asked.

"Of course." The lady replied calmly.

The child hesitated a little, before saying in a strained voice, "Did...did you know of my coming here three millennia ago?"

"Not in the beginning," The lady answered, her voice now grave, "Our dwelling here is distant from Middle-earth, and we can not know of everything. And when the shadows grew so immense that we at last realized what has befallen, it was too late. The harm was done."

The child's head lowered again, and he said in a pained voice, "I beg your forgiveness, lady Isis."

The lady replied swiftly, her voice still grave, "You are forgiven long ago, my child. The moment you sacrificed your own soul to seal the darkness, all was forgiven.

You have reprimanded your fault, and you have paid dearly for it, child. None would have the heart to still hold you guilty."

"Then why was I summoned to this world once more?" The child asked.

Slowly the lady shook her head and said, "You were not summoned here, child. I do not know how you came here, but I should guess that you stumbled upon some ancient link between the two worlds that remained."

"No, not by chance, I don't think." The child said suddenly. "'...some shall remain, and through them the lost will be found again, and the forgotten remembered, such was their purpose...'" He quoted softly.

The lady sent him a questioning look.

"I found the portal that led me to this world in a temple from my time." He explained. "They must be preserved and hid by those who wished the knowledge to pass on to the future generation. And I was the one who found it."

"Perhaps that is the Creator's will." The lady said solemnly.

The child nodded wordlessly. Slowly he started walking towards to vortex of shadows, but even as he was about to fade into the shades, he turned one last time, and asked, "Will I ever see you again, my lady?"

The lady smiled again, "Yes, my child. A facet of my spirit is still about your world, and I should imagine you would indeed find me again, however unlikely it seems"

With one last glance at the tall, white peaks in the distance, the child turned and walked into the shadows. When the darkness cleared he was once again standing in the stone chamber of the ancient monument, and all around him on the walls there was the familiar hieroglyphics. Slowly the child went up a wide passage, then a flight of stairs that led outside the monument.

The sky was still that flawless blue, and the sun in the zenith with all its glory. All about him there was the warm, glittering golden sand that extended as far as the eyes can see. The child breathed deeply, feeling that familiar rush of warm air. He sighed contentedly. He was home again.

AN: All finished! Hooray! Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I really appreciated your encouragements and praises. Anyway, I will be posting a new Yugioh story soon. So check it out everyone. Thanks again!