Author's Note: *Heavy sigh.* This chapter used to be longer but I have no idea where the rest of it went. All I can say is that I'll try to find it if one of my friends has a copy of it or I'll have to re-write it. Either way, I remember it fairly well. Enjoy chapter two.

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"Prince Yami, I swear if you don't come back here.!" Maat growled, running after the small soon-to-be Pharaoh, nearly tripping in her dress.

It had been three years since Sakhmet had left her family and not once did Maat see her after that. Her life had become lonely and she went into a hidden depression that never seemed to get better. Maat's psychic power had developed at an astounding rate and was soon appointed by the Pharaoh of Thebes to live in his palace.

The broadened world left Maat with more freedom than she thought she'd ever have. She could go anywhere in Thebes, see the world outside from her roof. It pleased her so but at the same time, she never knew if she'd see her older sibling again. Not only was Maat the appointed psychic, but recently the birth of the future Pharaoh, Yami, gave her another job: look after him.

Now, the telepathic Egyptian never exactly enjoyed the company of children because of their obnoxious behavior and Yami wasn't much different. Despite that fact, she actually liked watching him grow. It was like the two had an odd connection with each other. something that no ordinary person could have.

With a playful giggle, the prince jumped behind his Father's throne and peeked out with large, innocent eyes. Maat wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes, deciding to pretend she couldn't see him. "Now, where did he go? Yami? Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

Yami laughed again and crawled fully behind the throne, hugging his knees up to his chest, closing his eyes.

"FOUND YOU!"

Maat wrapped her arms around him and picked the squealing prince up, swinging him around once, "No more games, alright?"

"Hide! You hide, Maat! Hide!" Prince Yami tugged on her golden bracelets, causing them to jingle.

"No, Yami. Maat will not hide anymore. She has other duties for this afternoon." The Pharaoh of Thebes entered the throne room, striding up to them with a slight smile on his features.

Maat carefully set down Prince Yami and bowed immediately after. It was her sign of respect and that she was of a much lower class than he. Waving his hand for Maat to stand up straight, he gave Yami a small hug before looking back to his psychic. "You will be going into the city center. I want to see if you can capture any thieves when you read their minds. The guards will be close by in case you find anyone." "But why, your Highness?" Maat tilted her head, obviously confused at her master's demands.

"The city is being overrun by slum-dwellers. More and more of my people are losing their money to those bandits and I want it to stop," He smiled at Maat, "You have been a great help to me. foreseeing my wife's illness and death. If it hadn't been for you, I would have never had a son. But now it is time you use your mind more often. Exercise it."

Slowly, Maat broke eye contact with the Pharaoh, looking at the ground. Even if it was impolite to do, she always felt intimidated in his presence. "As you wish, your Highness."

"Wonderful. I will have my servants dress you as a commoner."

Maat blinked and raised her left eyebrow.

"To keep your identity safe. As I've told you before, thieves can be ruthless killers. Never turn your back on them." With a nod, the Pharaoh took Prince Yami's hand and led him out of the throne room. Maat stood where she was, reciting her master's words in her head. Were all thieves as bad as he said?