Disclaimer: i do not own Yugioh or any of the characters, except Fierra. She's of my own creation, so no copying!

Chapter 2-Dining with the Bandit King

Pharaoh Yami was distressed and rattled. Someone had tried to kill him, and they had almost been successful. Someone else had saved him, someone who's fate he knew no idea of. The woman who had tried to kill him was herself, in fact, dead. The guards had cleaned up the Court Chamber and judging the rest of the slaves had been postponed. The room was empty and had been so for a while. Yami slowly came crashing back to reality and decided to find out what had happened to the young girl who saved his life. 'Seto. Seto took her.' Some part of his brain clicked and her slowly rose off his throne to go find Seto, who was probably in his room.

Fierra's dreams were filled with horror. She was running from something, something cold and evil, something trying to take her away from the world. Suddenly a warmth enveloped her and she was safe. But the warmth was fire. She tried to control it, but she failed, only helping it spread. She turned, the faces of her past masters flashing before her, before they went up in flames with a scream.

When she turned to Ganshira, the lady just cackled madly before burning away. Fierra saw her favourite horse, Cerello, tied to a burning tree in the distance, but the closer she got to Cerello, the faster the fire burned. Fierra was halted in her tracks when Cerello screamed and reared, trying to tear herself away from the burning palm, but it was too late, and suddenly, Cerello was gone. The only family Fierra had ever known...gone. At that point Fierra could walk no further.

She crumpled to the desert floor in sobbing heap, screaming in rage and pain. Suddenly she was embraced by someone's strong arms in a warm, loving hug. A voice that sounded like the soft lullaby of a waterfall whispered soothing, comforting sounds. Fierra's sobs calmed until they were gone entirely, and even though the tears still rolled down her face freely, she felt truly safe and protected by those strong arms and soothing voice.

Seto awoke a few hours later to sharp rapid knocks on his door. "Come in." He shouted into a pillow, resulting in Yami hearing a muffled "Coming". Yami waited for a minute before opening the door on his own. He was greeted by the sight of a thoroughly exhausted Seto.

"Yami?" Seto asked, suddenly anxious at the appearance of his friend and Pharaoh, "What's wrong? Is every-" he was abruptly cut short by the sounds of crying and screams coming from his bed. Seto jumped up from the lounge and within three long strides he was beside Fierra. Something strange overcame Seto and before he knew it he was stroking her silky hair and whispering soothing sounds to her.

After a minute Fierra had calmed down noticeably. Yami raised an eyebrow. 'Seto has never shown anyone that much care, apart from Mokuba.' He thought, taking in the sleeping arrangements. The girl was sleeping in Setos bed, and Seto was sleeping on...his couch?

"Gods Seto, you look worse than a drowned cat! What happened?" he asked when Seto turned to face him. Seto sighed and walked over to the couch, sitting himself down and rubbing his tired eyes.

"I had to perform the Revival Ritual." He said, indicating to the lumps of ash on the floor.

"Y-you mean it was that bad? I might be-"

"Yes Yami. You might be dead right now if I hadn't been for this slave girl. What's her name?"

"I think it was Fierra."

"Well she just saved your royal behind. Now if you don't mind, she needs rest. As do I."

"Sure, sorry. Tell her I'm eternally grateful when she wakes up." Yami said as he turned to leave the room. Seto was sleeping and softly snoring before Yami had even reached the door. Yami chuckled softly and left the room.

Fierra was out for a solid 24 hours. When she came to, everything was blurry. She blinked her focus back, and was met with the sight of a very handsome face, nervously hovering over her. 'Am I dead and in heaven? Wait a minute...I know that-Oh my gods! That's the High Priest!' her eyes widened so much that her head hurt.

"I-I-I'm so sorry your highness!"

Seto looked shocked "What for?"

"Well I must've done something wrong for someone of your high status to be looking at me." She blushed, sitting up "Oh lord! Ganshira! I-I killed her didn't I! And the Pharaoh...is he alright?" at this point Fierra began to pale and shake quite violently. Seto had never seen so much shock coming from such a small person. He draped an extra blanket around her shoulders and sat next to her.

"It's alright, you're not in trouble, in fact, the Pharaoh is indebted to you for saving his life. Here, drink this." Seto handed her a cup of bitter tea. Fierra obediently gulped down the tea, doing her best to hide her grimace. It tasted horrible, but even though her tastebuds screamed in protest, her head felt so much better.

