Sent Down
Chapter 1
"Sanura, your duty is to watch over this man." The goddess explained as her most faithful servant kneeled before her. "Become close to him. Above all, prevent him from fulfilling his goal."
"How am I to do that?" Sanura's golden eyes demanded answers. She wanted to know what was so important of this man, that a goddess must send down an angel. Whoever he was, he needed help and he was important if the goddess of the desert must get involved.
"Where am I to find him?"
"I will take care of everything. Do not worry. Sanura, when you reach Earth, you will have no memory of the heavens or the afterlife." The goddess, draped in white Egyptian cloth, frowned.
"I understand, your highness." Sanura rose and turned to leave.
"Oh and Sanura…" the goddess said with concern.
"Yes?" Sanura turned back around.
"Be careful." She smiled.
"I will, your highness, Pachet."
Sanura smiled back. There was a brilliant of light, then darkness. And the feeling of over-whelming emptiness filled the air.
She felt a warm feeling engulf her body. Sanura's eyes fluttered open.
"Well, look what we have here. I didn't expect someone like you to be out this far." A man jumped down from his horse only a few feet away.
Sanura sat up. She was sitting on top of a sand dune in the middle of the desert. What was strange though, was that she couldn't remember why she was here. Or more importantly, how she had gotten here in the first place.
The desert usually calmed her, but the man approaching quickly destroyed that feeling.
"Can I help you?" Sanura asked cautiously, watching the man circle her like a vulture to its prey.
"Yes I think you can." He chuckled darkly, exposing his pin sharp teeth. The man grabbed Sanura's wrist and yanked her to her feet.
"What do you think you're doing?" Sanura snapped.
The man only smirked and bound her wrists in tight rope. She trashed and struggled to pull away.
"Stop! Let me go! Someone, help me!" She screamed.
The man slapped Sanura hard across the face. "You will learn to show me some respect! And where you are going no one will help you." He growled.
With that, the man led her back to his horse. Sanura stopped to take one last look around, but that moment was short lived. The man tugged on the rope and Sanura was jerked forward. He jumped on his black horse and gave it the signal to walk. That left Sanura to follow behind on foot.
All she could do was watch him. His short, messy, white hair blew in the slight breeze. He wore a long red coat with two white stripes on the sleeves and on the edge of the cloak. His eyes stared intently at the horizon. They were a dark purple and seemed distant, as if he were thinking. (Not intended to be a joke!) But he seemed familiar.
'No, that's impossible. I've never met this man before.' Sanura thought.
"What's your name?"
He glanced down. "I am the King of Thieves."
"Oh. I see." Sanura looked down.
"Bakura." He stated calmly.
"What?" Sanura glanced up again.
"My name… is Bakura."
Sanura repeated the name, thoughtfully.
"But you will call me 'Master'." Bakura smirked.
"Yes, Master." She said, trying to get used to saying that. But none-the-less, Sanura smiled.
"I told her I would take care of everything. And look: Bakura has already found her." Pachet laughed from her spot in the heavens.
