Disclaimer- I don't own Kuzco or Pacha they belong to Disney. But I do own Zida! As she is one of my characters, that I created!
Okay, I have to apologise for the amount of time it took to put this Chapter up, for one I had no Internet for seven or so weeks then for two I lost most of the data on my Laptop!! Luckily, I managed to get it all back again! phew But once again I apologise....
Hopefully the following Chapter won't take as long to post, lol!
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! I love you all! bursts out crying with joy
"What should be done about this, your grace?" a servant questioned worriedly.
Zida frowned unsurely, then bit her lip, "I, well, I guess you should give them what they desire..."
"Your grace! The peasants are asking for lower taxes! This is very serious!" the servant screamed at Zida.
Zida shrugged, "I... I, don't... Wait..." a idea formed in Zida's head, "What do you propose we do?"
The servant blinked in surprise, "Well, I guess you could offer them more money towards farming materials through the taxes, or something?"
"Perfect!" Zida clapped her hands together, "That'll do!"
The servant widened his eyes in disbelief, "If you wish, your grace..." he walked off slowly, as he exited the hall.
Just at that moment, Pacha entered the hall.
Zida ran down the steps down to Pacha, "How's Kuzco?"
"I think he's getting worse, he keeps saying stuff in his sleep," Pacha replied.
"What kinda 'stuff'?" Zida questioned curiously.
"Just odd bits like, 'it's time to leave' and 'I have to escape'," Pacha shook his head, "I don't know, it's all mixed up, he's pretty mixed up..."
"So, you're saying, if we don't figure out what's happening soon, then we could lose Kuzco altogether?" Zida asked worriedly.
Pacha looked at Zida sadly.
Zida looked down at the ground sadly, "We have to get back to searching through all those records!" she sighed in exhaustion, "But I just can't seem to get a break! There's always something that needs sorting or signed, uh! I don't understand! Kuzco made it look so easy!"
"Yeah, well, he does his work with pride, and style," Pacha smirked.
"And with a little groove too!" Zida added.
The pair laughed happily, when suddenly one of the servants burst into the hall.
"Your grace!" the servant cried.
"Yes?" Zida raised an eyebrow.
"It's the Emperor..." the servant replied.
Zida and Pacha looked at each other, then back at the servant.
"Leave..." Kuzco said in a low voice.
"This is, just like before," Pacha stuttered, as he gazed down at the young adult.
"What do you mean?" Zida questioned.
"A day or so ago, he was like this, I think he was in a trance or something I'm not sure, all I know is that it was not Kuzco talking..." Pacha frowned at the impostor using Kuzco's body.
"You mean the evil thing that's haunting this place is inside Kuzco!?" Zida cried in pure disbelief.
"I think so...." Pacha nodded slowly.
Zida looked back down at the Former-Emperor, his eyes had lost their usual happy confident shine, now they were dark, they looked like two plain brown slates, as he stared up at the ceiling.
"Kuzco? Kuzco, can you hear me?" Zida questioned, she didn't want to admit it but she was terrified, terrified for the kingdom, terrified for all the palace, terrified for Kuzco...
Tears started to brim Zida's eyes, but she blinked several times in an attempt to get rid of them, but eventually she couldn't hold them back anymore....
She closed her eyes as she gave in to the on-coming tears that flowed down her cheeks.
Pacha immediately noticed Zida crying and wrapped his arm around her, "Oh, hey, hey, don't worry, everything will be alright... Kuzco will get better, I know it!"
"Oh... I hope you're right Pacha... I hope you're right...." Zida sobbed, turning her vision away from Kuzco, she couldn't bear to see Kuzco so weak, she couldn't bear to see him being used...
Suddenly a flashback formed in Zida's head.
Flash back
"Look here," she pointed her finger down at a name and some other details.
Kuzco edged over closer to Zida and looked down at what she was pointing at, he read it out aloud, "Emperor Azka," Kuzco paused as he thought back.
"Who's he?" Pacha questioned curiously.
Zida was also wondering the same thing so she looked at Kuzco expectantly.
Kuzco looked down at the ground as he tried to think of whom that could be.
Pacha and Zida both waited patiently realising that Kuzco had to think quite hard to remember who this person was.
"I think he was my great great grandfather, but I'm not totally sure," he shrugged it off as he continued to read the rest of the details, "Emperor Azka, died of a strange illness, which slowly cut the circulation off to different parts of his body.... Do you think it could be him?"
Pacha shrugged unsurely.
Zida shook her head, "From what I remember of all the stories my grandfather used to tell me that his father told him, I'm pretty sure Emperor Azka was a very good ruler. Apparently he was really in touch with the peasants, he always let them say a lot in the country's law and how it was to be run and so on so fourth."
As Kuzco started to shout, Zida thought to herself for a moment, Wasn't Emperor Azka's father supposed to be really horrible? But he isn't registered-
Suddenly Kuzco's yelling cut her off...
End Flash back
"Wait! Emperor Azka!" Zida remembered something.
"Yeah, we inquired about him, like you said before he was a good man and apparently died of a strange disease, that's all, now please try to calm down Zida," Pacha replied as he patted her on the back.
"No, wait, Emperor Azka... He was the earliest Emperor registered!" Zida exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, but where are going with this?" Pacha raised an eyebrow.
"Emperor Azka was the first Emperor to be registered, all the Emperor's before him were never registered because it really hadn't been thought of so long ago!" she paused, "And I'm pretty sure I remember a story my grandfather once told me, he said that Emperor Azka was a great man, like I said earlier, but his father wasn't exactly the greatest role model."
Pacha raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"Emperor Azka's father was apparently supposed to be quite a evil man, he never cared for anyone besides himself, he would do anything to get what he wanted, which is precisely why Emperor Azka was good, he hated seeing his father being so mean and evil so he believed that if he did good deeds when he was ruler then he could save his father's soul!" Zida explained quickly.
"So, you think this ghost that's haunting the palace could be the father of Emperor Azka?" Pacha questioned.
"It's a guess!" Zida replied.
"Well, I'm all for it!" Pacha nodded and held a thumb up, "So, what should we do?"
"Well, I guess, we'll have to get research on him, anything you can find!" Zida ordered.
Pacha nodded, "Yes, your grace!"
"And I'll-" suddenly Zida was cut off.
"And you'll watch over Kuzco," Pacha ordered.
"Huh?" Zida spun around, giving Pacha a questioning look.
"Look, I can do all the research, but you have to look after the kingdom and look after Kuzco," Pacha motioned towards the now-sleeping Kuzco.
Zida looked down at Kuzco then back up at Pacha, she thought about it for a moment then nodded, "Okay!"