"The Pharaoh is alive and well, thanks to you. Your name is Fierra, correct?" "Y-Yes your highness." "Well Fierra, the Pharaoh would like to reward you for saving his life by giving you a permanent place in the palace." Fierras emerald green eyes widened as she absorbed what the High Priest had just said. She would be living in the palace! No more cruel masters, beatings or starvation. She just sat there, stunned and gaping at the High Priest as he continued talking and staring out the window, silent tears falling from Fierras face.

Seto had been talking to Fierra, explaining that since she had saved the Pharaohs life she had earned a place in the palace. As his apprentice none the less, but he would tell her that later. She would also have one wish granted to her by the Pharaoh. He was snapped out of his speech by a drop of moisture on his hand, which he had neglected to remove from its position between him and the girl. Seto looked at her only to see she was crying.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain?" he asked anxiously.

"No, it's just...Right now that's the best news I've ever heard in my entire life." She choked out through her tears. "Thank you." She launched herself at him in a hug.

Seto was surprised by her actions, but he was even more surprised at how...right it felt.

Eventually he removed her, but with great reluctance. Fierra just realised what she had done and began stuttering and blushing furiously.

"I-I-I'm so s-sorry!" Seto cut her off before she could finish.

"It's fine. Completely understandable. But like I was saying before, you also get one wish that the Pharaoh will grant, if it is within his power."

"This is really so much...all I did was block Ganshiras attack from reaching the Pharaoh."

"You almost died. A very powerful spell had to be performed to bring you back from the brink of death. It's not always successful either. If the Pharaoh had been hit and the spell had failed..." Seto trailed off, leaving Fierra to finish the sentence on her own.

"Oh my...so it was kind of a big deal."

"Very. Now, do you think you can stand and walk?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Excellent. The Pharaoh wishes for your presence. There are clothes over by the chair. I'll leave you alone to get ready. I'll be waiting in the next room." Seto rose and left the bed chamber, gently closing the door behind him.

Fierra shakily pushed herself off the bed. She took in a deep breath and gasped when she saw how lavishly the room was furnished. It was split into two large rooms. One held the bed, an area for bathing and a wardrobe. There was a large curtain separating the bedroom from the other half, which contained a bookshelf, several small, yet cluttered desks, and a few other things. 'This must be his private chambers!' she thought, spotting a rack of elaborate robes. Robes that only the High Priest would be permitted to wear.

Fierra turned to the garment she had been given. "Oh my! It's beautiful." she gasped silently. The long flowing dress was a beautiful soft cream colour with swirling green and gold patterns carefully sewn into the sleeve cuffs, v-neck collar and hem. She picked it up carefully and held it to her body, twirling a little. 'Simple yet elegant' was the first thought that popped into mind. She imagined herself riding her mare, Cerello through the desert. Cerello was the same creamy shade as the dress and she had an almost orange mane and tail.

Fierra wondered what had happened to Cerello, and all the other beautiful horses, when Ganshira had been arrested and a fresh wave of tears threatened to spill. 'No, no crying now. You have to get ready.' She thought, shaking herself out of sadness.

Suddenly a rich voice rippled through the air. "Are you almost ready?" the High Priest asked from outside, in the other half of the room. Fierra shivered at how near he was.

"Oh, um, I'll be right out your highness!" she replied, spotting a wash basin and a comb beside the clothes.

She quickly washed her face and pulled the comb through her long vibrant red locks and untangled all the knots, leaving her hair shiny and bouncy. Fierra slipped off her ragged slaves garment and slipped the gentle dress over her head. It was an almost perfect fit, just a little too long. She took a deep breath, smoothed her hands over the dress and pulled back the curtain, stepping out into the more hectic side of the room where a very handsome High Priest was waiting for her, leaning his strong frame against the wall and staring out the window opposite.

Seto had been staring absently out the window watching the sunset, when the sound of soft footsteps pulled him back to reality. He turned his head.

"Are you..." Setos throat had suddenly run dry and he was lost for words before he even got halfway through his question when he spotted a very scared, yet beautiful Fierra approaching from the room. 'Gods she's beautiful!' his mind screamed. He wanted to pick her up right there and then and lock her away to keep her all for himself.

