Chapter Three: Am I dreaming?

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I bet you're thinking, "If this is a FY fic than where are the characters?" Well I tell you why. I want to explain why Kamali is here in the first chaps. Than after that the rest will make an appearance. Don't worry if you are reading this they are going to be in the next chapter. So enjoy.

Oh yeah I own all the original, but not the FY.

Now enjoy.

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Mist shrouded Kamali as she walked through a dense forest. Jumping at almost everything in site, her gaze finally fell on a temple in the center of the forest. Walking closer she ran her fingers through her light-gray hair. Stopping at the stairs she looked at the familiar symbols. She smiled, when recognized the temple of the Goddess of the sun. Taking the steps almost two at a time, she made it to the top to almost fall down when she saw a younger version of herself with the high priestess, Melansa. Letting a tear fall, Kamali watched the scene.

The young Kamali was sitting on the red marble floor as Melansa sat on a stool in front of her, "Please tell me the story again." Melansa looked up from the scroll, "The one about the animals?" The younger girl shook her head, "No the one about the girl and her protectors." Melansa smiled at the girl, "Child, you have heard that story about a hundred times." Kamali gave her the most innocent look she had, "could you make it hundred and one?" Both Kamali's knew that Melansa could never turn down that look, "Oh all right." Kamali both young and old were in fits to hear the legend. Kamali has always been fascinated about stories from different cultures. She never heard the name of this tale, but that didn't stop her from asking anyone who the story to tell her. Melansa made herself comfortable, "There was once a girl who found a strange book. Opening the book and turning the first page she became a character in the story. She soon took the role of the priestess. Calling upon the seven warriors she was granted three wishes from the God. Returning to her world she learned new things from the warriors happiness, hope, peace, kindness, strength, friendship, even…. Love." Melansa always ended the story the same, keeping the listener in awe. That was the way Kamali loved it. Always wondering what the warriors were like, but she knew there was no use trying to ask because Melansa didn't know. She leaned forward to Kamali and asked, "Are you satisfied?"

Kamali was now beaming, "Yes, thank you very much."

Kamali laughed at her younger self. Turning to leave out of the temple the scene quickly changed to reveal a girl of 15 with light blonde hair picking berries. Kamali took notice that was she. Glancing to the left of her, she saw a group of boys not much older. The largest went closer and knocked the basket out of her hand, "Why do you pick berries when demons don't eat." A friend of his thought he should be on it too, "She's not a demon, but a freak." Kamali was picking up the berries from the ground not paying attention from the boys. She was use to it by now. Always having to listen to all the people of the village calling her names because of her curse. Melansa said it was not a curse but a gift from the gods. She never would believe that though. These boys were making her blood boil with just their presence, placing the last berry into the basket. She was going to walk away, but something inside said to defend herself. Instead she turned to look at the boys, "I'm neither a demon nor a freak. So begon with ye." This time she dropped the basket on purpose. The rage beginning to gather up in her heart. She figured that no one would get hurt. Letting a small flame release it caught fire upon the bush behind her.

The boys frightened turned and ran to the village yelling behind calling her a demon. Kamali put her hand on the right temple of her head. Letting the pain subside. She was startled as a hand touched her shoulder. Spinning around she came face to face with the old man. She smiled to find it was her mentor Yateem, the high priest to Artemis the God of the moon. He had always been fair to her, defending her from the crowds, taking her in when she was ran out of the villages, also helping control her gift. Smiling, she followed him, he headed back to the temple. She had the basket back around her arm. She looked up at the man, "Why did you want me to pick the berries?" He looked up ahead, "We are having a feast to Artemis. And I need the berries to make the sweets." Kamali kicked a rock in front of her, "I wish I could go." He turned his gaze to blues eyes turning white with his age as his hair and beard that reached to his stomach to match. He was in one of the deep blue robes of the temple. Kamali looked like a vagabond with her hair in tangles and red dress a mess, "I do too, but only the priests are going to be allowed into the temple for the next week." Kamali gave him a half smile hoping the next question would help, "I couldn't even get to see it from a window or something?" Yateem began to get frustrated, "Kamali, we've been over this before, there is the time where we sacrifice to Artemis. And you won't like it." But Yateem didn't know it, but she had watched as long as she remembered. Listening to them chant and dance. Her least favorite part was the sacrifice. The poor creature was usually being dragged into the room some how knowing what was going to happen to it. The blood flowing as the ceremonial knife met the flesh and digging into a major vein. It was something the light of heart could never watch. Kamali returned her gaze to the ground, "Oh all right."

