Disclaimer: I do not own Reilee, or Rebecca. But I do own Jiro, And all the others. I don't own the Yuyu Hakusho characters either even though they would make a nice gift. Please R&R I worked hard on this stories, and please no flames. If you want to express your personal opinion about my story im me on aim at Hiddenbymasks. Nor do I own the Rasmus song "Time to Burn" Kiyone I hope you like this one.

A lone girl walked around a temple just found by her mother in an archeological dig. As she walked her hand grazed the side of the temple feeling its inscribed messages from centuries before. From which she can decipher the messages just kept rambling about some ancient evil and some sort of beast like warrior other then that it made no sense at all. Beneath the scorching desert heat she desperately wished she had chosen something other then black to wear. Headphones were placed carelessly in her ears, and were currently blasting her favorite band, The Rasmus.

She was wearing a long black sleeved shirt with a white tiger it seemed as if it were about to leap out at you, fangs drawn. A pair of black pants fanning out around her legs two sizes to big. Brought about her great discomfort, definitely not something you would not wear in the barren desert. A pair of thick black army boots around her legs spanning up to her knees. Two spiked bracelets adorned her wrist, a black choker around her neck. Her long deep rich brown hair reaching her elbows. Her tan skin seeming to camouflage her in the sand around her. Her bright blue eyes looked as if they could pierce directly into your soul. They were bright, brighter than any other girls her age. Amara was not like most girls her age. "Mother I'm going inside the temple now." Amara shouted into a hole dug a few feet away from the temple. Her mother, Acacia, yelled back

" okay but make sure you don't touch anything suspicious and read all inscriptions, we really don't need a repeat of last time."

Amara rolled her and stated sarcastically, "yes mummy dearest."

Acacia shouted back, " two words: CAVE IN!"

"Mom that wasn't my fault honestly I didn't know that when pulling the lever it released a land slide."

"none the less you did and it happened you also destroyed that priceless slate."

"Once again not my fault!" she shouted back. Picking up her feet she stomped away angrily into the dark tomb. Looking around she noticed all the torches were lit but no one had been in as far as she was now. While she wandered aimlessly she thought of her life that she had when she was little. Her mother had always been traveling around even when she was still with her father, but they were a family. Amara had many happy memories of her father but now they were all ruined. Her father had been cheating on her mother with some woman that he had led Amara to believe was just a "friend." But when she had walked into her father's room one morning and seen the woman asleep in the bed she knew differently. Everything her father had told her was a lie. Even the things about Natasha being her cousin. Natasha was the woman's daughter, her father's other daughter.

In reality Amara's father had never wanted her. He had wanted her mother to put her up for adoption instead of taking care of her but now he felt obligated after already explaining to her he was her father.

Tell me why do I feel this way
All my life I've been standing on the borderline
Too many bridges burned
Too many lies I've heard
I had a life but I can't go back
I can't do that, it will never be the same again
And I know I don't
Have any time to burn

The words to the song struck something within Amara, making her stop and look around. Walking around a corner she thought to be familiar she found herself in a prayer room of some sort. The room was covered with fire lilies all upon the walls all the other statues except for one statue. The statue was of a phoenix. It appeared to be made out of orange and red marbleized granite with hints of blue sparks. The beast's left wing was folded to it's body while the other pointed ominously to the right. Its bird head faced the same direction filling Amara with an odd feeling, of curiosity. She as always followed her deepest instincts and walked carefully towards the room beyond where the phoenix pointed.

The room was small but the least bit dusty. Around the room were various plants that grew in their own devout way. Fire lilies and Fire Ivy twined the ancient walls, an interesting décor. Amara glanced around the little room-discarded unseen for centuries. Out of the corner of her keen eye Amara caught a glimpse of something, emerald twinkling from above her. A massive fountain near the back of the little room suddenly spouted hot lava as she approached. At the bottom of the fountains base rested a small plaque inscribed with hieroglyphs. Kneeling down Amara ran her hand over the plaque while translating it.

"Here is the tomb of the great leader of the light. This tomb was built after the horrendous battle against the never ending enemies, light and dark. Light, otherwise known as Valid us, fought against the darkness with everything she had. But alas it was not enough for in the end, the darkness pierced her soul. Making it shatter into three pieces like a jewel. He then entered the pieces of the jewel into the Spirit World. Validus' body was left lifeless on the ground, so her people, the children of flames, made this tomb to honor her and her apprentice. This tomb also contains the remains of Validus and her apprentice, Morgonai. Morgonai was taught the ways of Validus through an unknown master. Morgonai became the phoenix and the statue above and in the other prayer room are tokens of our loyalty to her. Let it be known that Validus nor Morgonai will ever be forgotten."