The orange light from the sunset had flooded the room, giving Fierras luscious flame-red hair a soft glow. In fact, her whole face-no, she was glowing. Her wide emerald-green eyes were wide in fright and nervousness, but she still looked amazing. And then she spoke, and Seto thought he would kiss her to death right then.

"A-Am I wearing it right? I've never even touched, let alone worn, anything thing this...beautiful."

"You're beautiful..." Seto mumbled out, completely un-aware that he had just voiced his thoughts.

"P-Pardon your highness?" Fierra stuttered. She could've sworn he had called her beautiful, but she quickly dismissed any thoughts that ran along those lines.

"What? Oh, uh, nothing." He stammered quickly, cursing himself for such foolishness and blushing furiously.

"You're wearing it perfectly, now follow me. We don't want to be late." He said as he turned and left the room. Fierra followed obediently.

"Um, your highness, may I ask a few questions?"

"Of course." Seto said, his long legs carrying him through the halls quickly. Fierra struggled to keep up with him.

"May we please slow down? It's a little difficult for me to keep up with your highness' pace."

"What? Oh, right, sorry." Seto immediately slowed to what he called 'a dawdle-walk' which seemed to suit Fierra just fine.

"Also, what is the special occasion for a lowly slave like me to dress so...regally?"

"Oh, well, I forgot to mention this earlier but, you are the guest of honour at a banquet the Pharaoh is holding in your honour this evening. It's just his way of saying thank you and there won't be many people. Just the Pharaoh, his closest friends, me and you." Seto said casually. Fierra, however, took this new development in her life a quite a shock and stopped walking.

She was going to have dinner with the Pharaoh himself and some of the most important people in Egypt. 'No biggie.' She thought, gulping nervously. Seto stopped after a few steps when he noticed that she wasn't following. He turned and saw her face, which was now quite pale.

"Ah, I see. You're nervous." He walked next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "There's no reason to be scared. Everyone there is very nice and friendly. They know what you did for Yami and they also want to say thank you, so just relax. It's nothing formal." Fierra looked up and stared into those endless blue eyes. Suddenly all fear was replaced by blind trust and nervousness banished by faith.

Fierra took in a deep breath of air and nodded her head slowly. "Ok, I'm better. Just a brief panic attack." She whispered out.

"Good, now let's go." Seto resumed his fast pace, but slowed down again after he remembered Fierras difficulty keeping up. Fierra meanwhile had decided that she wouldn't speak unless someone directed a question at her. They passed through more halls and Fierra lowered her head to avoid the glances of the people they passed, her hair falling down around her delicate blushing face as she followed Seto.

When they finally reached the secluded banquet hall Fierra stopped dead, gaping at the room. Fat marble/limestone/sandstone pillars bordered the room and held up the ceiling, which was open, giving the people below a view of the now bright sparkling stars. A skinny Cyprus tree was planted in each corner of the space below the open roof. A long table was in the middle of the room, ten chairs placed evenly around it. A solid surface of smoothed down stone was underneath the table and chairs, but everything else between the edge of the stone and the Cyprus trees was sand, save several tiled paths that led back and forth from the table and other rooms.

Behind the head of the table there was a large staircase that led into darkness. Fierra assumed that the Pharaoh would be entering that way. Torches were lined along the walls, not to mention the fact that there was a massive hold in the middle of the table. That too had a fire burning away in it, illuminating the faces of the people who had already arrived.

Seto turned on his heel and smirked a little when he caught sight of her gaping at the room. Seto quietly slipped to her side and whispered in her ear.

"Wait until you see the food." Fierra jumped a little, surprised at the sudden closeness of Seto's voice.

"I-I'm sorry, it's just...I've never seen a room this grand and amazing. I-If you don't mind my asking...who are the people already here?" Fierra asked, her eyes taking in all the different faces around the room. Seto was about to launch into a description of everyone, when he was cut short by an excited squeal

"BIG BROTHER!" Everyone turned their heads to Seto as a little bundle of black energy catapulted into him.

"Ooof! Mokuba! Calm down!" He managed out. Fierra smiled and giggled, her laugh sounding like a million little silver bells.

"Big Brother, who's she?" Mokuba asked. Before Seto even had a change to get one syllable out Mokuba had walked over to Fierra and bowed.

"Little Master Mokuba at your service miss." Fierra smiled and bowed even lower than Mokuba, which wasn't an easy feat by anyone's books, and replied sweetly, "Slave Fierra at your service master Mokuba."

