Author's note: Semester tests will be coming up next week, so I'll update when I can. Yuck, three days of testing.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I own zip. zilch. nada. Except for minor OC'S excluding Tenionia

I dream of rain,

I lift my gaze to empty skies of above,

I close my eyes,

This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love,

(Greece)

"Your majesty?"

Atlas looked up from the scrolls he was writing on, his cold eyes falshing. He set down the pen, stretching his arms. The cracking sound made the messenger cringe, but he stood formaly in front of his king. Atlas laid his arms down, looking at the messenger coolly. "Yes, what is it?" he sighed, glancing back down at his work. The messenger shifted uneasily.

"A message came for you, sir."

"From where, and is it important?"

"From Egypt, sir," the messenger said, then added hesitantly. "I would assume it is important."

Atlas stood up immediatly, the messenger taking a step back in fright as his ruler strood over, standing at least several inches taller than him. Atlas snatched the parchment. His eyes had a light in them; a happy light. He stepped back from the servent, turning around and reading the letter. The room was quiet for several minutes before the messenger noticed something was wrong.

"Your majesty? Is everything alright?"

There was no answer, Atlas' back was a straight and still as ice. The letter was clenched tightly in his fist, the fist begining to trembled as if he were having a the falling sickness.

"Your magesty, should I call for a healer? Your majes-GAH!"

Atlas' fist found its way towards the messengers face, smashing into his nose. Blood poured onto the white marble floor and the messenger began to cry a little. Atlas looked towards the younger man. "How dare they," he hissed. "How dare they!"

He paced the room, punching his fist on the wall and kicked his chair over. The guards guarding the room peered in through the door way with questioning looks, but didn't dare interrupt their king. Atlas gave a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Boy," he breathed out. "Bring me a new scroll."

The messenger ran away, fast on his heels to bring his kings request. He arrived a minute later, handing the object to his king and awaited further instructions. Atlas sat at his desk, his hand holding the pen and writing quickly on the parchment.

Haemon Atlas, King of Greece,

Pharoah Atem, you were the one responisble for the disappearance of my sister, Princess Merope. You were responsible for her safety and you failed. And what's worse, you decided not to tell me that she is missing. And for nearly three months! She could be dead, or worse. How dare you betray Greece's trust and lose one of their princesses. Do you think us as fools, and expect us not to be upset?

You wanted us to help you with the war against Teaorna. Well, that's not going to happen now. I am sending my army to Egypt to find my sister and take you down. If she is there by the time we get there, I will call off the invasion. If not, then this is war. Prepare yourself.

September 8

Atlas rolled up the scroll and put it in the messengers hands. "Take this to Aella, she'll fly it to Greece," the boy ran off with the scroll. Atlas turned to one of the guards in the room. "Baltazar, go tell Kaisar and my other generals to prepare for war. We're heading to Egypt."

(Kul Elna)

"Bakura? Can we duel?"

Bakura glanced up at Teana, who was hovering over him with a questioning look. He stretched out on his back, letting the warm afternoon sun shine down on his white hair. He closed his eyes. "Why do you want to duel?"

Teana lifted her eyes to the sky. "Because, I want to get better at it. Marik isn't here right now, so you're the only one."

Bakura sighed. "Fine. But only one round. You can practice with Marik when he gets back."

"Yes!" Teana hissed and scrambled back to her room to fetch her diadhank. Bakura watched her as she went, short dark hair flying behind her. He wouldn't admit it outloud, but her prescence was all that irritating anymore. They argued less now, though they weren't always civil. He frowned, thinking of the events from awhile ago. What was that silver creature? It was powerful, he could feel that, but it was foreign. What could it be?

Teana came back shortly, the disk in her hand. "Okay," she said in a determind voice. "I'm ready. Let's begin!"

Bakura nodded. "Alright, but don't summon one of those weird creatures again," he was lying, but she couldn't tell. "Their creepy, and you might destroy my hideout."

Teana blushed. "I won't."

"Okay, now we begin," he lifted his disk to the sky. "I summon Dark Necrofear!" a strange, purple, elf like creature appeared, its dark aura filling the area. Teana frowned. She hadn't seen something like this before. Marik had never summoned a creature this powerful. Bakura smirked at her. "What's wrong, Princess? Is it too scary for you?

Teana scowled. "No way!" she thought of the creatures Marik had taught her. "I summon Fire princess!" Flames began to appear around the area and a female figure appeared, carrying a bow of fire. Bakura nodded.

"Not bad, Princess."

Teana beamed, happy that he finally acknowledged her. Her happiness was cut short though, when his Necrofear destroyed her creature. She winced as she felt the pain of the creature's death. Bakura just shook his head. "You got a bit better, but you're still a beginner."

Teana sighed. "I just got to keep trying," she muttered to herself. "Okay Bakura, I'll try again."

"I'm waiting," Bakura said in a bored tone. "How long do you plan to wage this thing out?"

Teana glared at him and lifted her hand towards the sky. "I summon Queen of Autumn leaves!" An elf like creature with purple skin appeared. Bakura nodded thoughtfully, but within minutes, the creature was gone.

Teana slumped to the ground in frustration. "Why can't I do it?" she hissed, but the scolded herself. "Stop it, you're being ridiculous. Just keep trying and you'll get it. That's what Mother always said."

"Teana, you're doing it again."

Teana looked up. "Doing what?"

"You're glowing again."

She gasped and looked down. She was glowing, though it was a bit more faintly. She took deep breaths, calming her breathing down. The glow soon disappeared. Bakura walked over to her, offering his hand. She took it, holding it longer than she intended to. Bakura just smirked. "You'll get it eventually," he said, ruffling her hair. "Eventually."

"Eventually?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, eventually. You're not going to be a professional, so I don't know how well you're going to get."

Teana bit her lip. "Then I'll keep trying until I get to the point where I'm good."

"You keep dreaming that."

The sound of horses approaching interrupted their conversation. Bakura and Teana ran up to greet Marik, who was covered in blood and was pressing something to the left side of his stomach. Teana gasped, clutching his arm as he got off his horse. "Marik, you're hurt!" she cried out, concerned for his well being. "You need help!"

Marik just smiled painfully. "Don't worry, they didn't hit any vital points. I'll be fine, but..."he trailed off, pulling something off his horse. The two of them cringed at the sight in front of them. In Marik's arms, was the small form of Aches, his body still and cold.

Bakura just shook his head. "He knew the dangers of this kind of lifestyle. Won't be easy for Meiri. They were brothers."

Teana just looked at the body, watching as Marik set it on the ground. "Why?" she whispered. "Why? Who would do something like that?"

Bakura turned back to Marik. "What happened?"

Marik sighed. "A rival group attacked us. I'm assuming their hideout is nearby."

Bakura nodded. "We'll go after them later."

Teana frowned at their behavior. "A child was just killed," she said incrediously. "And all you can think about is revenge?"

Marik shrugged. "We're thieves. We kind of learn not to be sympathetic. It's a dangerous lifestyle."

"But he was young! He didn't deserve to be-HEY!"

A rider with a black horse rode by just at the moment she was speaking, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her onto his horse, riding away into the distance. Bakura watched in anger as the rider rode away, shouting something to him. He felt his fists shake in anger.

"YOU BASTARD!"

Please review! Song was Desert rose by Sting