AN: hey everybody! I wanted to seehow well this story was gonna turn out! I've had it saved on my computer for quite some time now and thought that you guy's might injoy reading it.

Well here it goes...

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The Journey

Chapter One: Meet The King of Thief's…

The sound of quick footsteps sounded throughout the temple, yelling and anger not far behind. The shadows moved as if on command with my body as I continued to race, hiding me from the guards as I flew through the forbidden grounds, my pace faltering constantly with my lack of energy...I had been running for a long time now and needed a rest badly...

Ra Damn-it! If I keep this up they'll catch up with me for sure... I searched the halls for a place to rest...and settled upon a statue of Isis...peering over my shoulder and watching as the sounds grew closer, deciding that this was my only way out I went for the statue...dodging behind it just as the sounds of the yelling rounded the corner and came to a stop before my hiding place...

A cool sweat ran down deep face, my short wild sliver hair was slicked against my toned tan body with sweat...I closed my eyes and held my breath, biting lightly down on the soft flesh of my dry lip...I waited...knowing that if I made so much as a sound...they would find me...and then they would kill me...

How the hell am I gonna ditch these guys... I slowly opened my eyes and scanned the area of which I stood...all I could see was a scorpion creeping along the sand... I scooted it gently with one of feet, pushing it out towards the men talking with in the hall...

"He could have gone anywhere by now!" The tallest of the four men said...all that I could really see was their shadows...but that was more then enough for me...

"Anywhere! It's only a fringing fork in the path! He could only have taken one of two ways...if we split up then we'll have no problem finding him...he couldn't have gotten too far anyways..." This was said by a man who sounded fairly young...he could only have been about 15 or 16 years old...

"Then why the hell are we waiting around here! Let's get a move on!"

"huh? Wait a second..." came the boy's voice again.

I pressed himself further against the icy stone of the statue...damn!

"What is it Athais? Did you find something?"

"Look...It's a scorpion..." there was the sound of movement and judging by the shadows...the one called Athais had crouched down...and was now holding the scorpion carefully by it's tail.

"yeah so? what's you're point?"

"Well...it sort of...tumbled out of the shadows..."

"Don't be stupid Athais...it's probably fell over a lose stone or something! Now common! We have to catch this tomb robber before he gets away with the eye of Anubis!"

The shadow got to it feet "...of course...but what if..."

"We don't have time for you foolish theories! Now get a move on!

"b-but.."

"That's an order!"

"Yes sir..."

"Athais, Shekha you go that way! Ameratis you come with me! we'll fine him!"

There was the sound of feet again as the men once more set off throughout the tunnels...I remained silent...waiting in the safety of my darkness until there was nothing but the pure uneasy silence of the dead pharaoh's temple... I slowly peered out around the corner smirked to myself at the clear path that I had come to find.

"heh...well...what do you know..."

"You should really learn to look up."

I span around and stared to the head of the statue... there stood a man tall and thin, his deep blue eyes glowing in the little light the filled the room, his ebony hair was as long as his body and kept back in a bread.

"Hello tomb robber!" came his cheery voice. "did you think you were home free already?"

I narrowed my eyes at the boy before me...scanning his body...he's young...or at least not as old as I am...but that's ok, he also seems tired...that's to be expected...we've just spent at least an hour running through these damned twisted tunnels...but his ankle...he's wearing a small cast...he must have twisted it during our little chase... a smirk tipped the corners of his lips. Excellent...

"Well I guess that's just too bad for you..." He skid down the head and jumped onto it's lap, smiling at the other as if they were meeting with in a tavern for a friendly drink. "because I'm afraid that I'm going to have to arrest you now."

"heh...think what you will.." this brat...he's mocking me...he's treating me as if I've just stolen a loaf of bread or something!

He jumped from the statue to the floor and I watched as his face reflected the pain I had been hopping to see...good...he drew his samitar and I grinned.

"You wish to fight with the King of Thief's boy? heh.." I gave a light chuckle placing the small prize that I had stolen to the ground by my said and pulled from my belt my own samitar...it's long silver curved blade glinted in the stare like scattered light. "How long have you lived?"

"I've lived for sixteen flood's...I'm sixteen in age..." he raised an eye in question at my own. "why?"

I smirked at how naïve the boy truly was "... you will see.."

He moved a foot foreword to begin the challenge, I copied the motion and we began to circle other comely...

"How long have you lived thief?"

"heh...twenty harvests...I'm four more then you.."

There was the sound of clashing metal and our blades collided, I could feel the pressure he forced through it's tip as the hooks caught in each other. The adrenalin rising in our bodies with every second that they touched.

"heh...you're stronger then you look boy.." I had to admit it...he was even with his poor ankle and scrawny looking body…there was more to him then meet the eye.

He smirked gritting his teeth as he talked, adding more pressure behind the weapon he held. "Thank you...I return the compliment.."

The silver slipped off and I span to the side just avoiding the tip of his weapon.

Silver flew again and this time crimson water hit the floor, i held my arm as the pain hit and I took a step back to avoid his back swing.

"Eahhh!...you're quick..." I commented again eyeing him and he playfully tossed his samitar from hand to hand.

Ignoring me this time he swung again, I dodged the tip, dive rolling past him and catching his side from behind. he made a small sound to let me know that I had indeed hit him.

The boy stumbled foreword a hand clutching his wound and he turned to face me.

Another cry of pain and my samitar cut more flesh, this time his face. The blade glided through the skin of his cheek as if it was made of butter and the warm liquid spilt onto the floor, mixing with sand. he pulled back as the tip reached his eye and through a swing at me blindly.

Again I dodged...and dropping to my hand I swung my foot around and caught the back of his ankle, knocking him to the ground and sending his weapon flying.

He shot a foot out and caught my throat, I fell back raising a hand and grabbing my neck.

He got to his feet again, a slight limp to his movements was now becoming visible...this fight will soon be over...

He readied himself, getting into the stance needed to fight me with his body...not that it would do him any good.

There were tears forming in the boy's eyes and I could see the terrier reflecting throughout his face. he was scared...finally understanding that his death was now at hand...I smirked, this always was one of my favorite things about tomb robbing...the blood shed of battle!

He lunged for me once more...throwing his foot out in an attempt to kick the blade form my hand...it was the last mistake he made. I through my samitar, catching him in the chest and sending the boy to the ground...he coughed grabbing his chest where it had struck, blood coming to his lips, spilling from his body...

I loomed over him, removing my blade from the cavity of his chest and bringing to my lips I likes the warm thick liquid from it's tip, smirking to the terrified child.

"You want to know why I asked for you're age? heh heh heh..."

Three day's Latter at Atemu's Palace...

"Pharaoh!" A man raced into the thrown room throwing himself to the floor and quickly bowing to show his rush for respects..."w-we've found Athais's body!"

The man in question rose form his seat "...And!"

"H-he's dead..." the man paused for a moment...afraid to give any more of his news...

"W-what killed him!"

"W-we're not sure...I'm assuming that it was the tomb robber...he was murdered with sixteen slices that covered his body...three of which destroyed his face..."

AN: Well that's it for now...yeah, yeah I know...I could have made it longer and I know that I could have been more detailed but hey! I wrote this like six months ago. I just wanted to see if anyone would read it. If they do and they like it thenI will continue it and if they don't then I will ditch it...again...

lol, well please review if it's any good. Thanks! -