Enpowera: I decided to update the chapters with better versions before continuing the story. I apologize for the very very long delay and the further delay of the last few chapters. Very serious events happened in my life that threw me into a writers slump and I lost the chapter I was working on last year. In order to get back into the swing of things, I'm updating current chapters before continuing. Expect a new chapter in 3 to 6 weeks. I loaned out my copy of 'The Thief' so it'll be a while. Yes, I have the story memorized, but it's better to have a reference, no?

Summary: What if Eugenides had been a girl? how would it affect the plot? Would she still get the stone, or be overcome by female weakness? What about romance? Would it spark rivalry between Sophos and Ambiades? (not likely) Ignores the sequels as I doubt a female Gen would work in those books.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Thief' by Megan Whale Turner.

Extra Note: I have approximated Gen's, Sophos's and Ambiades's ages. Sophos would be around 13-14, Gen 14-15, and Ambiades 16-18. This is based around information taken from all the books. I may or may not be correct. They may seem young, but Gen was still considered a child in KoA, which is set about 4 years in the future.

Warning: This will contain spoilers, if you haven't read 'The Thief' then go read it. Also be aware of the fact the at this point in time, Gen was very sure of himself, so it shows in blatant egotism.

~~~Prologue~~~

A young teenager kicked and screamed while trying to escape two royal guards. Her brown hair had come lose from its normal braid and now hung wildly about her shoulders, stopping just past her shoulder blades.

"I'll escape from here you know! No prison can hold me," she boasted, before being slammed into the cell. The young woman was locked up tight, having manacles on her hands, feet, and one around her waist.

One would expect this kind of punishment for a strong man who had murdered someone, not a young woman who had done nothing more than injure pride.

You see, she wasn't just any young woman, she was a great thief. The girl had stolen the King's seal ring from the Magus- a feat no one was willing to attempt nor thought they could do- but she did it and was now paying the price. In the glow of the dull oil lamps hung in the prison one of the guards thought they saw a smirk on the thief's face.


It had been about five months since I was arrested in front of a wine store. I supposed it served me right, stealing something and then having the nerve to brag about it in public. The things a girl will do to impress a guy.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not a whore who'll sleep with any guy who'll have me, I hate women like that; it gives us all a bad reputation. I just wanted a place to stay for a while, as it was getting quite expensive staying at an inn.

Anyway, back to the story. It had been about five months since I was locked in this hell hole when something interesting happened. Several guards arrived at my cell, looking for me.

"That her?" one guard asked confused. I don't blame him; I looked like a wreck, my hair was knotted down to the middle of my back and my whole body covered in nasty prison dirt. I wouldn't believe that I was the thief who stole the king's seal either.

"Yes," the other guard laughed as he unlocked the door. He strolled over to me and undid the manacle around my waist. Were they letting me free?

I was roughly pulled up and dragged away from the cell. My hopes of being released slowly vanished as several frightening thoughts crossed my mind, most of which I'd rather not describe to you.

While walking the guards started moving too fast, which caused me to trip and stumble a few times- which earned me a rough kick. Jerks, expecting me- the world's best thief- to be able to walk after months of nothing but moldy bread and nasty, watery soup! I was so undernourished that I hadn't even had my monthly bleed since I got here! But oh no, they expect me to be able to walk off being starved half to death!

My internal rants were cut short as we entered a study. It was quite nice. The guards left me there, confident that I wouldn't escape. I was admiring the quality of a plush chair, when I heard a cough. Not the cold kind, but the 'look at me and listen' kind. I turned and saw the Magus waiting impatiently.

The Magus was a man in his 30's, with graying hair. He was quite tall; I didn't even reach his shoulders. He was saying something, but I wasn't listening. He grabbed me by my shirt and shook me, which caused him to hold my attention. He asked me my name, in case the guards had made a mistake and brought the wrong person to him. I was the right person.

"Gen, I want you to steal something for me. If you do succeed, you'll be let free," he told me.

"What's the catch?" There was always one.

"We'll be traveling across country," the Magus answered.

I shrugged, not too bad of a catch; it just meant that I could escape easier, "Okay."

A short, bear-like figure stepped out behind a tapestry, "If you try running off we'll offer this reward for your return," the king warned, dumping a bag of gold at my feet. A farmer would turn in his own child for that kind of money.

"I won't run away," I stated; the king smirked at this and left.

The Magus smirked as well before calling for the guards to take me back to my cell. They arrived promptly and dragged me off. I was soon chained up in my cell again.

'I'll escape soon,' was the last thought I had before I went to sleep.

I was awakened the next day by the guards roughly shaking me. Undoing all of the manacles and chains on me, they dragged through the halls. Apparently we were leaving earlier than I had expected.

After walking down a long, dark hallway we reached a door. One of the guards unlocked it and shoved me out into the sun. It felt like a thousand needles hitting my eyes.

"HOLY MOTHER OF THE GODS THAT IS BRIGHT," I screamed in pain, quickly shutting my eyes and shaking my head so that my hair hid the sun from view. Unfortunately the guards kept dragging me across the courtyard.

Eventually my eye adjusted to the light and I started looking around. The Magus was standing beside several horses with two boys around my age unpacking saddle bags. Weird, shouldn't they be packing the saddle bags instead? Then the Magus yelled, before sending a man- who looked to be 30 or so- to get something. The man- who I later learned was named Pol- returned with a riding crop. I hoped it was for the horses and not me. I quickly found out it was for me. Joy, mess up and get beaten, a kind man is the Magus. Note sarcasm.

Soon it was time to go; I quickly realized that we would be riding the horses. No way would I ride a horse, it would probably buck me off as soon as I got on! I slowly started backing away from the horse that I was to ride, but Pol grabbed me by my shirt and gently set me on the horse. Replacing 'gently set' with 'roughly threw'.

We headed out and into the city. I looked around, trying to find a familiar face. I recognized a man who I had become friends with, but the Magus quieted me when I called for him.

We reached the outer limits of the city and soon were in the country. It was getting really hot and I was getting really tired. All the prison dirt on me had mixed with sweat, so I was getting itchy as well. I could feel my eyes growing heavy and soon the world went black.