Sorry, I've thought of some more for p.3. -_-; When is YFG going to get organized? This story makes me think of my favorite Ayumi Hamasaki song called 'To Be.' They're both so sweet! I really recommend downloading the song so you know what I mean. Anyways on with the story.

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Mikki rose slowly and managed to return Kari to her cradle without waking her. There was much for her to do before dark.

Mikki gathered her long chestnut hair into a tight knot. Then she began to stretch her body out, the way Yamcha had taught her. How long had it been since they had trained together? Years. Lovemaking had taken the place of training. The royal elites never sent messengers. She and Yamcha had grown complacent. Happy. Did Mikki any longer possess the strength and agility she would need this night? She glanced at the cradle, at her sleeping daughter.

"I will protect you," She vowed. "Even if I must die doing so."

Kari was all she had left. Yamcha was gone. Dryden…Dryden was gone too. Mikki would not allow Kari to be taken from her aswell. A whimper escaped her lips. She clamped her teeth together hard. This was not a time for tear, but for fury.