Kali Yamauchi's Story

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Morrigan's fingers drummed softly on the arm of the straight-back wooden chair in which she sat. Three months, and none of her Knights, not even Terra Knight, her best fighter, was unable to bring the miscreant home. Freyr Yamauchi had fled, leaving his own sister behind in order to escape with his own skin. A soft hiss escaped from her mouth, her crimson eyes seemingly glowing in the darkness.

"Kali..." The name was barely a whisper, but the small blonde girl still appeared, melting out of the shadows.

"You called, Mother...?"

For a long few seconds, Morrigan said nothing. She simply drummed her fingers on the arm of the chair, making a dull, hollow, ringing sound within the walls. Kali waited silently, her head down, crystal blue eyes staring steadly down at the floor. "I need you to find someone. Everyone else has failed. Can you do this, my daughter?"

"Of course, Mother."

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Kali walked back to her quarters, her expression one of dull lifelessness. Her once sparkling eyes were flat, as if seeing nothing. She had work to do, and a fellow to find before she set out. Her eyes landed on another door, and she knocked once. "Loki."

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Bright crimson eyes stared out at the fortress in front of him. A shock of blonde hair fell into his vision, and he shoved it out of the way. He was only half-listening to the man speaking behind him. There was simply too much on his mind.

"...And really, you know beter than anyone that there is not much of a way in, save for Kali's abilities, without being seen. As of now, your head is wanted on several different spikes, probably in quite a few pieces right now..." Amun raised a purple eyebrow. "Freyr, are you even listening to me?"

His eyes narrowed. "I thought I told you not to call me that. But then, I suppose you are the last person I can trust. Can I trust you?"

Amun smiled. "I never said you couldn't..." His grin grew wicked then. "But I never said you could, either."

Freyr huffed.

Loki was angry. That wasn't particularly unnusual. Loki was quite temperamental, even for a "god". However, when before, Loki would let off steam through nasty tricks and chaos, he simply paced his room in thought. Mother had gone too far this time. To erase another's memories was something even he would never do. He valued individuality. Memories made you into the person you were. If his memories were erased, he'd be docile. For a time, of course. It wasn't in his nature to be controlled. Sooner or later, he'd find ways to rebel again, but Kali...

With a grunt, he allowed his powers to act up and set his room aflame. It mattered not. The servants could clean up the ash. Besides, he stored no truly valuable items under his mother's roof. He scowled darkly. Mother... She would pay for her insolence. Freyr too. It wash is sloppy rebellion and abandonment of his sister that caused Morrigan to erase Kali's memories. He would....

He heard a knock on his door and, without a thought, made himself into pure flame and thrust it open without looking. He solidified and whispered in the visitor's ear.

"What?"

Only then did he see Kali, her eyes blank. He felt a pang in his heart.

"Kali, correct?" he asked, knowing this would be the first time she met him in her eyes.

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