Chapter 1.

Jonathon led his dear and sweet sister, Evy Carnahan, to the local bar of which he had become a regular of which was called The Local Caspar. "Why are you taking me here Jonathon? We don't have time for drinks." Evy exclaimed, wanting to follow the map that was inside an ancient Egyptian box, which Jonathon found on a dig, leading to the Hamunaptra, City of the Dead.

"Evy my darling, I know you want to find Hamunaptra, as do I, but I have a friend who works here who is a great asset to us." Jonathon said with a half smirk, opening the door and letting his sister in first.

When they had both entered the bar and the door shut softly behind them, they watched as they saw a woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties, doing a graceful but also beautiful belly-dance. Her wavy blonde hair that reached her waist, move slowly and amazingly in sync behind her, looking like waves of golden sand being blown in the wind. She was fair skinned, which surprised Evy, as she was expecting this woman and friend of her brothers to be Egyptian, or at least tanned. Evy could also tell that she was sparkling blue eyes but what she finally noticed, was that she had a tattoo on her right cheek, which where hieroglyphics of love. Evy could also tell that she had a tattoo of a scorpion on the middle of her lower back, which was hard to see of the moving hair.

When the woman had finished dancing, she bowed deeply and all the men and some of the women who were also in the bar clapped in delight to her dancing. Evy was about to take a step forward when Jonathon grabbed her gently by the shoulder, stopping her. She whirled her head round to stare at him in confusion. "Wait a second, this, also happens. Every time." Jonathon explained vaguely. Evy looked back to the woman, watching as she walked past all the tables, trying to reach the bar when a hand lashed out and smacked her on the bum.

The woman froze and turned slowly to face a middle-aged man, whose brown hair was starting to already turn grey and sweating in his suit under the country's weather. "Did you just touch me?" The woman spoke, the room falling to silence as they knew the outcome of this already.

The man however, knew nothing of his consequence and stood up and replied to her with a flirty smirk, "I sure did beautiful. You danced so fine I was wondering if I could have you to myself for a bit. Name your price name of course."

The woman smiled and took a step close, reaching to his left ear and whispered in it, "My price is this."

Her knee shot up, hitting his manhood so hard he let out a yelp and then a low groan, with tears forming in his eyes. The woman then elbowed him in the chest, winding him. The final blow was of a high kick into his winded chest, sending the injured man to the ground with a loud thud. The woman straightened her dark blue bra, turning to the guards and saying in Arabic to them, "Take him outside and make sure he enters this place no more." They obeyed and grabbed the wheezing man by his arms and dragged him to the streets.

The woman then smiled and bowed, hands pressed together as a sign of apology to the customers, who accepted and the chatter and music started back up again. Jonathon then released his sister, following behind her to the woman who downed a shot of whiskey. "Rebekah." Jonathon said in greeting. Rebekah turned round, smiling ear to ear as her regular customer and friend embraced her in a hug. When they finally released each other, Jonathon introduced his sister and friend to each other, "Evy this is my dear friend, who I might go far as to say best friend Rebekah Wood. Rebekah, this is my dear sister Evy Carnahan."

The women shook each other's hands. "Not to be rude Miss Wood but, I was expecting you to be tanned or at least resemble an Egyptian woman." Evy said.

Rebekah smiled and waved her hand, like she was brushing the comment aside. "It is fine Evy and please, call me Rebekah. I can speak Arabic, and read hieroglyphics. But I was born in England but my parents and I moved to Egypt when I was a child. Sadly they soon passed away of an illness after the journey and since then I have been fending for myself." Rebekah replied, telling her past in a short version, yet showed no grief or mourning.

Evy however, flew her hand up to her mouth to cover it, a sign of shock and understanding. "Oh Rebekah, I am so sorry."

The blonde simply smiled. "It is fine. I have had time to mourn, cry and suffer in peace. I miss them, but, I know they are in a better place and watch over me. Anyway, what do I owe this pleasure?" Rebekah then asked, changing the subject.

"Ah! Yes! Rebekah, my dear sweet lovely friend, we need your help." Jonathon said, sweetening the question with compliments as he knew how his friend would already act. "We need your help to get to Hamunaptra and to see what's there."

Rebekah's smile turned to a frown. She then grabbed a glass which was behind her, full of water this time, and threw it in Jonathon's face. She slammed the glass down again and whispered harshly to the siblings, "My Gods! Are you two nuts? You want to go to The City of the Dead just to see what's there?"

Evy put on her puppy dog face. "Please Rebekah. With your talents they will help us greatly in this journey."

Rebekah glared her, seeing the similarities in siblings as Rebekah couldn't resist Evy's puppy dog face. Rebekah sighed deeply and clutched the bridge of her nose for a few seconds, to then release it and look at the pair again. "Alight. I'll help. But you are going on a suicide mission." Rebekah hinted as a hidden plead, hoping it would make them back out.

However, it didn't work as Evy and Jonathon smiled brightly and Evy hugged her tight. "Thank you! Oh thank you!" Rebekah smiled at her action and soon was released.

"First before we do anything else, I need to head to my room and pack some essentials. Trust me when you see them, we will need them on this journey." Rebekah advised, leading the siblings to her room, dreading already what this journey would hold.