Chapter Two: Are you that stupid?
Artemis, Thyra, Fajara, Kamali are all mine please don't still them. The rest belong to the creator of Fushigi Yuugi.
Oh and this is between the end of the series and OVA. I just didn't like Hotohori dead so I have him alive in this story.
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A young woman of seventeen wearing a long sleeved loose black shirt that tied at the top wit ha piece of leather and black pants tucked into a pair of dark brown riding boots stood inside of a cell shaking the door. Her blonde hair fell around her light green eyes as she yelled at the guard in front of her, "Do you know who I am?" seeing she wasn't going to get an answer she continued, "I am Kamali the next high priestess of Thyra the goddess of the Sun and all that is good. You must let me out to find the things stolen from the temple before the leaves on the trees die and a new season begins." The guard still paid no attention to her. Kamali moved over to see the side of his face. She began to see red as she pushed the sleeping guard out of his chair, "Did you even hear me?" The guard soon woke up to find himself lying on the ground. Jumping back up he regained his posture, "Shut up," was all he said as he sat back in his chair. "Since you are awake now tell me why I'm in here. I done nothing wrong." The guard only laughed, "Picking a fight with the captain of the guards seems to be wrong." Kamali only shrugged her shoulders, "It is not my fault that he tried to steal my horse from me. Speaking of this where is he?" She asked. Guard turned toward her, Kamali finally got to see what this guard looked like. 'He must be around twenty. I see neither gray in his hair nor any scars. He must have just joined.' She thought. "The Captain?" He asked. "No, my horse." He gave a laugh almost a snort, " He is beneath the captain getting taught a lesson." It was Kamali's turn to laugh, but she did with more emphasis. The guard went to the cell, "What is so funny?" She wiped a tear away, "Only one can control Fagara, the Wicked One, and that is usually a hard time." The guard gave her a sly smile, "Oh tell me, who is this special person?" Kamali returned the smile, "Me." He went back to his chair, "So you say, listen I can hear a whip the flesh of that ungrateful nag." The anger rose back, "Nag, NAG! That horse has better lineage than you… you son of a tavern whore." Kamali felt her hands hit her mouth. She was totally surprised by what she just said. She didn't have time to say anything else when the guard opened the cell and was about to slap her when another guard ran down the steps almost falling. The guard that was about to slap her walked and shut the door. He tried to get the second guard to sit down, but he wouldn't, "You…don't…understand….we're getting…attacked." The first guard grabbed his shirt, "What are you talking about? Who is attacking us?" The second guard pushed the other man's hand off of him, "Bandits, from the western border." He was soon pulled off the chair by the other, "Come we must protect the royal family."
The two guards left Kamali chuckling. She turned the key that was never taken out of the door, "They really need to find some new guards." Stepping out she headed up the step. Reaching the top she almost screamed at the sight. There were dead soldiers everywhere and very few of the attackers. Turning in time she knocked an attacking bandit. Now unconscious she grabbed his sword from his hand, Whistling, Fajera came running to her. Grabbing onto some of his mane she threw herself on his bareback. He was now running she knocked down every bandit that appeared in her way. From her right she could hear the screaming of a small boy. Jumping off of Fajera's back she reached the boy to watch a sword raise up from above his head. Feeling a sensation she never felt before a small ball of fire appeared in front of her right hand. Continuing to watch it the ball grew till finally it was the size of her palm. Calling the out the bandit looked toward her. Throwing the flame as a ball it landed unto the man's clothes. Frantically, screaming trying to get the fire off him, Kamali quickly put him out of his misery. Kneeling down she took the shaking boy into her hands. Trying to comfort him all she got was a distant look in his eyes. Almost too late she pulled him out of the way from the arrows heading to ward their bodies. Hiding down an alley Kamali looked around the corner to see the fight was almost over. She held the boy closer as more of the guards fell from the attacks. Noticing the pressure from the boy she looked to see him frantically pushing away. Smiling she let him go, but not as far as he wanted to go. Looking out again she saw that the guards were starting to win sighing she turned back to see the boy had disappeared completely. Walking down farther she heard screams. Running she noted they weren't from the boy. Reaching the attacker to find out it was a young woman. Reaching her Kamali noticed a large body off to the side. Kneeling down she looked the girl in the face. Kamali questioned the girl, "What is wrong?" The girl pointed, "My pappa is dead." Kamali looked around, "Where is the person who did this?" A voice came from the shadows, "Here I am."
The man came into sight, the now frightened girl quickly ran to a corner of the alley. Kamali stood to look at the murder, pure hatred boiling in to her blood. Walking closer to the smug man, Her body started burning from the inside out. Not caring she grabbed the man by the neck pulling him off the ground with new strength. The flaring man grasped her arm to release quickly from getting burnt. She raised him as high has her arms would allow, throwing him to a side he tried to jump and run, he was too late as Kamali lunged upon him with cat-like reflexes. She looked upon him with almost white eyes not to her normal light green. Kamali growled, "What gave you the idea that you needed to kill the girl's father?" The bandit squirmed in her grip, "He wouldn't get out of my way." Kamali threw him hard enough that he landed against the wall with a loud bone-cracking thud it was doubted he would be able to get up much less be alive. Kamali shook her head letting the rage finally diminish, she headed towards the girl. Stumbling she sat almost falling on the girl she finally felt her life force get weak. She looked to the girl almost whispering, "Could you wake me when you see a small boy in deep red robes come by." Kamali thought she was dreaming when she saw a man with light gray hair and a woman with dark red hair stand over her.