Disclaimer: I do not own The Emperor's New Groove, Disney does, unfortunately.
Prologue: Long ago, somewhere deep in the jungleā¦
A little woman shouted out in pain, her dark haired matted against her washed-out, tanned forehead, and her husband, a tall dark haired man, winced. His dark eyes, like most of everyone in the kingdom, searched his wife's odd emerald-green eyes in worry and concern. This was their first child and their last if the woman had to go through this again.
The small hut, at the bottom of the hill that their village lied on, was now unusually cramped. With the local 'healer' (doctor), the woman's mother, sister AND sister-in-law (who had actually come on a TWO-day trip from her own village) as well as her husband, the two bedroom, one kitchen/living room was seriously cramped.
The woman let out what sounded like a warrior's cry, before relaxing. Her baby was here. Her baby girl. Her Saz.
'There are despots and dictators, political manipulators-'. Saz let out a small smile, even though her eyes rolled, along with the eyes of the royal dresser- her boss. If the Theme Song Guy was singing this early in the morning, it meant one thing. Kuzco was awake.
Working in any palace held some sort of seriousness, after all, it is the most important ideas, meetings, and laws are passed. The Emperor (or King, this kingdom doesn't shame what the leaders decide to call themselves) himself, was always about.
Emperor Kuzco was sort of laid-back (in a way) however not many people liked him as he was arrogant, whiny and obnoxious. However there was also the fact the Emperor was a seven-teen year old boy (nearly eight-teen), who liked everything done his way, and another way wasn't even thought about.
Saz was smiling, singing along to the song that was frequently played in the morning (and afternoons). "Kuzco!" Just as she was going to go on to the next line of the song, the music abruptly stopped. Oh shit. She felt herself wince when the Emperor yelled; someone had thrown off the Emperors Groove.
"Poor soul." Eva (Eh-va), a fragile-looking woman, who happened to be Saz's boss, commented. Her looks were deceiving, she can (and does) take on the Royal Guards, who were all seven-foot tall, blue and red painted, hulking bodies of muscle. Eva was the Royal designer/dressmaker and was in charge of the division that clothed everyone in the entire palace, even the maids. Right now they were preparing (or as Eva and Saz preferred, fluffing) the princess' to meet the Emperor, so he could pick one as his bride. The only problem was, they were all dressed in white, all had dreadlocks and all looked boringly the same.
Saz internally smirked; they were just going to be rejected. She had told the last group of princess' that if they tried to be more different, Emperor Kuzco might actually pick them, but they had just scoffed.
The princess' looked at her all at once, before turning back makes her realise she herself had just scoffed out loud, while in thought.
"Sorry!" An old man was thrown out a window close by, and Saz saw him whiz passed the window to her right. She felt really sorry for him when she saw he got stuck in the banners, all with Kuzco's face on them. He was a sweet looking old man and Saz felt her heart go out to him.
"Poor guy."
"What's his name? KUZCO!" And so the music goes on.
