I'm not dead! YAY! I just thought that I would update just for you people since I won't be near a computer for the next month :/

There's Bakura in this chapter! I don't own him or any Yu-gi-oh characters...sadly. But I do own myra and the majority of the plot!

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~Myra~

Myra was dreaming she was almost sure of it; there was a white haired boy that she'd never seen before pushing her behind a wall, while another boy with ash blond hair was pulling her through a dark corridor. Suddenly a man appeared in the darkness, his lips moved but no sound was heard except for the roar of the flames that ate at the city and the screams and cries of women and children. The boy pushed her away from the burning city, "Myra! Go!" he hissed and she ran. Screams filled the night air and the poor girl's mind couldn't think straight.

The girl shot up with a start and almost fell back onto the bed in shock. She hadn't had that nightmare in years and she wasn't happy that it decided to return. Thump. Thump. Thump. Myra's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps. She hurled herself across the room and to the wall, frantically pulling at the bricks and stone; somehow, she knew of the tunnel that lay beyond it. She cheered mentally as the wall slid aside revealing the corridor. But, this happiness was short-lived; large, calloused fingers wrapped themselves around the girls' small wrist and spun her away from the wall. Emerald eyes clashed against the burning violet orbs of the man that stood before her now. The soft glow of her amulet had brightened considerably and bounced off of her chest with energy, glowing angrily. She tried desperately to yank free and craned her head to watch as the man wordlessly reached behind her and tapped against the stone wall, closing off Myra's pathway to freedom.

Her green eyes shut in defeat as she turned back to face the man once more. "Open your eyes." The man ordered, quietly. There was something about his voice that seemed familiar to her. Myra's eyes stayed shut in silent defiance. In retaliation, the grip on her wrist tightened and she fell to her knees with a pained cry. "Look at me." He growled. She glared up at him and it was then that she got a good look at him. His hair was a pure white that she had only seen in the painted hieroglyphics…and in a familiar nightmare. His body was a deep tan, like he had been out in the desert his whole life. But the thing that really caught her attention was his violet eyes; they were mesmerizing, the way they captured hers was distracting. "Who are you girl?" He snapped, throwing her wrist down. She cradled her hand to her chest and gripped her necklace as if comforting herself; her other hand stealthily patting around for her dagger.

She started up at him from her crouch, "No one of consequence." She answered casually, as if they were speaking about the weather, "Who are you and what are you doing in my home?" He snapped, looking ready to beat the answer out of her if he had to. She gave a fake whimper and shied away from him, her head bowed and the grip on her necklace tightened. Surprisingly gentle fingers inspected the trinket, prying her smaller ones out of the way. While he did, her fingers wrapped themselves around the hilt of her dagger. His thumb rubbed the gold x that covered the ruby jewel, "where did you get this?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. She looked away and frowned, "I don't know, I've always had it." He looked up, anger in his eyes, "You liar!" She glared and let her dagger arc upwards, catching him in the stomach. He doubled over and she leapt over him, dodging as he made a grab for her ankle. She raced into the hall and nearly ran into another girl. Without pausing, Myra slid past her and into the empty village. Her feet struck hot sand and she took a deep breath, whistling for her mare. Midnight rushed towards her, as if understanding the urgency of the situation.

Myra leapt on, urging the horse towards home, acutely aware of the following horse. As they entered open desert, she risked a glance behind her and was rewarded with the sight of a very angry white-haired man. Reaching into the saddle bag, she withdrew her bow and quiver and nocked an arrow, "Back off!" she shouted and released the string, hitting her mark in the thigh. 'That should slow him down, for a while at least.' She thought as she urged Midnight faster.

She was wrong.

In the next moment, a hand grabbed and tugged at her hair, successfully yanking her off of her horse. Myra fell backwards into the hot sand, a sharp, pained cry escaping her lips. Some kind of instinct kicked in then. Her necklace thrummed against her throat and she jumped up, her dagger in hand, ready to defend herself.

The man regarded her with amusement in his violet eyes, "What is a little girl like you doing with a knife like that?" he asked, smirking condescendingly at her glare. "She's about to kill you with it." She hissed in response. He laughed at this, "You? Kill me?" He laughed again, stepping closer, ignoring her hisses and growls, "What can a little kitten do," He seemed to revel in the shocked expression that crossed her face, "Against the King of Thieves?" He was in front of her now, reaching for her dagger slowly.

Myra was frozen. 'I'm going to die…' the thought came from the back of her mind, where she had locked away all of her childish dreams and desires. She bristled, 'No! I'm not gonna die!' Her eyes hardened, 'Not today!' The same cool wind from before blew her hair behind her and with it came a voice, 'Take his wrist and press the pressure point on the inside of his palm, then get the hell out of there!' That was all she heard before the wind died down, 'Alaster!' Her mind immediately responded and she smirked, "This kitten," She gripped his hand and her thumb ran over the underside of it until she found the point, "Has claws." She pressed down hard, not releasing the pressure until she felt it shift.

