A/N Okay, it took me a bit to get this out due to...reasons, but here we go.


"Zeta, you know all of that was unnecessary, right? You didn't have to make deals with the devil just for my sake..." Droite said when they arrived back in the room that Zeta had been in. She shook her head.

"I did what was right. That's all..." she said sadly.

"But why? You don't want this child...but you protect it? Please, tell me why you would do that." Zeta simply sighed and had her sit down.

"I have my reasons...That is all. Later I will talk to Vector and ask a few more things, but for now, I'll help you." She said with a smile. Droite looked at her surprised but then noded.

"If you insist." She said, giving Zeta permission to do whatever she wanted.

Now, Zeta didn't know much about healing, but she had managed to learn a few things from observing the practice. She tilted Droites head upwards to look for any injuries. She had gotten a few cuts from the whip, ranging from small scratched to fairly deep wounds that she had on her forehead that were mostly concealed by her hair. Zeta sighed.

"Do you think they'll be a problem? I mean, the worst wounds are hidden, so it's not like you have a lot to deal with." Droite nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. See, you don't have to worry." She said only to grimace in pain after she finished talk.

Zeta looked at her in concern.

"Are you sure? Do you still hurt?" She said, worried.

"Of course I am, my head just has a pain in it, probably because of the prince hitting me before."

"Oh, then why don't you lay down?" Zeta pulled back the blankets on her bed. "There, rest for a bit, I'll make sure Vector won't need you for the remainder of the day." Droite gave her a small, sad smile.

"Your kindness is appreciated, but I can't. If I do, you might get punished too, and I can't have that happen." She stood back up but the room started to spin.

"Ma-maybe you are right, though..." she said as she sat back down. Zeta pushed her down gently before covering her.

"Alright, I'll talk to Vector. Don't worry about anything." She said bravely. She started moving toward the door, but stopped when Droite spoke up.

"Before you go...can I ask something?"

"Sure, of course you can."

"W-why are you like this?" Zeta stood still, silent.

"I guess it's because that's what I was told to do." She said with a smile even though her eyes seemed to lose their light at the mention of her past.

"Can...can you tell me about your life?" Droite asked hesitantly.

"But Vector-"

"Please, just a small story?" Zeta sighed in defeat.

"Okay, I suppose. Hmm...well, the first of all, I should start with my father. He was a king, and I was a heir to his throne..."


A/N Alright, I know this was a short chapter, but thankfully the next chapter is written and ready to be uploaded. Next two chapters will be a look into Zeta's life before Vector. I wonder what people will think when it's out. Okay, Yami Gir sighing off!