"What? You? A slave? Never! You're far too pretty for that!" Mokuba cried adamantly. Fierra blushed and was a little lost for words when Seto stepped in.

"Actually Mokuba, Fierra's my new apprentice, but she was a slave not too long ago." He added.

"Oh, well that explains it." Mokuba said before dancing off to talk to someone else. Fierras big green eyes were staring at Seto in confusion and curiosity.

"I'll explain later, and call me master from now on, not 'your highness'."

"Yes Master. Is that your little brother? I've heard about him. He seems like an angel." Fierra said smiling after the child.

"Yes, but he can be a little devil when he gets his hands on too many sweet foods." He said sighing in mock disappointment.

"Anyway, you wanted to know who everyone is. That's Devlin. He's in charge of the games and entertainment of the people." He said, pointing to a man with a ridiculously spiky hairstyle. Fierra couldn't help giggling just the slightest. He was wearing black puffy pants and a red vest with a black shirt underneath. He had some kind of green stone, probably jade, dangling from his ear in the shape of a cube.

"That's Tristan. He's a high ranked officer, although most call him Captain of the Guard." Seto mocked, indicating to another young man with an even more outrageous hairstyle. His hair was shaped so it stuck out like a very distorted pyramid. Fierra couldn't help herself, she just had to laugh. "I know, I tried very hard not to laugh the first time I saw him too." Seto agreed, knowing full well why Fierra was laughing. Tristan was having an arm-wrestle competition with a blonde who had an equally poofy hairstyle.

"The buffoon versing him is Joey, one of the Pharaohs most trusted friend and advisor. He lives in a separate palace in our sister city, Alexandria, with his wife, Mai." A rich gold blonde woman sitting next to Joey was Mai. She was sighing and smiling fondly at Joey and Tristans arm wrestling match, which had seemed to come to a stale-mate ad neither one was budging.

"The girl playing with Mokuba is Serenity. She's also Joeys little sister. Tristan and Devlin are both trying to get her eye." Fierra smiled as Seto pointed out a red-head who was chasing Mokuba around the room. She finally caught him and tackled him to the ground, tickling him mercilessly.

"That is Marik. He and Yami used to be childhood enemies, but Marik changed his ways and now they're good friends." A deeply tanned man with cream blonde hair and lilac eyes was leaning against a pillar. He was talking to a short-haired brunette who had pale skin and sky-blue eyes. They were adamantly discussing something of very heated debate. Their hands were flying and suddenly they were in a passionate kiss. Fierras eyes widened in shock, but Seto just chuckled.

"They do that a lot. That's Tea, Mariks fiancée. She's also one of Yamis best friends. Anyway, Tea and Marik are both lawyers and fight their sides of the case with equal ferocity. Most arguments end in kisses. Well, it seems everyone's here, except Yami and...Never mind. We should sit down."

'Stupid Bakura. Being the King of Thieves wasn't enough for him. Nooo, he had to go and try his hand at being the King of Bandits too! I just wish he hadn't succeded' Seto ranted silently as he guided Fierra to her seat next to Mai.

"Finally!" she said, perking up and looking at Fierra intently. "Seto, I was wondering when we'd see the girl that saved Yami! I take it this is her?" Mai asked the High Priest. 'They must really be good friends to call each other by their first names...' Fierra thought.

"The one and only, Mai. Are those two mutts still going at it?" Seto said indicating over her shoulder to the arm wrestle between Joey and Tristan.

"Hey! I resent dat! Anyways, weren't yous past callin me a mutt 'Moneybags'?"

"I'll stop calling you mutt when you learn to speak like a normal person...and stop calling me moneybags!" Seto retorted.

"Damn!" Joey shouted as he lost the arm wrestle to Tristan.

"Yes! Now I get to give Serenity a kiss!" Tristan shouted in triumph.

"Hey! That's not fair! You should face me to see who gets to kiss Serenity!" yelled a suddenly angry Devlin.

"Boys, boys!" shouted Serenity, Mokuba trailing behind her. "You can both kiss me if that will stop the bickering."

"SERENITY!" "Oh Joey relax. You know I'd never do anything rash." At this point both Devlin and Tristan rushed to Serenity, eager to be the one kiss her. Serenity, however, deftly turned herself so that each boy kissed one of her cheeks.

