Dawn of a New Beginning
Chapter 3


By: Mystic Wolf


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Disclaimer:  I don't own Fushigi Yuugi it belongs to Yu Watase.  I do 

own Satura, Garret and any other characters I can come up with.





AN:  There is action is this chapter I promise you that! Oh and did I 

mention Tasuki and Miaka finally start to admit their feelings for 

each other? ^_^







The countryside was both familiar and strange to the bard turned 

honorable thief. He was going towards his old home when cries of rage 

and battle caught his ear. He spurred his mount off in that direction.

*****

Satura eyed their attackers uneasily. She was in a circle with both 

seishi to her right and left, Miaka was in the center. She knew that 

the attackers were just common bandits. Unfortunately, even the 

lowliest born person is blessed with some magical skill. That was 

what she was most worried about. Satura was known far and wide as the 

most powerful magic user, but she also knew that some of the most 

primitive spells could stop her.  However, she detected little magic 

on the bandits. They were still outnumbered though. She was about to 

give the word to attack, when all of a sudden a strange flute came 

out of nowhere. She grinned as she recognized one of Garret's battle 

songs.



Garret continued to play the song. When all of the bandits were out 

cold he emerged from his hiding spot, flute in hand.  "I'm always 

getting you out of trouble, Satura." He joked.  "Garret!" The woman 

ran forward to hug her friend.  Chichiri looked out at him form 

behind his mask. "So your Garret na no da?" he asked. "Yup. Garret de 

Roncor, thieving bard extraordinaire." Satura said 

happily. "Thieving?" Miaka asked. "A bard who is trained as a thief, 

but only uses those skills for the good of the people." Garret 

explained. 



The words struck a cord in the monk's memory. "I think we may have 

found our fifth person no da."  "Huh? What do you mean?" Tasuki 

asked. "The legend said, `A bard who no longer walks the minstrel's 

path will make use of shadows and deceptions'. Chichiri 

explained. "You mean that you think I'm the fifth person?" the bard 

asked. "Well it is a remarkably accurate description of you." Satura 

commented.  Garret gave them a smile as he said, "Alright then!  

Count me in!"

*****

Lifting a jeweled hand the dark wizard slammed it back down. "One two 

many strokes of good luck so far." He muttered to himself.  The 

wizard stood up and walked over to the window. The view was nothing 

but darkness.  Trees, plants, and animals all covered by a blanket of 

blackness.  It was this darkness he sought to spread over Delika and 

other realms as well.  "But that stupid mage has to interfere. She'll 

regret that soon enough."  He looked over at the shadows.  "I want 

all of you to finish them off!"  Hisses, roars and growls answered 

him.

*****



Satura laughed as she recalled the time she and Garret had broken 

into her mother's workshop. "He looked so funny covered in Ayron 

potion. He was blue all over!"  The mage broke down laughing 

again. "You didn't look much better, if I remember correctly you had 

blue hair for five weeks!" Garret retorted.   



Miaka quietly got up and left the campground when she thought no one 

was looking. Tasuki watched her go and then crept away a few minutes 

later. "Miaka?" he asked. The girl jumped then quietly asked, "What 

is it, Tasuki?" "I've just been worried about you lately. You're not 

yourself."  Miaka didn't know how to answer this show of caring from 

the bandit. "I-I just miss home.  I miss Taka. I-" Two arms grabbed 

her around the middle and hugged her. The miko laid her head on 

Tasuki's chest and simply let her tears go.



When her stopped, Tasuki pulled away to slightly to look at her. What 

she saw in his eyes was both astonishing and heartwarming all at 

once. Love. Quiet, simple, tender love burned in the seishi's eyes. 

Miaka held her breath. This was unexpected, yes, but not unwanted. 

She had to admit to herself she was feeling something for Tasuki. So 

she didn't object when Tasuki leaned forward and gently laid his lips 

on hers. The miko could feel love burning in every particle of her 

being. Tasuki's love for her and now her growing love for Tasuki.  

The seishi pulled away and looked at her. "Tasuki I-" A loud roar 

followed by screams broke the spell. The two looked at each other 

then tore back through the underbrush toward their friends.

*****

Satura fired another blast at the necromancer attacking them. The 

creatures were four-legged brutes with blue fur, clawed feet, the 

horns of a bull and an ugly snot with sharp teeth. And their own 

brand of magic. The mage drew her sword and started circling around 

her present opponent. Trying to find an opening to strike a 

necromancer took time and effort. The beast suddenly lunged at her 

and Satura saw her opportunity.  She plunged her sword directly 

through the beast's heart. The creature gave a final painful roar, 

and then lay still. A roar from her left alerted her to another 

attacker. She turned to meet it head on.



