A/N: This is soooo boring, I know you don't have to remind me, but I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open and I also need something to have as a transition. I cant believe this is my work, its so crappy. Ok, well just don't hold this to me ok? Also, I no nothing about the Bazhir. TWWRLAM was my least fav of the Alanna books and I barely read it so any mistakes bout them please tell me but don't be surprised. Flame me. Please. I need the anger from them to write lots of new great chapters. Ok, don't own anyone, not even the name of the Tribe. Got it off of a tammy page. I own Gahiz and Rach. that's it. Well own with the show….

Rachel leaned back and let the wind blow through her long curly hair. I may as well enjoy the ride seeing as this is the last landscape I'll ever see. I don't care what Alex says, once the Bazhir take a captive, they never return them.

She and the Renegades had been riding for a few hours now and the grassy landscape that was fertilized by the Drell River had slowly turned to parched desert dunes and sparse palm trees. Her big green eyes soaked everything up. It was all new and interesting to her. They hadn't had anything like this back in Tyra. She was so absorbed with the scenery that she almost forgot how scared she was until the man on who's horse she rode yelled out in his language.

He turned back to her and smiled, a truly honest smile. "I'm sorry we have to meet on these terms. My name is Gahiz. I am the leader of my tribe, the Sandrunner. We used to be a tribe that followed the King's orders and did as he told us, but we saw the error in our ways a few years ago. Your "King" wasn't giving our tribe the attention we felt it deserved, so we turned to the ways of our ancestors. Your people would call us….rogues or renegades I believe." Rachel had to give him a small smile for his attempt at humor.

"Well, as long as you don't kill me or hurt me, I'm perfectly fine with being with you. I didn't want to go to Corus in the first place so you're just aiding my plan."

"I can not promise you that you will be safe, but I will try my best to look after you. You seem alright. Just, before we get there, please don a veil."

Rachel looked at Gahiz in confusion. "A veil? Why?"

"Because women in the Bazhir who do not wear their veils are considered no good. It will give you a better chance of survival. Just trust me." He gave her a look that a father would give to an unruly daughter. Rachel was tempted to say "yes sir!" but she just nodded.

He reached into a pack on his side and pulled out a small veil. Rachel tied it behind her head, so that just her exquisite eyes showed above the lace. She was nervous about meeting Gahiz's tribe, but she just lifted her head up high and stared straight ahead…at the back of Gahiz's head.

Soon, an oasis showed up on the corner or Rachel's view. This was it. Her fate would soon be decided. Rather she would live or die, what tomorrow was going to bring was soon to be in the hands of a tribe of desert dwellers. Great, just what I need, for barbarians to decide if I get to see another day. Goddess, please let me get through this in one piece, preferably still breathing as well.

A/N: ::ducks the tomatoes and other large fruits and veggies being thrown at her:: I'd like to apologize for this awful literature ::duck:: I will do better next time. Just flame me and I will have a nice long juicy chapter for you. ::splat!!:: whoops, wasn't fast enough, hey this papaya is kinda good! ::runs out of the back door and jumps her car for a snooze::