The swarm of birds spun him around until he got dizzy. None too soon, he felt himself being suspended in mid-air. Then he was falling…
He landed on the ground with a thud. "Ow," he groaned, rubbing his wrist, which he hoped hadn't been broken. He stood up and dusted himself off. His beautiful tunic had been ripped and his hat had fallen far back on his head. His hair, usually in perfect strips with claws at the end, was a matted mess. He adjusted his hat and looked around.
The sky was an abnormal shade of blue, and it was eerily quiet. The tan ground seemed to be glowing red. Huge black rocks stuck up from the ground, but other than them, all he could see was flat, dry earth. He shrugged and started off towards the horizon.
It was probably only hours later, but to him it felt like days. His throat was parched and however much he walked, it felt as if he were going nowhere. He was unnaturally tired, and he also felt lonely. Maybe if he could find some of his old comrades…would his Smithsonian partners-in-crime be here? If they were, would they remember him? He sighed and continued walking until a noise made him stop.
It was a horrible sound, like the screeching of metal, but he could also hear laughing. Whenever he seemed to be looking at where it came from, it changed. He tried to ignore it and keep on walking until a cold, eerie voice hissed from behind him.
"Lucifer is not pleased with you, Kahmunrah."