I use characters from Quest for Camelot (owned by Warner Bros. Family Entertainmen), Prince of Egypt (owned by Dreamworks), Treasure Planet, and Black Cauldron (both owned by Disney). Song Lover Her by Seether. I own nothing! Enjoy! :)

Chapter Two

Kayley walked through the gates of the town, Marlko. It was a rundown place; the streets filled with beggars and hookers. But it was also a place to find helping hands if paid enough. Spotting a tavern, she went in and found it half filled with travelers, bandits, and hookers. Kayley took an empty seat in the corner and sat down, her amber eyes watching for any potential candidates.

Her eyes spot a small staging area lit with torches and a young man sitting on a stool, plucking some sort of instrument with twelve strings. His red-brown hair slightly covered his sad dark-brown eyes. With the strange instrument tuned, he began to sing in a sad voice.

I met a girl who hated the world

She used her body to sell her soul

Every time they'd break her and pay

Tear out her heart and leave her in pain

I never found out how she survived

All the sadness she kept inside

I never found out how she could lie

With a smile on her face

And the scratches she'd hide

Down on her knees, She wept on the floor

This hopeless life she wanted no more

Dead in her mind and cold to the bone

She opened her eyes and saw she was alone

She never found out how much I tried

All of the sadness she kept made me blind

She never found out how much I cried

The rope so tight on the night that she died

You could love her if you paid

You could have her every day

You could lover if you prayed

You could have her every way

I never found out how she survived

A life lived in lies is a life of denial

I never found out how she could lie

With a smile on her face and the darkness inside

A few coins were tossed towards the boy and as he picked them up, Kayley walked over to him. The land she was in spoke a different tongue, Kroknal, than the land she was born in, so it was a surprise to her that this boy knew her birth tongue.

"Where did you learn Sha'lalin?" She spoke in her birth tongue. The boy looked up at her in shock and stuttered, "U-um… Nok keïl. Bûrln miyk; Sijd ëuikk öjis jyàk kijkl."The boy pointed towards a back room. Kayley nodded and followed him to the back room and up some stairs. Reaching what seemed to be the very top, the boy opened the wooden door and motioned for Kayley to follow.

Looking around, Kayley saw it wasn't much; a simple bed in the corner, a small dresser with a wash basin, and a small closet, where she sees the boy put his instrument. The boy moved towards his bed and sat. Sighing, he started to speak broken Sha'lalin. "W-what… wan-t…" "Äjk tugl ükjn sjäk Ôhokl Rkolk." The boy blinked at her and spoke again in his tongue. "I wasn't aware that the Sha'lar talked the Sacred Tongue." "They don't. And the Kroknain don't talk Sha'lalin, so how did you come to know it?" The boy shrugged. "A young girl lived here once; she was from Sha'la. She taught some words, mostly in songs." "And the song you sang, she taught you?" The boy shook his head. "No, I made the song. I used her tongue so no one can understand me." Kayley gave him a curious look. "And why is that, I wonder?" "It just is. Now, why did you approach me?" "To see if you can help me." "Help you? With what?" Kayley leaned against the wall. "I need to hunt down someone and I heard the best bounty hunters reside here." "You've come to the right place." Kayley looks at him suspiciously. "Who are you?" "I'm Taran and I'm the best bounty hunter you'll find."

Sarah looked at Tzipporah. "What?" "To get your full powers back, you're going to have to kill your son." "But, why? He's still useful." "Be as that may, half of your power is in him." Sarah stared at her. "Half… He has half my powers?!" Tzipporah nodded. "It's why there's not much demi-gods, the immortal parent loses half their powers to their off spring." Sarah thought for a moment. "I see… Then I'll dispose of him when his usefulness is used up." Tzipporah sighed. "You don't get it. You have to kill him before his wife produces a child." "Why does that matter?" "Because, if you don't, with each new child born, you'll lose your powers little by little until there's nothing left, you'll be weaker than a human." Sarah stared at her. "That's why he has to die… Before my powers are gone…"

Slicing of the last head of the raiders, Miriam landed with perfect balance. Looking to her right, she sees Jim in his sexy god form; his deep red eyes boring into her dark brown ones, his dark ponytail hair flow freeing, and his skin perfect and smooth. Walking seductively, Miriam lightly strokes her husband's arm. "You look very sexy in god form you know." Jim's deep voice chuckled. "Do you prefer me in this form?" "Right now, yes. I have been neglected this whole trip." Miriam purred. Jim grinned sexily. "I shall fix that." And he kissed planted his lips on hers, pushing her on her back for post-victory sex. As they climaxed, little did they know, Jim's seed was planted-and the danger that is soon to come.

Translations

Nok keïl. Bûrln miyk; Sijd ëuikk öjis jyàk kijkl. - Not here. Follow me; too many eyes and ears.

Äjk tugl ükjn sjäk Ôhokl Rkolk. - I can talk the Sacred Tongue.