A/N: because my parents and the parasite of a little sister are on a 'Kormoran' concert and I have time to try and to write as much chapters to the fic as much as I can manage to write, I can only hope that the concert will take weary long so that I can stay longer here by the comp…

P.S.: the poems is originally made to the drama I'm working on 'Desert Rose', which is about the forbidden love between a priestess and a priest, it is like a 'Romeo & Juliet 'play in Ancient Egyptian stile…

II. Visitors

A blue rose which blooms in the desert,

it is the truest miracle of the world,

born of the blood and tears of true lovers,

hidden by mist and dark from the eye

of mortals.

A young girl around the age of three years old was running around in the deserted streets of the necropolis, the skies a bow her were always dark as if the night would last here forever, the sand under her feet black, the only real light was given by the lanterns which glowed blue when she passed them, she knew that they reacted on magic. She giggled happily; her long lightly curled ebony hair flew in the wind.

Suddenly the child stopped and looked up curiously at a gigantic wall of mist. Her father often told her that the wall of mist is the barrier between they land and that of a world which is dangerous and frightening, so she should stay here where she is save. The little girl stared at the wall, she knew that her father wanted to protect her, but she was curious, she had never left the Land of Dark sand. She was about to touch the mist with one pale hand when she heard the voice of her father's familiar. Emerald eyes turned in the eel's direction and glittered with happiness.

"Hay Xerxes-san!" she said happily as the creature let her pet him. He really liked the little girl.

"Afya, you know that your father told you to not go on the other side of the mist." the creature said.

"I know, please don't tell daddy, he will only get worried." she said while holding her little hands together pleadingly.

"I will not tell him, but now come." he said as he turned around in the air, how could someone say 'no' when they are faced with such one innocent look.

"Uhm, where are we going Xerxes-san?" she asked confused while following him.

"We are visiting your mother." the eel said and the girl's features lip up.

"Yay! We are visiting mommy!" she said while she begun running in the direction where she knew the royal cemetery was.

Xerxes reached the grave three minutes after the little girl who had her eyes closed and her hands held out in front of her breakable body. The familiar looked at her a bit puzzled, but then his eyes widened as a white lotus flower appeared between her little hands. Afya placed the flower on the grave and kneeled down.

"Hay mommy, I brought you your favorite flower. I really miss you and daddy and Xerxes- san to, but daddy says that you are watching us so I'm not sad that I can't see you. Daddy still doesn't want to teach me magic, but you know what? I can also a five spells because I like to watch daddy train." at that she smiled proudly.

While the little girl continued to speak with the grave of her mother Xerxes managed to fight down his shock. 'How dumb of Xerxes, Afya is the daughter of Master Mozenrath and Ryouu. She will be one day a great sorceress…if she lives…' At that thought felt the creature a pang of pain. He remembered the day on which trespassers come in they land. It were ten strangely clothed warriors who were chasing after a young woman. The men managed to destroy many of his master's mamluks which made his master weary pissed and he himself went out to investigate against the intruders. To say that both he and his master were stunned as the young woman begun to chant in a strange language and a gigantic dragon skeleton emerged out from the black sand behind her and took slowly flesh on and attacking and killing the last four warriors would be one understatement. But after this display of great magic and knowledge over necromation the young woman touched her heart with a shaking hand and broke together. His master brought her personally in the Citadel and let her rest. After the young woman awoke she explained to them, mostly because his master seemed curious about her which was rare, that she comes from a land called Japan which is more like a gigantic island complex. She was the priestess of the Silver dragon which's temple could be found in the capitol city of the land May-Tjan, but they land fell and she as the only priestess and sorceress who could manage to flee, but they foes found her. After that day become she and Mozenrath weary close, they studied together, worked on new spells or elixirs or exchanged knowing about the magic of they cultures, both become close friends and later more... But the happiness which his master was feeling got shadowed with worry for the loved one when Ryouu explained to them, after Mozenrath asked her about the strange pain which often seemed to plague her, that she was born with a weak heart and that the medicines told her family that she would be lucky if she managed to live eight years, but she proved them wrong. Xerxes sighed sadly, Afya's birth was to much for Ryouu and her hearth stopped beating, that was hard for his master, but the worst thing was that Afya was also born with a weak heart, this was the ground why Mozenrath created the tick wall of mist around his land, to shield his daughter from the world which could kill her and if that happened, his master would not survive the pain. A light tap on his head brought Xerxes back from his thoughts. He looked down to see those enchanting emerald eyes.