"Awww Serenity, you always do that." Moaned Tristan. Joey snickered and Mai giggled. Serenity just smiled sweetly at the two love-sick boys while the rest of the group were all laughing. Except Seto, who had pulled his trademark smirk. Fierra just sat in stunned silence.

"Is this regular?" she asked, still bewildered.

"Oh yeah, those two are always trying to steal my first kiss." Serenity said giggling as she sat on the other side of Joey.

Soon everyone was seated, save Yami who hadn't arrived yet. Yamis chair was at one head of the table with Seto seated at his right. Fierra was next to Seto, Mai next to Fierra, and Joey next to Mai and Serenity next to Joey. Mokuba was at the opposite end of the table. On Yamis left were Tea, then Marik, then Tristan and Devlin. But there was an empty seat at between Mokuba and Tristan.

Suddenly Mokuba got up from his seat and walked over to Yamis empty one, crawling onto it and kneeling on the seat. "I, Pharaoh Yami, take five hours each morning to brush my hair. I use a horsehair brush for maximum bounce!" He said in his best imitation of Pharaoh was giggling like mad except Fierra who had slapped her hand over her mouth in shock, but also to hide the beginnings of a smile.

"Actually it takes about ten hours, not to mention how long it takes to shape again after it gets wet." A loud commanding voice rang out over the room. Suddenly everyone burst out into full blown laughter as the Pharaoh emerged from the shadows. Fierra had to squash the urge to leap out of her seat and bow to him.

He walked over behind Mokuba and ruffled his already wild hair. "Shouldn't you be sitting over there?" he said, pointing to the other end of the table.

"Yami!" Mokuba cried out, crawling into the Pharaohs arms.

"You're late." He stated rather crossly. Then the little child smiled and added teasingly, "But your hair probably decided to stay knotted."

Yami chuckled and put Mokuba down, who promptly ran back to his seat, sitting on it. Yami seated himself then clapped his hands and soon servants began coming back and forth from the table, large platters in hand. The delicious aromas reminded Fierra that the last time she had eaten was...well; she didn't quite remember when that was. Her stomach, however, did and decided to remind Fierras brain with a silent growl. Yami noticed her silent hunger and spoke.

"Now my friends let us celebrate this marvellous feast held in honour of our special guest, Fierra, and her bravery!" "

To Fierra!" everyone cheered, raising their goblets to her.

'They're toasting to me. Me! A lowly slave! No, wait...now I'm the High Priests apprentice. I'll have to ask him about that later.' The enormity of the last few days suddenly crashed upon her, like a huge wave, and she smiled a lovely and radiant smile. She had saved the Pharaoh, moved to the palace, been given a job and welcomed into the Pharaohs circle of closest friends, and now some of the most important people in all of Egypt were toasting...to her! 'Whatever next?' she thought.

"Yami, I'm surprised you started without me." A silky voice filled the room and a young man with wild white hair and a body sculpted by the harsh desert life, slipped from the shadows and into the light.

"Bakura! I'm glad you decided to come." Yami said, getting up and smiling as he walked over to the newcomer and warmly shook his hand.

"You know I wouldn't miss one of your banquets, even if I have to tear myself away from...'business'." the man named Bakura replied.

'Bakura, Bakura...now where have I heard that name before?' Fierra thought. The little fact the High Priest next to her and Marik opposite her had stiffened hadn't escaped her attention either. The fire responded to Fierras unease and every flame in the room began to flicker quite madly, despite the fact it was a breezeless night.

"Bakura, there's a seat right there for you." Yami said, indicating to the empty chair.

"I do believe I interrupted a toast to...Fierra?" It gave her chills at how her name just rolled off his tongue.

"Yes! That's right! Bakura, this young woman saved my life when an assassination attempt was made on me a couple of days ago. This feast is in her honour." Pharaoh Yami said, making a gesture in her direction and walking back to his own seat. Fierra pinked when Bakura waltzed over, took her hand and kissed it lightly.

"It is an honour to meet anyone who saves Yamis life." As he walked back to his seat, Fierra swore she heard the High Priest mutter something that sounded like a curse at Bakura.

Soon after Bakura arrived everyone began to eat the wonderful feast and to chat, catching up and discussing politics and what-not. But it was one discussion in particular that caught her avid attention; the pros and cons of horses.

Bakura was arguing that although they were fast, they were weak in the desert heat and didn't last long.

