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Sanji walked forward. He was walking very lightly and loose, almost as if he was about to collapse. His eyesight was blurry- his long, flowing, waving hair covering his eyes.. He looked at his hand then looked up. The sun was glaring down at the desert. The sunlight scorched his skin. Sanji fell to his knees.

   "I'm so..thirsty..." he muttered to himself. "Why me? Why am I the one suffering!" He looked down at the necklace around his neck; it shone brightly. Sanji clenched his fists and grabbed a hold of the necklace.

"This thing is useless!"

   Sanji threw the necklace in the air with all his remaining strength. As Sanji released his tears from his caged eyes, the necklace landed on the soft, golden sand.

"I'm gonna..die..here..." sulked Sanji, as he collapsed on the floor. Sanji was drifting off, his eyes were closing, slowly... Was this it? he thought to himself- was he going to die?

   "No you are not."

Sanji looked up and there stood a man, towering over him. Sanji was losing his eyesight, he could not make out the man's face. All he could see was the shadow of the man, his raggedy clothes and the shine from the jewelry he wore.

   The man picked up the necklace that lay beside his feet; he smirked as he spun the necklace in his hand.

"Wow. This is special.." The man walked over to Sanji and held him up gently. He took a flask out of his bag and put it towards Sanji's mouth.

   "Who...Who are you?", asked Sanji, who was starting to open his eyes wider.

"Shush.. Just drink up", whispered the man. He lifted up Sanji and put him on his back when Sanji was done drinking, the necklace still held in his hand.

   "You're safe now", he declared, returning Sanji's necklace to him. "Promise me something", said the man.

"What?", replied Sanji, sounding confused.

   "Never disregard this necklace ever again. Promise?"

"I promise", replied Sanji, still confused as to why this man wanted such a promise. After all, it was just a stupid necklace. Sanji didn't care about it; he just cared that his life had been saved and that he was thankful.

   The two walked off in the distance, facing the strong, overcoming sandstorm. 

"Oi, come back here!"

   "Try and catch me!" 16-year-old Sanji ran off, dodging the crowd of people around the market. His hair was much shorter now, but still wavy. He wore long bottoms, a baggy, flowing long-sleeved top and sandals. Hanging behind him, was a cape-like scarf. The expression on his face was one of excitement.

Jumping over boxes, he grabbed some nearby stones and catapulted it at his pursuers. His chasers dodging the rocks, Sanji pulled on his scarf, wrapped it round from his shoulders and head then slipped into the crowd.

   "Where is he?", said one of the chasers, shielding his eyes from the scorching sun.

"He must be here", said the other, squinting his eyes, looking around.

   Sanji walked by the two and gave off a big laugh- catching his pursuers attention.

"What's funny?", the chasers asked, as they approached the mocking Sanji. Both wore irritated faces.

   "Nothing...Just the fact that you two are total idiots." Sanji flung off his cape as he pushed one of his chasers.

"Why you-!" The standing pursuer attempted to grab Sanji but Sanji turned into sand. He reappeared behind the chaser and pushed him to the ground. Sanji disapparated again and reappeared again, spinning up sand, encircling his pursuers.

   "What the? What are you?" The pursuers helped each other up and ran off screaming back to their shop as the sand before them fell to the floor.

Sanji, amused, took out the apple he had stolen and took a big bite. Walking forward, he picked up his scarf then tucked it into the back of his top. People were walking out of his way, whispering("what the hell just happened?" and "this is the work of voodoo!"). Sanji sat down behind a large rock, the shade keeping him cool. He wiped the juice from his mouth and smiled, chucked the apple behind him and proceeded to shout-out:

   "I'm Sanji Baba and I'm gonna be the most notorious thief the world has ever seen!"