"The Wrath of the Moon"
An Emperor's New Groove Fanfic by:
JessieofTR (Megan Clifton)

Chapter 2
"The Peasent"

Meanwhile, in his village, Pacha was doing some work out in the fields. The sun was hot on that summer day, and the work just kept piling up.

A peasent girl with long, beautiful brown hair and a green pancho came into Pacha's area, carrying a tray with glasses of tea. "I thought you would like some tea, Mr. Pacha..." She greeted him, smiling.

Pacha looked up and smiled, taking a glass. "Well, that was very sweet of you, Raina." He nodded to her, and drank. "It's good...aren't you suppose to be selling vegetables today?"

Raina shook her head. "No....I'm taking the day off..."

"And your aunts actually let you?" Pacha said, grinning.

Raina giggled. "Yes, they did. I was very surprised. But still, I have some grocery shopping to do in the marketplace."

"Aww....well, that sounds better than working out here....thanks again for the tea, Raina..."

"Your welcome, Mr. Pacha..." She bowed, and turned around walking down the path. She stopped by her ranch and grabbed a basket, before starting down the path through the jungle, and then finally to the marketplace. As she approached, the palace came into view. Raina stopped and stood on a hill, glancing at it like it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life. She had seen it before, but with the sun so bright, it glistened and looked like pure gold. She sighed, continuing down the path and straight into the marketplace.

"Hello, Raina!!" A shop owner greeted her.

"Hello....good morning.." She greeted back, bowing. The same was with most everyone. They greeted her and Raina greeted them back. It was mostly men, who found her very attractive. She was the most beautiful girl in the village. Everyone had always wondered why they didn't pick her to learn to be a Chosen Woman, who would either go on marrying someone of royalty or becoming a Virgin of the Sun. The Virgins of the Sun performed at rituals and celebrations, dancing in beautiful white and yellow gowns, dazzling everyone. But to become one of these, you had to be picked out of a select few....and the ones picked were the prettiest. The true reason of why she was never picked was because of her aunts, Xema and Yzma. The Virgins of the Sun had to do with...well, the Sun...and that's exactly what her aunts and family hated. They were Haters of the Sun, or people who hated the empire and the Sun God, Inti, and worshipped the Underworld God, Supai. Every day they would jest, complain, sneer, jeer, and just put down anything that had to do with the empire. Raina tried her best each day to ignore it.

Unlike her family, she admired the emperor, and showed him great respect. She dreamt of one day meeting him, and just for one day, she could have experienced what it was like to live in the palace. Just one day.....

Meanwhile, high above the marketplace, Kuzco sat on his balcony, staring down at the people. The TTWSU was babbeling on and on about something, and Kuzco wasn't listening. He was in too deep of thought. His eyes began to wander, and just happened to fall on Raina, who was saying another "good morning" to a local shop owner. He watched her for some time, letting his eyes adjust. He kept staring, and realized that he couldn't stop staring at this one girl. He tugged on the TTWSU's sleeve. "Hey.....short dude....who's that!?" He pointed to Raina.

The TTWSU snorted. "Some peasent girl..." He continued babbeling.

Kuzco half smiled at her. "She's........beautiful..."

"Yes, beautiful....." He was about to go on, but then he looked up at Kuzco. ".....eh....beautiful sire?" The TTWSU looked down, getting a better look at her. "Well....she's......no....Chosen Woman, but she is pretty....uh....." He looked up, and Kuzco was gone. "Sire......Sire? Sire!?"

Already forgetting about his dream, Kuzco ran to his room, grabbed his llama pancho that Chicha had made for him, took off his robes and quickly put it on, taking the crown off his head, ruffling his hair to make him look more peasently, and ran down the steps, out the palace doors and in to the hustle and bustle of the marketplace.