Hello everyone! NightRaven 13 here once again with another story!

I know I'm terrible for those of you who are still reading 'Shattered Mirror' and haven't received anything new! Don't worry; I'll get back to that one eventually!

For now though, here's this little ditty to tie you over…please be nice to it ok?! And for all those new readers out there, the same applies!

Here's my DNAngel fic that I've been promising…hope you like!

Loves ya all,

NightRaven 13

Disclaimer- Don't own Dark Mousy or anyone else affiliated with DNAngel, but I'm trying! Oh believe me I'm trying!

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Victory was just a short stride away.

As confident as he normally was in these particular situations, it had indeed been quite difficult to acquire tonight's particular prize. Not to mention annoying as well.

Although never one to underestimate a challenge (let alone back away from one), he had quickly managed (with some hard work of course) to sneak in unnoticed to the impenetrable fortress that was the Shine Museum.

And now here he was a short grasp away and not a single idiotic member of Azumano's police force present to witness it. It sent a slight frown to his face, admitting to himself that the lack of an audience was quite disappointing.

After a quick pause of deliberation, he finally set to work traversing over the various motion sensors placed protectively over his prize. Once reaching the white pedestal at the center of the intricate maze of beaming security alarms, he slowly slid his hand closer, searching for any sign of extra security.

Security of the magical kind, that is.

Once satisfied that the object was devoid of any such annoying incantations, he drew the object into his hands with a careful ease.

It glittered slightly in response.

Ah yes, the Soul of Circe, what a lovely prize it was. A small smile crept up to the thief's lips, his sense of self satisfaction increasing greatly by the minute.

After a small pause of appraisal for the artifact in his hands, he carefully set it aside and called forth his method of escape.

"Wiz! Come to me!"

Silently, but with a sense of urgency to its appearance, a dark figure appeared and shot down the museum hallway toward the thief's outstretched hand.

"Good boy Wiz!"

The thief pet the strange dark creature in his hand, only pausing suddenly at the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Heh…took them long enough."

Lights could be seen at the end of the dark museum hallway, quickly approaching as the footsteps became louder.

"There he is! Stop thief!"

He smiled, finally an audience present for his grand exit.

"Sorry guys! Maybe next time!"

Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed hold of the Soul of Circe and headed for the large window behind him.

"Stop him! The Phantom Thief is getting away!"

He smiled as he crashed through the window and out into the cold winter air, the dark creature grabbing hold of him and flying upwards towards freedom.

"HA! Works every time! Good boy Wiz!"

The creature flapped his dark wings harder in a silent reply, pulling the thief away from his latest escape and towards home.

The thief couldn't help but smile; he had quite a pleasant night and quite a lovely object in his hands. He pulled it up towards his line of vision, the silver reliquary glinting slightly in the light of the full moon above him.

"Sorry Lady Circe! Don't worry though, I promise to give you a good home!"

He held it carefully, polishing its sides softly with his free hand. As he did so, a strange glow began to flow from deep within the artifact itself.

"What the…"

Before he could grasp the full meaning of what was going on, the object flashed a blinding white light, burning the thief's hands and causing him to drop the reliquary in mid flight.

"What the hell was that?!"

He turned, searching for the object and only catching a glimpse of its silver surface as it fell towards the dark waters of a river below.

"Damn it!"

He dove in after it, willing the dark wings of the creature on his back to move faster as the Soul of Circe fell faster towards the water.

"Faster Wiz! She's getting away!"

The tips of his singed fingers grazed the edge of her silver surface, the object ever so close in his grasp.

Come on, he thought to himself urgently. Just a little more…

He made a grab for it, only slowing down as a horrible wave of pain shot up his spine. Mid grab he let go and fell along ungracefully with the reliquary, the dark waters threatening to consume them both.

"Wiz! GO!"

The dark creature detached itself at last second, following his masters orders very hesitantly. It shot back up towards the sky, and watched helplessly as the thief disappeared into the dark waters below.

"Kiu!"

He crashed, freezing waters greeting him rather harshly as the current tossed him around. The darkness only succeeded in confusing him more, his ability to differentiate between the surface and the river's rock bed severely impaired. Only the reliquary's silver surface seemed to be visible in the river's murky landscape, glinting at him in an almost malicious matter.

No…

He reached for it, darkness slowly enveloping his vision. As he made another attempt to retrieve it his body went numb, all feeling lost and quickly replaced with an icy pain.

He yelled a silent scream, water being the only witness to his agony.

Then slowly the darkness overcame him, his last vision being that of the silver reliquary glinting at him mockingly as it floated away.

The Soul of Circe had escaped, and The Phantom Thief was no more.

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Dun! Dun! DUN!

And there you have it all! The prologue of this little story of mine! So what did you all think? Please do be nice and leave a CONSTRUCTIVE review ok? No nonsense flames! I promise to update quickly…once I get some feedback that is. Heh heh….lol

Thanks for reading!

NightRaven13

P.S- Before anyone asks…no he's not dead! Why the HELL would I kill off Dark Mousy that quickly? That would just screw up the whole point!