Tristan was saying that they were a great advantage in battle, not to mention loyal and strong.

Fierra bristled angrily as Bakura retorted that they were dumb, useless, dangerous and unpredictable beasts. Fierra thought of her own beloved Cerello being described as dumb, useless, dangerous and unpredictable. That description did not fit any animal she knew, let alone horses. She decided to break her resolve of 'stay quiet unless spoken to' and stand up for the fantastic creatures and before Tristan could even open his mouth Fierra spoke.

"If horses are so useless and dumb, Master Bakura, I wonder why you employ them at all. From what I can tell you work mostly in the desert. Why not invest in a convoy of camels? Surely they would be more suited to desert life, and from what I know about them, they can move fast also. Perhaps not as fast as a horse, but still fast."

A hush fell across the room and even when someone coughed, Fierra and Bakura remained locked in a furious glare. When Bakura spoke he didn't break eye contact, and neither did Fierra.

"Horses are only good for one thing. Speed. They are not loyal and they are quite stupid. I have experimented with camels and have found them to be quite slow and bulky. They're not called the Ships of the Desert for nothing. There are quite a few horses at my disposal and I have no qualms if a few die from heat exhaustion." Bakura turned away, assuming that he had gotten in the last word and the conversation was over. After all, no one had ever defied Bakura.

However Fierra, who had been clenching her fist so hard that her nails were biting into her palm and was now bleeding, had different ideas and almost shouted a response. The fire in the room responded to her anger and flared dangerously and the pit in the middle of the table exploded slightly, making everyone at the table jump in their chairs. Yami and Seto shared anxious looks.

"So I take it you would prefer to be left out in the desert to die than return home to your friends and family. I'm sorry, may I be excused?" She asked to no one in particular. Yami nodded and stammered,

"O-Of course..." still shocked by the confrontation. She rose from her chair and thanked the Pharaoh then silently stormed out of the room, the fire from the torches reaching out to her as she passed, almost as if they were trying to comfort her. She left the massive room and walked down hallway after hallway, tears flowing down her face. Fierra picked up the speed and ran, not knowing where she was heading, blood droplets from her palm falling onto the stone floor.

Seto glared at Bakura, who cringed back slightly. He and Yami shared a silent message and Seto rose, leaving to find Fierra. The poor girl had already undergone many new changes and she didn't need Bakura stressing her out so soon after recovery. He soon picked up a small trail of blood drops. Exactly how angry had she been?

He followed the trail and found himself in the stables. He found Fierra had gotten into one of the horse stalls and was sitting on the sill of the window which looked out over the desert. The horse that the stall belonged to had its head resting on Fierras lap and was gently lipping her sleeve. She was absently stroking its head, staring into the night sky, muttering one name over and over, Cerello, as the tears rolled down her face.

Fierra was about to raise her wounded hand and rub her face when she noticed the blood. "Damn." She mumbled a few quiet words and soft green sparks appeared and closed the wound. As the wind changed direction the horse caught Setos scent and turned.

Seto smiled slightly as he realised that it was his own horse, Baratus, which Fierra had been stroking. Baratus left Fierra and walked over to greet his owner with head butts and nibbles. Seto chuckled and petted Baratus before entering the stall and walking over to Fierra who was still in a daze.

"Baratus seems to like you. He's never taken a shine to anyone so quickly." He commented, intending to snap her out of her depressed mood.

"I have a way with horses..." she whispered. Fierra closed her eyes and bust into sobs, wrapping her arms around her legs and bringing them up to her chest. Seto looked at her sadly and joined her on the window sill. Seto took her hand and pulled her towards him; she curled into his arms up and was soon much calmer. After a little while of silence he spoke, hoping his question wouldn't make her upset again.

"Who's Cerello?" To his relief she replied calmly.

"Cerello is the only family I have-no, had, left. She was a mare that Ganshira allowed me to have, so long as I took care of her. When Ganshira was arrested...I-I don't know what's become of her." She finished, shuddering as she let out a deep sigh. After minute or so she fell asleep into High Priest Setos arms. For some reason if felt so familiar to her-and him. But before she could place the feeling she was in a deep and peaceful sleep.

"I'll find Cerello. I'll make sure she comes back to you." He whispered to the sleeping girl.

Ok, you may wonder why I put Tea and Marik together...I'm wondering the same thing.

I hope you like the story so far :)

Expect most chapters to be this length.