Standing up Amara brushed her pants off and sighed. "Well it looks like they were forgotten after all. Shame." Then remembering the plaque's mention of another statue above Amara lifted her head and gasped in amazement at what she saw before her.

Upon a brimstone pedestal sat a hunched figure, arms draped around it's legs, Gargoyle-like wings spread their breadth behind it. As Amara drew closer enticed by the silent figure as it glared down at her, something amber-red with swirls of blue captivated her. As she gazed at the figure she noticed a stony smirk, long crimson-red fangs hung from the statue's mouth. Amara knew she wanted that amulet and she wanted it badly, so she decided to go after. As she looked at the mast of pillars, it looked as if it had rebuilt itself just for her to climb its extent. As she climbed, she drew nearer to the gargoyle like figure on the pedestal, she caught a glimpse of the crimson fangs. Reaching out to touch them, she recoiled her hand swiftly like she had been burned. A bit of the red liquid smeared her hands. She brought her hand forward to see if it had a scent. It smelled metallic and warm. Her eyes winded in realization to the fact that it was blood, fresh blood. "This temple has been underground for thousands of years and there's fresh blood here."

As said her thoughts she glanced around as if someone was watching here. She looked again to the statue, it smirked ominously as she gazed at the amulet around its neck. Gradually her hand began to draw near toward the fiery symbol around the beast's neck. As she pulled the necklace off the demon's neck, she began to lose her grip, as if someone pushed her she plummeted toward the cold stony earth.

While she was falling, she closed her eyes waiting for the impact. But it never came. Slowly Amara opened her eyes and looked around she had landed on a bunch of plants. A little dazed and confused at what happened, she stood up. Amara glanced at the plants while thinking 'I could of sworn that the plants were on the other side of the fountain near the door.' Just then a shout called her back to the normal world. "Amara!!" It was her mother walking in the halls screaming for her. "Mom" she yelled while she raced out of the room amulet in hand. What she didn't know was the lost door closed behind her.

"Amara where were you?! You had me worried!!! I've been looking for you for an hour and a half! I thought you had caused another landslide and had been buried alive."

"Mom you worry to much." Amara said while being hugged very tightly by her mother who still seemed convinced that Amara was just a petty trick of the eye and not really standing in front of her. "Um Mom I can't exactly breath right now. Do you think you can let go for at least a second so I can at least get a gasp of air before I suffocate?

"Of course, darling." Amara's mother finally thought to let her go. Grasping her hand in a motherly fashion she began to drag Amara through the maze of hallways and finally out of the doorway to the temple and into the air of the hot desert sands. Turning around to face her daughter, she set a glare on her face and began to question her as though she were some convict getting sentenced to the electric chair. "How come you didn't answer when I called for you? I had all the other archeologists searching the halls. I called for you seven times!"

"I'm sorry, mom. I was just in the cha-....I was just to far in the tomb for me to hear your calls. I'm sorry. I never meant to worry you." Amara apologized, deciding to keep the chamber to herself. Otherwise her mother would never let her back in there "in case she broke something," and she would take her amulet away and give it to some stuffy museum that would cost people money to come and look at it. Then it would sit there for many years collecting dust and finally the museum would lock it away in some vault, and Amara couldn't let that happen. This was Morgonai's necklace. She was sure of it, and tomorrow she was going back to explore those rooms more thoroughly.

"Your grounded!" her mother shouted at her breaking through her thoughts and dragging her back to reality only to have her feel like she had been slammed into a cemented ground. "What do you mean grounded? From what exactly? It's not like were anywhere near civilization other then the mummies. You can't ground me from going anywhere because there is not where to go!" Amara practically screamed at her mother.

"Your grounded from the internet!"

"What? You can't how else am I supposed to talk with my teacher?"

"You will use the internet only when it comes to schoolwork other then that all connections between you and your friends will be cut off, for one week."

"WHAT THAT IS NOT FAIR!!!"

"One more word and you will be grounded even more, now go to your tent!"

Yes I didn't get to far but oh well. It's four pages be happy. Well as you can see not to much happened but you did get some information. La

seeya later Iris