Disclaimer-Don't own Ardeth (phooey) or anyone else recognizable from the
Mummy movies. Catlanda, the Spire, her animals, Marok and any other
original characters are mine.
Summary-Ardeth is taken prisoner during a battle and Catlanda goes after him.
Author's Note-Yeah, I know. This one's got a slightly different approach than to my other stories. There's going to be some sexual situations later on in the story so you have been warned about it.
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One Life
"Come on Dad. What is the problem?" asked Catlanda, as she paced back and forth in his tent.
"You are not going to do that. I forbid it," he replied as he stood up and faced her. "You are my only daughter and I know what's best for you. I won't let you go to Cairo alone. The desert is one thing, the busy city is a totally different one."
"Dad, I'm 20. I'm not a child anymore," she told him, looking away and down at the sand. "It's 1938 and we've been through a lot in the past couple years. More than any other combined I think."
Ardeth smiled and put a hand on her chin. He brought her face up so that they were facing each other again. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"You'll always be my girl, no matter how you may want to look at it. You may think I'm being overprotective but it's only because I love you. Right now, you're the only woman in my life besides my mother and it's going to be like that for a long while," he quietly told her. "You're a beautiful young woman and men would love to get their hands on you if they ever got the chance, even without the Spire. I just don't want to see you get hurt."
"I know," she quietly replied. "I thought I lost you last year with that time travel incident."
"And I have to thank you for saving my life," he replied.
They gave each other a hug. Ardeth laid his chin on her head, his hand on the back of it as she laid it against his chest. He closed his eyes and smelled her black hair.
"Your hair always had a sweet scent to it, just like your mother's," he whispered in her ear.
"What was she like?" she quietly asked him.
"Well, Alna was about your height. She wasn't too much shorter than Cathanak or myself. She was a nice, helpful and wonderful woman. She was also very beautiful, just like you. Every time I look at you, I see her with the long black hair, brown eyes, beautiful smile," Ardeth replied as he started to rub her back with his hand.
Suddenly, there was a noise at the the opening of the tent. The two looked to see a fellow Medjai standing there and immediately unlocked out of each other's embrace. They appeared to be slightly embarrassed as the Medjai cautiously walked inside.
"Um, did I interrupt something important?" he asked, sensing as he if he should leave.
"No, no. Go ahead, what is it?" Ardeth stammered, putting a hand on the back of his neck.
"There are many strange men heading in this direction. We thought you should know about it," the man replied.
"Thank you. I'll be with you in a minute," Ardeth told him, nodding.
The Medjai also nodded before leaving the tent.
"Well that was...awkward," Catlanda mentioned.
Yes, very. Neither one of us likes to show emotions for each other around the others for some strange reason even though they understand the situation," Ardeth sighed.
"Several of the people around my age don't understand Father. You know I was shunned a lot as a child because I wasn't your own and here I am being brought up by the leader of the tribe," Catlanda replied. "They accused me of being favoured over them, which I know I wasn't. Ever."
"No, you weren't favoured. I treated you fairly when around the others, but in private, I treated you as if you were my own daughter," he agreed. "Now I suggest we find out what this threat is before we continue on with this conversation."
She nodded and followed him outside, where they headed towards the small group of Medjai who were watching the borders. Ardeth looked at the group out in the distance and narrowed hie eyes.
"What are they doing all they way out there?" he asked himself as he shielded the eyes from the sun. "They're crazy."
The people out in the distance seemed to be getting closer by the minute. The group of Medjai closely watched them as they did so. Ardeth grabbed the hilt of his sword.
"They may not friendly. I see they have guns and swords with them. Be on your guard," Ardeth ordered them.
The others prepared themselves as soon as Ardeth said that. They waited until the strangers became closer. The strangers pasued a moment and stared at the prepared group before deciding to charge at them, guns and swords in hand.
The Medjai defended themselves once the intruders were close enough. Ardeth blocked several of the attacks bombarding at him. He was doing well until one swipe of a sword hit him in the back. He fell to his hands and knees, giving a small gasp. He could feel the stinging and throbbing of the wound as he looked up at the attackers before one of them hit him over the head with the butt of a gun, knocking him into unconsciousness.
