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Youma? What's youma? thought Emily. She had never heard the word before.
"If you don't know, we Youma are your servants, and your glad subjects."
"That explanation will do just fine. Come, I want to go to my table and eat."
Mare Leah carried Emily to the table, where there was a plate of huevos rancheros, with tortillas and pure butter. She ate heartily, and then went to the closet, where there hung various outfits for various occasions.
"What do you suggest I wear for this initiation?"
"It is wise to enter in your best dress, for you will be given a high title, and I believe Queen Beryl will want to throw a ball for you."
"Very well. Is there a gorgeous gown in there?"
Mare Leah pulled out a sequined sky blue gown which was off the shoulder, with a strong collar, and showed off her wonderful figure. Emily found a pair of gold stilettos, a gold kunzite studded sweetheart choker, and several rings with smaller stones. She put on small chandeliers and swept her hair in a graceful updo with several jeweled pins. All her jewelry matched, and matched well.
"You look amazing. Come, let us go to the initiation."
Mare Leah and Emily went to the ground on the carpet, and went to Queen Beryl's palace. Over hills and valleys shrouded in darkness they went, and stopped at the familiar drawbridge and courtyard. This time, footboys led Emily to Queen Beryl's chamber, and she was announced like a visiting dignitary would have been, with medeival trumpets.
All the youma kneeled and curtsied to the passing, and Queen Beryl came to the forefront.
"Good morning, my dear Emily. I hope you've slept well?"
"Yes."
"I understand you have a few questions to ask me, but that will come after the initiation."
"Very well. Let us go."
Beryl led Emily down a long hallway, down a staircase and to a room where a giant orange flame being flared at their arrival.
"Good Morning, Beryl. I see it is the leader you have brought this time."
"Yes, my queen. She is hesitant, but she is ready."
"I am." Emily replied, affirming Beryl's charge.
"Good morning, Emily. Come, step inside me."
Emily hated the idea of that, but stepped in anyway. The flame burned Emily through and through, and after what had seemed like forever in pain, she was on the other side again, looking as though she had never been touched.
She noticed, however, her hair had turned from black to bright white.
"What is the meaning of this?"
The fire, Metallia, said, "I have consumed and restored you. You are forever bound to the stone Kunzite, as your father was in his initiation."
"Did this change my hair?"
"Your father's hair changed also. It is a sign of the stone binding."
Queen Beryl then replied, "That is good. It proves you are one of us by blood. I shall now present you to the court."
Beryl led Emily back to the Great Hall. She then proclaimed, "This woman is known as the Supreme Commander of the Middle East, and the Supreme Commander. Her title, and all its privileges, are hereby given to be used at her disposal. You shall respect and obey her as thus."
All the youma bowed, and Emily curtsied by them.
"I proclaim that an inaugural ball be held tonight, and tomorrow I shall go into training."
Queen Beryl smiled. She was glad that Emily thought the same way as she.
Emily turned to Queen Beryl. She knew what Queen Beryl was thinking, too.