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Lying on the floor near the bed was the mirror Miaka had always carried with her. Only now it was shattered into several pieces. When Tamahome had brought her to the palace, and her clothes had been taken to be washed, everything in her pockets had been laid on the table by the bed. Sometime during her fight with Tamahome, the mirror must have been knocked down.

            Picking up the largest shard of glass, Miaka checked the tip for sharpness. Yes, this would do nicely. Just then there was a knock on the door. Miaka quickly stuffed the piece of glass into the pocket of the robe she wore.

            "Who is it?"

            "Broumine. I've brought your clothes Lady Priestess."

            "Come in."

            A short, cheerful, elderly woman came stepped into the room. She kind of reminded Miaka of her grandmother.

            "You're clothes have been washed and mended Lady Priestess. I thought you might like to get out of that robe."

            "Yes, thank you," Miaka replied, taking the pile of freshly washed clothes from the woman.      

            "Everyone is talking about you ya know."

            "Why?"

            "Because you're the Priestess of Suzaku."

            Priestess of Suzaku? That's what Hotohori had called her when she first awoke? What did it mean?

            "Excuse me but, why is everyone calling me that?" Miaka asked, beginning to change back into her own clothes.           

            ""You don't know? In the Konan Empire, where we are now, there is an old legend. At a time when the land is in danger, a young lady will come from another world and save our kingdom using the divine powers of Suzaku."

            "Sorry, but I think you've got the wrong girl. I'm no Priestess. I've never even heard of this Suzaku or whatever you called it."

            "You weren't sent here to save us?"

            "Sorry…um…Broumine?"

            "Yes?"

            "I'm still feeling kind of tired. Could you leave me alone please?"

            "Sure."

            But as she watched the young woman leave she felt a pang of guilt as she saw the sadness in the old woman's eyes. Broumine had really thought that she was the Priestess of Suzaku. It didn't matter. In a few minutes, she wouldn't be anything but a memory.

            Miaka walked back to the bed where she had left the robe and pulled out the shard of glass. She had just raised the point of the glass to her wrist when the door opened and Hotohori and Tamahome entered the room.    

            "Miaka what are you doing?"

            "What does it look like I'm doing?"

            "Surely you do not wish to do this?" Hotohori said, taking a step forward.

            " The hell I don't."

            "Miaka, please, give me the glass."

            "Make me."

            Tamahome rushed forward, attempting to take the glass from Miaka.

            "Fine! Take it! There are other ways to do this!"

            Shoving Tamahome and a very shocked Hotohori out of the way, Miaka ran from the palace rooms.

To be continued

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