"Damn you, woman," the sorcerer cursed. "You cannot roam free in this palace, the Emperor has forbidden it."

The woman cocked her head. "Then what am to do? Sit around doing nothing while there is another woman who bares my face? Why does she have a pretty face?"

Shang Tsung coughed. "She is your sister, Mileena. But she has turned away from the Emperor. She has proven to be a disrespectful child and you… Shao Khan has given you life so that you may take over and be an obedient heir. So you must train and hone your skills…"

"I like to fight," Mileena offered, a glint in her eye. "I like blood."

"You must curb that hunger," Shang Tsung told her. "You must learn politics and how to run a realm if you are to take Kitana's place."

"I hate that stuff," she hissed. "It bores me to no end. I need to be fighting. I don't want to be ruler of a place where I will have guards to protect me."

"You must know how to protect yourself," the sorcerer said. "Guards can be killed, as we've seen. You need to be prepared."

"I want to kill the princess," Mileena said. "I want her dead and I want to be pretty like her." She pulled off her mask. "How am I to be her if I am half Tarkatan?"

"I will make you like her," Shang Tsung promised. "But you have to prove your loyalty and obedience."

Mileena replaced her mask and bowed, though there was something mocking in the action. She turned and walked from the room.

"Perhaps we've made a mistake," Shang Tsung muttered. "Those Tarkatan warriors are unpredictable in their blood lust."