Yay, 3rd chapter written within 2 days. It's a new record for my busy schedule. Awesome. Anyways, Battygirl, I was trying to make this a totally original story by not using other people's characters so I just based the main thief in this story off of Bakura, all right? I changed his name and hair color, but I still try to think of him as the ancient thief Bakura ('cause I love him!). And thank you to all other followers and reviewers of this story. You guys rule!


Because of the fact that demons live for up to 25,000 years, at least 4,000 years had passed since I had last seen Jagger. I felt like I had wasted those past 4,000 years of my life. My human body, which grew very quickly when I was a mere child, had slowed its growth process. I now appeared to be about 16 years of ago.

I had been living as a quiet stray in my wolfen form, all the while I searched for my brother inside of the human city. I had recently learned that he no longer resided there, and had been shipped away to a more suitable trainer. I knew he would never go down without a fight, even without his powers.

I obviosly had to learn how to fend and survive on my own. I learned the hard way of course, with no mentor, and still no powers, to survive.I often wondered if my powers were to ever return to me.

After I had found that Jagger was no longer in the village, I began my travels elsewhere, still not giving up hope on finding my brother. As I crossed into the next country over, I tried my best to leave all my bad memories at the border. I thought of returning to the place of my birth one last time, the place where I had originally planned of having my own pups there someday whenever I found a mate, but figured it was pointless. I knew the panthers had moved on into a different section of our old land, but they probably had torn my old den apart by now.

I sighed and kept walking. I was in Rome sometime around what is concidered 3,000 B.C. in our present day, when I hear of a country called 'Egypt.' To me at the time, this 'Egypt' sounded like a grand place. I would travel there and live for a while, although I still didn't understand my purpose on this Earth to begin with.

As soon as I arrived in my temporary home, I stole for proper clothing and blended into the crowd perfectly. Soon, I also learned their language, so I was concidered an Egyptian, even if the locals did not know of the demonic blood coursing through my veins.

I was walking among the outkirts of the city, near the Nile, when I was suddenly grabbed and bound. I screamed and kicked, but my efforts proved futile. As I looked over to my captor, I noticed I was staring into a pair of dark blue eyes. I fell backwards when I noticed how close this man was to me and screamed again.

My captor, which was indeed a thief, had medium length, dark, shaggy hair that hung in his face some, and a oddly-shaped scar on his face. His dark blue eyes stared at me coldly.

"She ain't the one," he said.

"How do you know?" another thief questioned. There was about four other thieves standing near him I had not noticed yet. They were all dressed in black, their clothing coved their faces so only their eyes shone out from the darkness of the cloaks. I growled maliciously at the men, and all but their leader backed away.

"How do I know?" the lead-theif snapped back. "Because, look at the scar on the arm. The pharoah's daughter wouldn't have a scar. Royals are always sheltered, thus meaning nothing can happen to the brats."

"What do you want with me?" I questioned, glaring back at the men, "Let me go!"

The dark haired one laughed, "And why should we? How can we trust you not to rat out on us and reveil our hidings to the guards?"

"Because, I know the code," I assured him. Of course I knew the 'Code Of Thieves', I was alive when they even thought of the idea for it. Even in the past I was forced to follow these guidelines, when I had to steal to get by on life. "As a fellow thief, I am restricted by the code to not rat out on other thieves or thief."

The men went totally silent for a moment, then broke out in laughter.

"A woman thief?" one of the cloaked thieves cackled.

"Well then, if she really is a thief, she wouldn't mind coming back with us, instead of returning to her safe little village," the leader responded, taking his gaze off me and turning it to the distant desert.

I sighed and reluctantly allowed them to take me to their own hideout. I figured I would never return to the city I have been welcomed into warmly again, to watch the pyramids rise.

"So, what do they call you by?" the thief leader asked as we rode silently into the desrt upon a dusty-brown colored horse.

"Rayna." I replied as I watched the ground below me whip past and get tossed up by the horse's hooves. "My name's Rayna." I thought of the last time someone ever called me by that name - The last time Jagger had called out to me playfully. I was reminded of memories that had been lying dormant in the shadows of my mind.

I snapped out of my daze and asked him the same question. I then stared in awe as he told me a mile long word which was his name. "Okay, I can't pronounce that. What if I called you..." a paused a moment to think, "Levi?"

"Sure, go ahead," he replied without much enthusiam in his also stone cold voice. I was afraid to ask any more questions, for he sounded like he was becoming a bit frustrated and impatient with me.

We neared an old, rundown-looking city. It appeared to be abandoned, but I was proven wrong as I dismounted the horse and followed Levi into a building. He and the other thieves were instantly greeted by about twenty others, most male, but some female. I simply got cautious stares and glares from the crowd.

The females were obviosly not theive, they were simply there to entertain the men. Because of that, it made me sick and angry, for in my eye they were a disgrace to the whole of the female gender.

"If you brought me here to be a tramp," I yelled, outraged, "then slay me now! I'll die right at this moment!"

"No, no, no," Levi smirked. I glared back at him in reply. "No, you don't have to be one, but if you wish to." My body tensed and I was about ready to backhand him hard across the face when he interrupted my disturbed thoughts.

"You're going to help us with something," he said, maintaining a calm voice.

"And what would that be?" I snapped back at him.

He laughed sinisteringly, "You'll see."


Yes! A longer-ish chapter! Please review!