***
"Spire, sword," ordered Catlanda just before the blade appeared before her.
She started to block the attacks until the eyes glowed.
"Behind you," it said.
Catlanda ducked to avoid a sword swung at her. She shoved the Spire into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. She dodged out of the way until she received a blow to the chest. She fell to her knees, gasping for air. She looked up at her attacker before he fell to the ground in a blink of an eye. Catlanda gazed at the newcomer and smiled to see it was Isis, her head held high. Catlanda smiled at this.
"When we get back, you're getting a special treat," she told the cat.
Isis growled back at her before starting to viciously bite the other men around her. It appeared she would bite them anywhere in order to stop them as Catlanda run them through with the sword.
Soon, the invading men were forced to retreat. The Medjai started to cheer, lifting up their swords in triumph. Catlanda put a smile on her face as she began to look from side to side for Ardeth. The smile immediately disappeared as she couldn't see her father anywhere. She frantically went searching for him through the crowd, asking everyone on the way if they'd seen him. All replied no.
She saw Isis hurry up to a particular area. The lynx began to sniff around the place until she came to a patch of red in the sand. Catlanda ran up behind her.
"What did you find Isis?" she asked as she knelt by the red liquid.
She put her hand in it and lifted some of it up to her nose and sniffed it. She gasped as she stood up and backed away from it.
"No, no, no. It can't be! He can't be gone!" she screamed as Marok ran up to her.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"Ardeth's gone! He's been taken!" she cried out as tears started to fall down her face.
Marok immediately saw that she was going to become hysterical so he put his arms around her. She thrashed about in them.
"Let me go! I have to go find him!" she screamed at him, struggling to become free of his grasp.
"We will go find him!" he yelled at her, forcing her to face him.
He smacked her across the face. It stung as the tears flowed down her face.
"Now come on. Let's go regroup and see what we can do for him," Marok told her before he let her go and walked away.
She put a hand up to her face as she stood there, the tears falling down her face.
TBC...
Summary-Ardeth is taken prisoner during a battle and Catlanda goes after him.
Author's Note-Yeah, I know. This one's got a slightly different approach than to my other stories. There's going to be some sexual situations later on in the story so you have been warned about it.
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One Life
"Come on Dad. What is the problem?" asked Catlanda, as she paced back and forth in his tent.
"You are not going to do that. I forbid it," he replied as he stood up and faced her. "You are my only daughter and I know what's best for you. I won't let you go to Cairo alone. The desert is one thing, the busy city is a totally different one."
"Dad, I'm 20. I'm not a child anymore," she told him, looking away and down at the sand. "It's 1938 and we've been through a lot in the past couple years. More than any other combined I think."
Ardeth smiled and put a hand on her chin. He brought her face up so that they were facing each other again. There was a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"You'll always be my girl, no matter how you may want to look at it. You may think I'm being overprotective but it's only because I love you. Right now, you're the only woman in my life besides my mother and it's going to be like that for a long while," he quietly told her. "You're a beautiful young woman and men would love to get their hands on you if they ever got the chance, even without the Spire. I just don't want to see you get hurt."
"I know," she quietly replied. "I thought I lost you last year with that time travel incident."
"And I have to thank you for saving my life," he replied.
They gave each other a hug. Ardeth laid his chin on her head, his hand on the back of it as she laid it against his chest. He closed his eyes and smelled her black hair.
"Your hair always had a sweet scent to it, just like your mother's," he whispered in her ear.
"What was she like?" she quietly asked him.
"Well, Alna was about your height. She wasn't too much shorter than Cathanak or myself. She was a nice, helpful and wonderful woman. She was also very beautiful, just like you. Every time I look at you, I see her with the long black hair, brown eyes, beautiful smile," Ardeth replied as he started to rub her back with his hand.
Suddenly, there was a noise at the the opening of the tent. The two looked to see a fellow Medjai standing there and immediately unlocked out of each other's embrace. They appeared to be slightly embarrassed as the Medjai cautiously walked inside.
