"WHAT!" Zorc bellowed as he stood up, knocking his chair over and slamming his hands on the game table. "Where is he?" Zorc asked scanning the table looking for any signs of Marik.
"What's wrong Zorc?" Bakura laughed.
"What did you do?" Zorc said through clenched teeth, glaring at the pale boy.
"Look at the screen and you'll see." Bakura said pointing at the now changing game table.
"What the….." Zorc looked at the landscape of the board and noticed that it looked familiar. Confused he looked up at Bakura with a puzzled expression. "Ancient Egypt?...But why?"
"Oh no reason…I just thought that this would make the game more interesting."
A shadowed figure roamed the desert on horseback. He held tightly onto the horse's reigns as he leaned forward feeling the cool desert wind whooshing past. The moon and stars the only source of light as it reflected off the sand to make it glow and shimmer. The moonlight illuminated the red hood he wore as he smirked mischievously; thinking of what he had just stolen. The hooded stranger scanned the desert to make sure he was not being followed. He saw nothing but the desert sand. He chuckled to himself, having gotten away from his pursuers so easily.
"Well….that was fun….although I wish the chase had lasted a bit longer. It would have been fun getting their hopes up some. Oh well, there's always tomorrow." He said as he slowed his horse down to enjoy the calm desert night.
He continued on his journey looking around every now and then just to make sure some rogue group of thieves didn't try to get the drop on him. This area was known to be home to the most cut throat thieves and murderers. He knew that if they knew his identity that they would try to make a name for themselves by attempting to kill him. He was the King of Thieves after all. No one could steal as well as he could and so he was the envy of all the people of this area. Keeping his guard up he traveled quietly making sure not to make a sound. He scanned the area over and over until something caught his eye.
Something was sticking up out of the sand; it was shiny, reflecting the moon in yellowish hue.
That looks like gold….. He thought as he pulled the horse's reigns to signal it to stop.
He dismounted his horse petting it as a reward for its obedience and hard work. "Stay here." He whispered as he turned to see what the object was.
He slowly walked towards it, narrowing his eyes to get a better look. His eyes widened when he realized that it wasn't just a gold piece of jewelry, but that a boy was wearing it around his arm. The boy was slightly covered in sand and looked to be asleep. He looked around to see if there were others nearby but he saw no one.
"He's alone?..." he whispered as he kneeled down and wiped some of the sand off of the boy's face. He then grasped the boy's shoulder and shook him gently.
"Wake up..." He spoke raising his voice barely above a whisper.
When he got no response he shook the boy harder but he wouldn't wake up. The man held a puzzled expression and leaned his ear against the boy's chest to check for a heartbeat.
Badum, badum, badum….
He exhaled a sigh of relief upon hearing the steady rhythm.
At least he's not dead….. He thought. But what can I do….he'll freeze out here…
The man thought over the situation before he nodded his head in decision.
"I guess I have no choice….." He sighed. "…..but to take him with me."
The man stood up, taking his hooded robe off and wrapped the boy up in it. After making sure that the boy would be warm, he tied it off. He whistled, signaling the horse to come to him. The ebony horse approached swiftly at its master's command, stopping just a foot away from him. He then picked the boy up, throwing him onto the horse as gently as he could before mounting the horse himself. He lifted the boy into a sitting position leaning him against his chest, so he wouldn't be easily thrown off. He clicked his tongue, making the horse take off at an incredible speed.