The last one had been the pretty green eyed one who he'd had to reject, simply because of her mixed blood, he mused. He ran his hands down his white robes. The Cetra were becoming a dead race throughout the universe, and his job was starting to become purposeless.

His sensitive ears picked up the sound of a commotion inside the gates, and he turned, frowning. It sounded like some sort of struggle. Wondering what was going on inside, he decided to leave his post momentarily, if only to investigate what was going on inside the Promised Land.

Before he could get the gates open, they were blasted back by some golden energy force and with it, threw the Cetra Guardian back onto the grassy plane. He rubbed his head and looked up at what had caused the interference.

He blinked, somewhat stunned.

"Kaeori...?"

The woman turned to him. "Queen Kaeori," she spat with contempt.

Confused, he tried to stand and scratched his head. "What are you doing, your highness?" he asked.

She smiled. Kaeori was a beautiful woman. She had long, full, wavy chesntut brown hair that hung down her back, with a few peices wrapped in floss made of pure gold. She had wide, peircing jade green eyes, and her full, red lips were curved into a sardonic smile. She wore a long sleeved white top that bared her midriff, with gold trim, and the sleeves of the shirt fanned out past her wrist. She wore a long, full white skirt that split up the sides against her thighs, and also had golden trim. She wore gold sandals thats strapped up her calves, and on her head a golden headress, with strings of gold hanging down her forehead. She had golden necklaces, earrings, and bracelets as well.

Kaeori looked around. "I'm going back to take what rightfully belongs to the Cetra," she answered.

The Cetra Guardian thought for a moment. "I don't understand, my Queen," he said.

Kaeori focused her eyes on him. "I'm going to take the Planet back from those stupid humans," she said. "I'm going to take it back for the Cetra!"

"You can't do that," The Guardian told her. "You aren't strong enough... and... well, it's not right!"

Kaeori rolled her eyes. "The King is going to help me," she said.

The Guardian looked around. "Where is his Highness?"

Kaeori held up a vial she'd been holding in her right hand. "Right here," she said.

The Guardian gazed at the vial. "What is he doing in that tiny vial, Queen?" he asked.

"He didn't want to help me, so I had to zap him into the vial and force him to come along," she answered. "Once I get back to the Planet, I am going to awaken our bodies and he will help me, whether he likes it or not!"

"Queen Kaeori, please!" The Guardian pleaded. "You cannot do this! It's forbidden for Cetra to return to life! You are talking crazy!"

Kaeori laughed. "Because our people so foolishly protected the humans, we were nearly eradicated on the Planet," she said. "I am going to have my revenge on them." She started to walk away.

"Kaeori, stop!" The Cetra Guardian begged. Yet, there was nothing he could do. Kaeori began laughing, and continued walking across the grass, until her figure began to dissolve, and she was gone.

A throne room was deep beneathe ground, with walls made of the purest, polished limestone. Torches lit with eternal flames kept the room lit. A pathway led to the center of the room, and on either side hot, liquid lava burned and bubbled. And in the center of the the room, two statues made of marble sat on thrones.

One statue was obviously the figure of Kaeori. Suddenly, the stone of the statue began to morph into skin, and her bright green eyes sprang open. She shook her wavy hair out of its casing of marble, and she slowly stood from her throne, and looked around slowly, taking in her surroundings. She glanced over at the other throne.

She walked towards it, stepping so lightly it was as if she were moving on air. In this throne sat a man, her king.

She took the small vial she carried and gently twisted it open. Inside was a ghost of air, a small breath of life which contained this man's soul. She blew on the tendril of air, directing it out of the vial and towards the statue. It floated over to him, and spread out over the statue. In much a similar way, the stone morphed and his skin broke through. In a few moments, he sat there, full of life.

"Lestros," she whispered. "My King."

Lestros had darker hair than she did, and bright blue eyes. His chest was bare with the exception of a decorative gold neckpeice he wore, and he wore white pants with a gold sash around his waist. He wore golden sandles as well, and a thin golden band around his head.

"Kaeori... what is going on?"

Kaeori stepped close to him. "Welcome back to life, Lestros," she said. "We are going to give those humans what they deserve and take this planet back!"

Lestros frowned and rose from the throne. "Kaeori, why have you ressurrected me?" he asked. "I did not ask to return to this world."

"I told you!" Kaeori nearly shouted. "We are going to get those humans off of our planet!"

"This isn't our planet, it never was," Lestros said. "We came here, and we helped the humans. We've always helped the other races. Why do you want to reverse that?"

"Because of these humans, our race ceases to exsist!" Kaeori shouted. "How can you show them sympathy? If we hadn't been so busy helping them, the Cetra wouldn't have died out!"

Lestros shook his head. "I am not helping you, Kaeori," he said, reaching out and taking her hand. "Let's go back to the Promised Land and rest like we should-"

"No!" Kaeori snapped, snatching her hand back. "I am going to do this, and you will help me!"

Lestros stepped away from her and shook his head. "You've lost it, Kaeori," he said sadly. "You once were a great leader of the Cetra, but you are not the woman I once knew. How the winds of time have changed you."

"Oh, shut up with all that nonsense, Lestros," Kaeori said. "Now, let's go. I have returned your body to the earth, you should be greatful!"

"No," Lestros said. "I said I was not going to help you on this disasterous mission."

Kaeori shook her fists and glared at him. "Fine!" she yelled, spinning on her heels to leave. "If you won't help me, I'll do it myself!"

Lestros crossed his arms over his chest, staring at her back as she began to walk towards the door. "You aren't strong enough, Kaeori," he said quietly. "And you know it."

Kaeori slowly turned to face him. "Is that so...?"

Lestros' eyes when wide as Kaeori suddenly raced towards him, leaping onto him and throwing him back into the throne. She straddled him and looked deep into his blue eyes.

"Well, then, my dear husband," she said, her large green eyes scanning his face for what might be the last time. "I guess I'll have to take the power I need."

Lestros screamed aloud as Kaeori's painted red nails dug into the flesh of his chest and pulled the power right out of his ve1ns. A golden energy surrounded them, and Kaeori threw her head back, reveling in the awesome feeling of absorbing her kings power. Lestros' eyes began to turn dull and lifeless, losing their color and brightness almost like a dying lightbulb. His skin turned pale and gray, and he choked his final words as Kaeori sucked his last drop of energy dry.

"Stop... my love..."

As Lestros went limp, Kaeori lept off of him and stood up straight and tall, reveling in the new power that coursed through her body. She stared at her hands, which were still glowing faintly gold, and then glanced over at the limp, fading body of her king.

"I'm so sorry, Lestros," she whispered, almost sincerely. "But this is more important right now."

She turned back to the door, and laughing, walked out of the the buried throne room.