Garret and Chichiri stood back to back.  Garret had his sword out in 

a ready to attack position. Chichiri held his staff in a similar 

manner. "What are these things?" the monk asked. "Necromancers. They 

live in the shade and shadow. Light hurts their eyes, but their 

immune to light spells. Their magic consists of a few attack spell 

and illusion spells."  The bard explained. The seishi didn't like the 

sound of that. A necromancer started glowing and pretty soon a small 

flame had formed around its body. It lifted a paw and shot the beam 

toward the pair. Both men barely dodged the blast. "Their to weak to 

try that again." Garret said panting, trying to get his hear rate 

back to normal. "What do you mean?" cam the monk's question. "That 

necromancer borrowed power from its brothers to form that flame. The 

flame was small, but very hot. It could've burned all our skin 

off." "Luckily we missed it na no da." Chichiri said. "So that makes 

the odds slightly better in our favor." Garret replied dryly. The 

necromancers started to lunge at them.  The pair backed up until they 

were once again back to back. The men then readied themselves for the 

incoming attacks.



Miaka and Tasuki reached the campground to find their friends being 

attacked by large snarling monsters.  Tasuki had already taken out 

his tessen and wasted no time in attacking. Miaka raced to her pack 

and dug out her bow and quiver of arrows. She then stepped back and 

lined up an arrow to the string. She looked for a clear shot and let 

the arrow fly. A pained roar met her ears as the beast clawed at the 

arrow in his neck. Taking a shaky breath, she started to fire the 

arrows in rapid succession.



Tasuki slammed his fan down on a necromancer's head. The beast 

slumped to the ground, a large crack in his head. The seishi then 

decided it was time to get serious. "LEKKA SHIEN!" the tessen shot a 

flame towards five necromancers. The flames dissipated to reveal five 

over cooked necromancers. The beasts took two steps toward the 

bandit… and fell apart. "Huh?!" Tasuki stared at the pile of ash and 

bone pieces in front of him. "Don't just stand there you idiot! Do it 

again! Satura's voice got through his confusion. He raised his tessen 

and pointed it at the largest group of necromancers. "LEKKA SHIEN!" 

Another group fell to Tasuki's tessen. Satura and Miaka decided to 

get in on the action. Satura formed a small fireball and shot it at 

the monsters.  Miaka on the other hand was a bit more hesitant. She 

thought back to her training with Satura,



"Magic is a difficult thing for anyone to learn. Magic is mostly made 

up of sheer will. You have to want to create something, to will it 

into existence. The power of the spell matches the strength of your 

will. "Then that means you must have a very strong will, right?" 

Miaka asked. "Yes. I guess it does." Satura smiled. Miaka broke out 

of her reverie.  She raised both her hands and fire started to gather 

around them. The flames grew until a spiral was whirling around the 

girl's body. She lifted her hands and sent the spell towards the 

remaining necromancers.  What happened next was nothing less then 

spectacular. A huge explosion of flame forced them to duck and cover. 

The seishi shielded their miko's body from flying debris. Garret had 

grabbed Satura and shielded her body.  After the explosion ended the 

group looked up to see no sign of their attackers. The mage was the 

first to recover. "Good job, Miaka!" "You did it!" Satura 

cheered. "Nice job there." Garret approved.  The two seishi slowly 

uncovered their miko. "That was some blast Miaka-chan." Chichiri 

said, "You learned your lessons well na no da!"  



Tasuki was a bit more colorful. "Damn that was #$%^&*(  good Mi-

chan!" And with that her and kissed her full on the mouth. "Tasuki!" 

Chichiri exclaimed more at the fact that Tasuki was kissing in public 

then who it was. It had been pretty obvious that the bandit was in 

love Miaka. The girl had started showing signs of returning that love 

a few weeks ago. He glanced over at the other two to see their 

reaction. Garret was giving Satura what seemed to be a too drawn out 

kiss on the cheek. The mage was making no objections.



"Mroww!" came the exasperated sound of an annoyed feline. The monk 

patted Tama on the head. "I know how you feel no da."  Chichiri was 

just as amused and annoyed as the cat.  Finally, after about five 

minutes he couldn't resist asking mischievously, "Don't you have to 

breath some time soon no da?" Both couples gave a start and realizing 

what they were doing and the ridiculousness of the situation began to 

laugh. After they had calmed down, the monk commented on the teaching 

job Satura had done with Miaka. "You did a good job with her na no 

da! You might be able to teach me a few things." He said.  "Please, 

I'd rather not. Miaka was enough to last me a life time." The mage 

said, an expression of mock pain on her face. 



The men all laughed at the self-pitying mage and blushing miko. It 

had been well known that Miaka was an adept, but still clumsy pupil. 

Satura had often remarked that had Miaka needed to learn more she 

would go gray prematurely. "Well I think its time we all turned in. 

We've still got a lot of traveling to do." Garret said after calming 

down. "Good idea." Miaka said yawning. They unrolled their bedrolls 

near the fire and slipped under the covers.  In a few minutes all 

were asleep. 


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