Memories Best Forgotten:
A Fanfiction by Sigilistic

	The clouds parted as if in awe of the shadowy persona who strode confidently, if somewhat wearily, through them.  Black clothes completely covered the figure, from the black full head wrap all the way to black high-lace leather boots.  The only thing visible were 2 eyes, gray and filled with a look that could as easily inspire terror as wonder.  
Home...I am home...
The figure tread silently up the mountainside of Dalaam, as villagers looked with no small amount of trepidation in their eyes.  The stranger strode confidently straight up to the gates of the Royal Dalaam Palace, a spectacular affair of gold and ivory than shone brightly throughout  the country.  
	Home...I am home...
The 2 guards who sought to block the dark one entry were transfixed by a baleful glare and held in place as the black-swathed intruder stepped inside.  The same held true with all who sought to bar the figure's path. It seemed as if the stranger's force of will was superhuman.  The stranger walked with cat-like grace, footfalls making no noise on the polished gold floor.  And then the figure entered the great hall, where sat King Poo and his closest advisors, in conference.
Poo began to sweat slightly as the meeting grew tense.  Azim, his Minister of Foreign Affairs, droned on about how Dalaamites were accorded no respect globally.  It was the kind of talk that made Poo nervous, and sick.  Talk of hostility.  Talk of action.  6 years ago, he and his companions brought low the threat of Gygas, to quell the great evil that was being brought out in the minds of men and beasts.  It seemed as if they had not entirely succeeded.  Poo was snapped out of his reverie by a triumphant laughter, coming from the entrance to his hall.  As he looked at the cause of the disturbance, he felt a weight like lead in the pit of his stomach.
The black-clothed figure let forth a victorious howl, chilling to the bone for all who heard, and then pulled off the head wrap.  Long, beautiful, silky black hair cascaded down the figures slender shoulders.  Pale skin and full red lips issued forth, and cold, gray eyes that could steal a man's soul.  It was a woman.  No ordinary woman.  It was...
"Pei!" shouted Poo as he saw who it was beneath the mask.  "Pei!  Is that you!?"  The stranger called Pei took an extravagant step forward and issued another, more girlish, laugh.
"Indeed it is I, Princess Pei, returned from my travels abroad in search of the mystical Mei!"  Moving with astonishing celerity, throwing to the 4 winds his assembled advisors and counselors, running as if the end of the world were nigh, Poo flew into his sisters arms, hugging her tight, a single tear issuing forth from his eye.  That is when he noticed something wrong.  "So glad to see me?  So glad to feel me again?"  With that she faded from view, reappearing on Poo's golden dais, lounging comfortably, and frightening the Royal Advisory Committee.  "So glad I am back?  I see you've kept my throne warm for me."  Poo, though renowned for his discipline and resolve, could not control his emotions at that instant.  
"They said you had died seeking the power of Mei!  I wept for you, but the kingdom needed it's Prince.  It needed a King!"  Pei stood up, shaking with rage,
	"Your naivete is amusing to say the least, but I am not so easily removed!"
Hassam, Poo's High Chamberlain, began to shake heavily as Pei slowly walked up to him.  "Hello Hassam.  And how have you been?"  Hassam could only convulse violently in response.  She extended forth a palm, which began to glow with an eerie green force.  Suddenly, Hassam was lifted bodily into the air by pure force of will and thrown into a wall.  Pei's eyes glowing with a similar green hue, she faced a stricken Poo.  "I have attained the might of Mei, of which even the revered Mu training cannot resist!  I am the eldest member of the Dalaam Royal Family!  The blood of kings flows strongly through my veins!  Now...Dalaam shall know the might of it's first queen!"  Poo, shaken from his weeping, suddenly roared,
"What has happened to you?  You come back obsessed with power and control, yet you left a loving, compassionate woman!  What has twisted you so?"  Before he could even finish his sentence a dread realization crashed down on him.  He could only whisper the name which he both reviled and feared , "Gygas...You have been tainted by Gygas haven't you!"
"You know nothing!" was her shrieked response.  "Enough!  I have reclaimed my lost domain and now I must resolve the issue of other claimants to the throne."  Poo flew forward, feet up in a flying kick, but it was too late.  Pei threw forth a ball of green flame, which caught Poo full in the chest.  Slowly, he began to fade away.  "You are competition!  A rival!  A challenger!  A usurper!  Yet you also posses royal blood and thus cannot be executed.  And so it is I exile you!  So long as your blood flows, so long as you breathe, you will be barred from this holy mountain!"  But Poo had already faded away...