"Um, did I interrupt something important?" he asked, sensing as he if he should leave.
"No, no. Go ahead, what is it?" Ardeth stammered, putting a hand on the back of his neck.
"There are many strange men heading in this direction. We thought you should know about it," the man replied.
"Thank you. I'll be with you in a minute," Ardeth told him, nodding.
The Medjai also nodded before leaving the tent.
"Well that was...awkward," Catlanda mentioned.
Yes, very. Neither one of us likes to show emotions for each other around the others for some strange reason even though they understand the situation," Ardeth sighed.
"Several of the people around my age don't understand Father. You know I was shunned a lot as a child because I wasn't your own and here I am being brought up by the leader of the tribe," Catlanda replied. "They accused me of being favoured over them, which I know I wasn't. Ever."
"No, you weren't favoured. I treated you fairly when around the others, but in private, I treated you as if you were my own daughter," he agreed. "Now I suggest we find out what this threat is before we continue on with this conversation."
She nodded and followed him outside, where they headed towards the small group of Medjai who were watching the borders. Ardeth looked at the group out in the distance and narrowed hie eyes.
"What are they doing all they way out there?" he asked himself as he shielded the eyes from the sun. "They're crazy."
The people out in the distance seemed to be getting closer by the minute. The group of Medjai closely watched them as they did so. Ardeth grabbed the hilt of his sword.
"They may not friendly. I see they have guns and swords with them. Be on your guard," Ardeth ordered them.
The others prepared themselves as soon as Ardeth said that. They waited until the strangers became closer. The strangers pasued a moment and stared at the prepared group before deciding to charge at them, guns and swords in hand.
The Medjai defended themselves once the intruders were close enough. Ardeth blocked several of the attacks bombarding at him. He was doing well until one swipe of a sword hit him in the back. He fell to his hands and knees, giving a small gasp. He could feel the stinging and throbbing of the wound as he looked up at the attackers before one of them hit him over the head with the butt of a gun, knocking him into unconsciousness.
***
"Spire, sword," ordered Catlanda just before the blade appeared before her.
She started to block the attacks until the eyes glowed.
"Behind you," it said.
Catlanda ducked to avoid a sword swung at her. She shoved the Spire into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. She dodged out of the way until she received a blow to the chest. She fell to her knees, gasping for air. She looked up at her attacker before he fell to the ground in a blink of an eye. Catlanda gazed at the newcomer and smiled to see it was Isis, her head held high. Catlanda smiled at this.
"When we get back, you're getting a special treat," she told the cat.
Isis growled back at her before starting to viciously bite the other men around her. It appeared she would bite them anywhere in order to stop them as Catlanda run them through with the sword.
Soon, the invading men were forced to retreat. The Medjai started to cheer, lifting up their swords in triumph. Catlanda put a smile on her face as she began to look from side to side for Ardeth. The smile immediately disappeared as she couldn't see her father anywhere. She frantically went searching for him through the crowd, asking everyone on the way if they'd seen him. All replied no.
She saw Isis hurry up to a particular area. The lynx began to sniff around the place until she came to a patch of red in the sand. Catlanda ran up behind her.
"What did you find Isis?" she asked as she knelt by the red liquid.
She put her hand in it and lifted some of it up to her nose and sniffed it. She gasped as she stood up and backed away from it.
"No, no, no. It can't be! He can't be gone!" she screamed as Marok ran up to her.
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
"Ardeth's gone! He's been taken!" she cried out as tears started to fall down her face.
Marok immediately saw that she was going to become hysterical so he put his arms around her. She thrashed about in them.
"Let me go! I have to go find him!" she screamed at him, struggling to become free of his grasp.
"We will go find him!" he yelled at her, forcing her to face him.
He smacked her across the face. It stung as the tears flowed down her face.
"Now come on. Let's go regroup and see what we can do for him," Marok told her before he let her go and walked away.
She put a hand up to her face as she stood there, the tears falling down her face.
TBC...