That night Kamali climbed up the logs that stood beside the window she used to watch the ceremony. Laughing at the way the grown men dance around. After almost an hour of them dancing they brought the animal they were to sacrifice. The animal this year was a large black Stallion. The wonderful thing was he was not scared at all. It was as if he had been planning this his whole life. He was lead onto the altar. Yateem made it toward him clutching the knife. He placed his hand on the Stallion's neck keeping his balance. He drove the knife cleanly through. The Stallion lay down as if he was about to sleep. After listening to the last of his breath they took a bowl and placed as much blood as they could into it. The bowl was soon placed on the steps in front of the statue of Artemis. Kamali never watched the rest of the ceremony, for she was always in her room crying praying to Thyra, the Goddess of the Sun to take care of the creature in its afterlife.

It was if the world was spinning when the next scene came before her. This time the memory was only a year ago. Kamali was seventeen listening to Melansa and Yateem arguing, "You can't go Melansa." Melansa returned the cold glaze with her dark green eyes, "Why not?" Yateem leaned on the bed since his heart had stopped that once he was never able to stand for long without leaning on something, "For one reason you don't know where they went, and the second reason is because you are too old." Melanse knew very well what he was about to say, "Who else can go, you? I bet, you couldn't find a feather if was underneath your nose." Kamali had overheard the conversation earlier. Bandits had come through the night and stole the Ceremonial dagger, scroll, and clothing. The two adults had been fighting over who would go search for them. Getting quite tired of this she went walked into the room. She placed her back on the door frame waiting for a good time to talk. Seeing there was a pause between the two she took the opportunity, "I will go." She totally surprised them. Yateem was the first to reply, "What? You are too young." She laughed, "Well you are too old. And I think I'm a bit more able to track down bandits than you are." Melansa tried to get into the conversation, "You can't go. You're the next…" It was Kamali's turn to be surprised, "The next what?" Yateem waved his hand to her, "You don't need to worry about." Kamali put a fist on her hip as she cocked it, "Well if it is about me than I need to know." He threw his hands in the air as if threatening Artemis himself, "Don't you know you are supposed to respect your elders?" Kamali gave him her favorite smile, "Don't you know I never did that?" Yateem couldn't help smile himself, "Yes, unfortunately I do." Kamali turned her attention back to Melansa, "What am I next?" Melansa sighed, "We didn't want to tell you till after we found the stolen things. But you are the next High priestess to Thyra."

Kamali took a step back looking at both her old friends. She never realized that this opportunity would come to her. She gave them both a quizzical look, "Why me?" Melansa lowered her eyes to the floor, "We both have been watching over you most of your life, mostly your powers. There is a story that Thyra had come down to visit the first Kamali and told her that something special would happen to her, but nothing did…" Yateem finished the story, "And we think you are the one she talked about." Melansa raised eyes back to Kamali now misty, "We don't won't you to get harmed." Kamali could feel the sadness from Melansa, "How will I get harmed if Thyra is inside of me? You, Yateem told me that." It was Melansa's turn to put her hand in the air, "She might, but she might not. We aren't for sure." Kamali was confused as ever now, "Why not?" Yateem had to sit down now letting his legs rest, "We've only seen you use your powers when you are mad. And Thyra is not vengeful." Kamali could feel the tears well up in her eyes. She could not believe this. They were turning on her now, before they said anything else she was out of the room and running.

By now Kamali was used to the sudden change of scenes. This time she landed to see herself huddled under a tree. A slight nudge woke her, a black horse with a small white spot between his eyes was the first thing she saw before falling over. Standing up right she saw Yateem not far off putting his weight on the staff he carried every now, "Child it took me forever to find you." Kamali patted the horse to find him nip at her. She wanted to cuff him, but he was at Yateem's side as if he knew what she was going to do, "Why is he here?" Pointing toward the gelding, "Well by now you know that we sacrifice animals," Kamali grimaced at that, "well we only do it with the most perfect, but this one was not completely black so we gelded him and let him free. But instead he stayed around becoming a nuisance so I thought we would give it to you," She looked at the gelding with what looked like a sneer, "What can I do with him?" Yateem shrugged, "Well it is best to take a horse to ride when traveling. I hear it can be deadly to go east without a beast of flight." He soon found himself wrapped in Kamali's arms, "Thank you Yateem." Was all she could say through the tears. A halter and rope appeared in Yateem's hand. He gave it to Kamali, "He has been trained to be rode, but be careful as you have noticed he has a mind of his own." Kamali smiled as she placed the halter on him to see ears prick forward as he 'listened' to them. Yateem placed a hand on the gelding's neck, "What will he be named?" Kamali looked over his body one last time before she answered, "Fagara." Yateem began to frown, "Why choose that name?" Kamali wasn't pay attention, "Because it suits him." Now Yateem's hand rested on her shoulder, "Now all you have to do is wake up." The last few words sound it far off before she could ask him to repeat it the words were louder till she had to cover her ears from the noise.

The present Kamali opened her eyes trying to focus to see a small form with a larger one sitting beside it.

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