My name is Yugi.
And I live with thieves.
No, I'm not a thief. My parents were killed trying to protect me when I was still a baby. The thieves were raiding our house when we came home. Most people would have ran away, but not my father. He began to fight the thieves. Unfortunately he lost, and one of the thieves thought it would be funny to take me. So here I am. I'm more like a slave really, but they haven't tried to kill me so I don't run off. I've seen what they can do to people that run from them.
Hema, one of the thieves takes me out to the river sometimes. That's where we are now. It's close to midnight, but the moon is bright and the river is cool. We can see the city from here, it's a long ways off but if you look at it just the right way you can see the very top of the palace.
"Yugi." I turn back to the talk black headed man.
"Yes Hema."
"Tomorrow night everyone is leaving. The Thief King is putting his plan into action; we raid the Southern Village at sundown."
Another Village raid, like the one that cast my parents their lives, "Okay, I'll be sure to stay inside the caves." Hema nods, before stepping out of the water and walking back toward the caves. I don't follow, he knows I won't run.
I stay in the water a little longer before getting out and begin walking, but not to the caves. Just out of sight of the caves is a small graveyard. It's been here as long as I have; sometimes I wonder if it was from my village. Half buried under the sand a dozen or so stones lay, each with a name written in hieroglyphics. I sit in the midst of the stones waiting. A few minutes pass before I hear a familiar sound. Behind me I hear the sand shifting slowly, one-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, silence.
"Hello Mit."