"Come Xerxes-san, daddy is probably waiting for us." she said as she begun to run to the Citadel. Afya resembled her father in almost any way, in his option she really looked like a famel version of her father only with the emerald eyes of her mother.

Meanwhile in the Citadel…

Mozenrath sat with his legs crossed on his throne while looking annoyed at the enchantress Mirage and the deity Chaos who both stood now in his throne room. The first one to scold him for not moving in the last five years even a little finger against Agraba or Aladdin who was now Sultan, the later one was only there to see something amusing.

"Mirage, if you are ready with your speech I would like to tell you to leave my land." the sorcerer said annoyed to the feline like woman.

"I will not leave before I get a proper explanation from you, from all the idiots who tried to take over that damned city were you the only one worthy to be named, but in the last years nothing!" she hissed while Chaos watched them grinning. This was really amusing, Mirage who was throwing a fit and it only made Mozenrath yawn which on the other hand angered Mirage and made her scream even louder. But suddenly he sensed a great magical power nearing them.

It seemed as if the other two sensed it to, but both felines found it weary strange when they saw fear wash over the sorcerer's face. Then the gigantic oak door to the throne room opened revealing a little girl who poked her head inside smiling, but as she saw the two strange creatures her smile faded and her gaze become curious.

"Moze…" but said sorcerer already dashed past Mirage and stood now protectively in front of the girl.

"Daddy, is something wrong?" the child asked while holding her fathers dark cape in her pale hands.

"DADDY!!!" Mirage screamed and was about to faint from shock while Chaos teleported behind Mozenrath who was staring at the woman and grabbed the girl teleporting with her in the middle of the room.

"So, what is your name little girl?" the blue feline asked while floating in the air on his back and the girl sitting on his stomach.

"Uhm…my name is Afya." she said while managing a little bow which made the deity chuckle and Mozenrath turn ghostly pale. Heck the man was about to try to launch himself at the cat and try to get his daughter in safety.

"A really cute name, do you know what it means?" the girl nodded.

"Uhum, it means 'Shadow'."

"Yes, so you are Mozenrath's daughter, and where is your mother?" at that question Mozenrath was beginning to panic which was noticed by Mirage. 'What the heck is wrong with him?'

'No…no please stop…if you get her to nervous or say something wrong she will get a seizure….' the sorcerer thought as he held back tears.

"Mommy died after I was born, she had a weak heart like me." at that Mirage suddenly understood the man's worry for the girl. 'So her heart is weak...'

"Oh, that is a bad thing, hmm…your mom was from one other continent right?"

"How did you know?"

"That pendant was only worn by the priests and priestesses of the Silver Dragon, but after my knowing they were all executed, but it seems that your mom could escape. You know little one you are really cute, I like you." Chaos said smiling at the little girl and let her hug him which on the other hand made the ones who were staring up at them sweatdrop.

"Arigatou Aoi Neko-sama." she said.

"You can call me Chaos."

"Uhm, ok Chaos-san" and with that both went down to the ground and Mozenrath immediately run up to his daughter, kneeling down beside her.

"Mozenrath." said Mirage suddenly after Chaos whispered something to her, her tone made the sorcerer flinch.

"Chaos has decided and I also like the idea that we both will take the roles of Afya's godparents and we will also teach her magic. And beside that you are every time allowed to visit my realm little darling." she said while petting the child on the head." We will take our leaves now." and with that both disappeared. After they left Mozenrath let out a deep sigh as he held his childe closer.

"Xerxes is sorry master, Xerxes didn't know you had guests." the familiar said and was ready for his master's wrath, but it never come.

"Don't worry Xerxes, I didn't think of the chance that those two from all the creatures would come here." he said, but then he felt suddenly a little hand tugging on his selve. He looked down in emerald eyes.

"Daddy?"

"Yes my little darling?"

"Where is obasan Mirage's realm?" she asked innocently which made her father sweatdrop. 'Aunt Mirage' sounded in his ears so wrong, but it was still better then 'uncle Aladdin', then he would run away screaming...

A blue rose which blooms in the desert,

it is the truest miracle of the world,

born of the blood and tears of true lovers,

hidden safely from mist and darkness,

far away from the cruel world…

To be continued…

A/N: well now you have a little more information about Ryouu and about her daughter, I needed to look up Arabic names to find a name for her and well don't ask how I got the idea to make Mirage and Chaos to her godparents and by the way I know that everyone is OOC and mostly of all Mozenrath, but I need him to act like this for the fiction.