He grunted in pain but was otherwise unaffected by his now useless hand. Her smirk grew and she kicked him in the jaw, sending him flying backwards into the sand. Midnight scooped Myra onto her back and rode of in the direction of home, "Thanks girl." The girl patted her mane and the mare neighed in response. Myra knew that the man wouldn't stay down long; she had to hurry.

Joey was waiting on a horse outside of the gates when she finally made it home. The full extent of what had just happened hit her and tears pricked at her eyes. Upon seeing her tear-stained face, Joey hopped down, telling Serenity to stay put. Pulling on the reins softly, Myra leapt into the boy's arms and sobbed into his chest. Joey hushed her, gently rubbing her back as he did. The two looked up at the incoming horse as it rode towards them. The white-haired man stopped a few feet from them, "How cute, the little trespasser has a boyfriend." He sneered, darkness blooming through the blue kilt as he dismounted and started towards the two.

Myra's necklace glowed brightly as she wiped her eyes and stood in front of the siblings defensively, arrow nocked and aimed at his chest, "Come any closer and I will kill you." She warned. The man cackled at the threat, "And what are you going to do, little girl? You can't kill me !" He scoffed. The sound of horses neighing froze the man mid-stride. Violet eyes narrowed, "Until next time, little kitten." Then he was on his horse and galloped away. Myra lowered her bow and arrow slowly, her breath coming in short spurts, "Joey, what are you doing all the way out here?" she asked and was rewarded with a toothy grin, "I was taking Serenity to a town west of here when I heard you scream." His face grew serious, "Who was that guy Myr? What did he want?" The girl merely shook her head and looked away, "I don't know Joey. I've never seen him before, but it feels like I know him somehow."

The horses came into view, the pharaoh in the lead. Atem leapt off of his horse and Myra hurled herself into his awaiting arms, who wrapped themselves around her obligingly, "Atem, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have run off! I am so sorry!" She cried into his chest and he shushed her. Atem thanked Joey and Myra peeled herself away from her brother and thanked him properly. The prince pulled her onto his horse and they rode towards the palace.

Her brother didn't say anything to her when they arrived home; he just told the maids to get her cleaned up. Once the ladies were done bathing and dressing her, Myra was called into Atem's chambers. She had been called n a few times before, so she wasn't too scared. He was silent when she arrived, his back to her as he looked out the window into the night. He sighed and turned slowly.

"Myra, what you did was unacceptable, not only as a princess, but as my younger sister. I expected a lot more from you." The disappointment in his voice suddenly made her feel horrible, "Please forgive me, Atem." She bowed lowly keeping her head tilted down. "I do hope that this rebellious phase has come to an end, Myra." His voice was firm and left no room for argument, "It had, I promise." The princess spoke solemnly, her head still bowed.

Atem lifted her head and looked into her eyes, "I still love you, little sister." He smiled and kissed the top of her head before releasing her, "Now, I must prepare for the coronation and so must you." She nodded and took her leave. She walked down the hall to her rooms and tried not to fantasize about violet eyes.

~Bakura~

The man slumped against the stone wall; that hadn't been her, no matter how much they looked alike. He was so sure that it was, he sighed, 'More like hoped she was,' But it hadn't been her; the Myra he knew would have jumped and hugged him when he'd spun her around. The way she had looked at him, with such fear and anger, it couldn't be her. Somehow that girl had gotten ahold of that necklace, he didn't know why but he had felt a kind of betrayal. Myra had died in the desert eight years ago and some thief, probably that imposter princess, had stolen it off of her corpse. Coming to that conclusion, he removed all thoughts from his mind and went to clean and dress his wounds before the coronation.

~Myra~

When Myra was dressed in her navy ceremonial gown, she started down the hall to meet her brother. Atem wore a matching navy cape and a cream tunic underneath. She curtsied and he offered her his arm in response. The siblings began their decent down the stairs and into the throne room. She took her place in the smaller throne next to him; she was acting queen until she married the Roman prince or he married.

Words were said by priests and water was sprinkled over the princes' head. After the ceremony, came the celebration, "Congratulations, my king." Someone said as they knelt before the siblings, who were trying to look enthused. Atem nodded and turned to Myra, "Is it almost over?" She giggled, "You have a few more but I'll get you some wine." He nodded and grinned, "Thank you, that would be most helpful." The princess bowed and skipped off to the kitchen.

As she walked down the hall, Myra couldn't help but look over her shoulder. She couldn't shake the dark heavy feeling of foreboding. And the knife that appeared at her throat only confirmed that fear.

"Going somewhere, Kitten?"

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