Something had happened, that much he could tell. His family was that normally of magicians and priests, he had only become a stable boy because he loved horses more than magic. Even so, the blood that would allow him to use magic, if he was trained ran through his veins. It allowed him to detect magic, especially on a large scale like this. Not to mention the stab that went through his heart so violently that he was forced to cling to Bilal's neck for support. The black stallion whined with disturbance not because of the contact form his master, but because as an animal, he could sense things like the magical wave.

His soul felt like it was being ripped away from his body, the pain so intense he felt as though he was dying. He sunk to the ground, tears staining the sandy ground, his arms wrapped firmly around his body. The pain tore a scream out of his body,

"AKEFIA!" he cried, and that second he could almost believe he heard a similar scream only of his name echoing form the palace, "HEBA!"

The stallion nudged his master uncertainly, he had never seen his master in this much pain before. The only time that came close was when his master's mate had come home bleeding and the master hadn't been sure if his mate would wake up. The only explanation was that something had happened to the master's mate.

"NO! Why...why would you take him form me!" he yelled to the sky, his scarf slipping down to his shoulders. He didn't even care, anyone could see him now and it wouldn't matter. He had only hidden the hair because it made him so noticeable. Did it really matter now? He was just another man now; he wasn't anyone with his Thief King.

He stood uncertain, petting Bilal trying to calm the animal down. Something snapped him out of his daze, it wouldn't do for Akefia to die and then let himself not go on living. That's what he would want right? He had no idea but he had to keep on going, just so there would be no more death today.

He swung himself onto his horse's bare back, a saddle never seem necessary and it was just one less thing for thieves to steal, not that any sane person would steal form the Thief King's property.

The plan was already forming in his mind; he would go back to the hide out, take what could be sold, and what he could use, then he would torch the place and cry. It wasn't an ideal plan, but beyond Akefia he didn't have anyone besides Bilal in the world. The only way to push back the grief was to keep thinking about the plan, keep thinking about what he needed to do.

As he turned to leave, not wanting to be caught here with so much death, a man stumbled out of the palace, his robes out of order and his face bleeding.

"You were in there", he didn't bother to pull up his hood, the man was in too much pain to remember the man on the one the black horse that could have been the Pharaoh's twin.

The man nodded, "The Pharaoh is dead."

"The Thief King?" he already knew the answer but he needed someone to say it out loud, just so he could be sure maybe his feeling had been wrong.

"Dead. Everyone is dead"

It had been right, of course it had been, if it hadn't been, Akefia would have been with him already, telling him to get moving that they had succeeded, that they could maybe live in peace. It had been a foolish dream; they both knew there would never be peace.

He bit his lip, holding back the tears, took and the reins in his hands and nudged Bilal. They needed to go, now. Before someone remembered that the Thief King was sometimes seen with a much smaller man.

Right now, that wouldn't do anyone, any good.

A/N:

Super special awesome kind of teaser for my Two Lives, One Love fic? Mayyyybbbee

Yeah that's what it is.

I have crossdressing shit to now. No more of this serious bullshit. kthxbye.

I fucking love that horse.