Disclaimer: As I've already said, I don't own anything in here that refers to FY. Just the characters I made up.

"Are you awake yet?" came a voice from far away. Shula wearily opened her eyes. At first everything was blurry. Then her eyes cleared, and Shula could see the outline of a boy sitting across from her. "No. I'm just talking in my sleep. I may act like I'm awake, but I'm really not," came the answer. The boy looked surprised, and Shula shook her head. "Sorry, I'm not feeling too great." The boy nodded his head. "Where are we?" Shula asked him. "On a road to Shen-We. My country," he added, seeing the confused look on Shula's face. "Thanks for saving my life back there," Shula hastily said. The boy nodded. "Just doing my job. You'd better go back to sleep, Priestess. We've got a long day ahead of us."

"When Shula awoke the next morning, she was surprised to find herself lying in a sleeping bag on the side of the road. There was another bundle next to her, and Shula realized with a grunt that she was still inside the book. The boy woke a couple of minutes later, and they set out on horseback. "Where are we going?" Shula asked an hour later. "To Shen-We," was the short answer. Shula looked away. She was sitting on the horse's back behind the boy, and she was very uncomfortable. Who was this boy? Why had he saved her? And why did he call her Priestess? She vaguely remembered the dragon asking her a similar question, but at the look of a bandage on her arm, she had lost a lot of blood, and couldn't remember a lot of what had happened that night. After traveling for a day, they stopped to make camp. As they sat by the fire, Shula finally gathered up the courage to talk to the boy. "So, what's your name?" Shula asked casually. "Tikido." "Where are you from?" Shula asked, trying to strike up a conversation. "Shen-We." Shula began to get annoyed at the boy's unwillingness to talk. She decided to try one last time. "Why did you save me?" Tikido looked at her. "Because you are the Priestess," he said simply. He looked shocked at her puzzled face. "You do not know?" Shula shook her head. "Then I will tell you. You are the Priestess to our god, Zenyu. Zenyu was created from the great god, Suzaku. Suzaku created him so that he could one day help Suzaku to defeat his enemy. Suzaku would choose the priestess, like any other, from another world. You, we believe, are that priestess," Tikido stared at her intently. "Each god has their own set of seven Celestial Warriors. The priestess would gather the seven warriors, and would be able to summon the god. The warriors' job is to protect the priestess. So I was just doing my job." Shula looked Tikido. "Oh. But I really think that you are mistaken. I can't be the Priestess of, of this, Zenyu. I don't know anything about him!" Shula protested. "We will teach you," Tikido said reassuringly. "Good night." He went to sleep. Shula stayed up for awhile longer, just staring into the flames, trying to process what the boy had just told her. On the third day of their travel, Tikido and Shula reached the capitol city of Shen-We. The guards let them in, and they proceeded towards the palace. Shula was afraid that it would look as fearsome as the one in Que-Dong but the palace here looked welcome and inviting. They walked through the doors and into the throne room. The emperor sat on a golden throne, talking to his advisors. When Tikido and Shula entered, they looked up. "Can it be? The Priestess of Zenyu?" the emperor announced. Everyone in the room looked in awe at Shula. The emperor motioned for them to come forward. They approached him, and he said to them, "Welcome to Shen-We. I am Marbu, the emperor of this fine country." Shula and Tikido bowed respectfully, and Shula looked up at him, frightened. "No need to be scared," he said kindly. "What is your name, Priestess?" "Shula." "Shula, we are honored that you have come, and ask you that you will indeed accept this title, as Priestess of Zenyu." Shula looked from Marbu to Tikido, who nodded at her. Shula closed her eyes, and made the biggest decision of her life. "Yes."