Author's Note: Y'know the drill. Mummies Alive is property of DIC Entertainment. About this story, short, I know and well, what can I say? I'm such a romantic at heart. I doubt there will be a sequel, but if the creativity demons start telling me otherwise, I'll get to work on one. Enjoy!
Twilight
Cool night night settled over the desert, a welcome relief from the boiling heat of the day. Stepping into the courtyard, Scarab smiled, his breath forming a fine mist in front of him. Twisted shadows danced across the walls, and in their midst, Scarab saw her.
Her back was to Scarab as she stared off to the west, witnessing Ra's last struggles to rise above the night. Scarab slid his arm around her waist and she leaned against him, providing Scarab with the perfect vantage to admire her beauty which he had already marveled at many times before. "I wonder Scarab, is it possible that one day Ra shall lose and not rise again upon the morrow?"
Scarab's cheek brushed lightly against her silken hair as he breathed in the scent of jasmine that always clung to her. "Ra's victory is foreordained, my desert bloom. He shall always rise over the night no matter how much the night tries to undermine His power. He shall always rise anew."
Gods! What Scarab wouldn't give to truly possess this woman! And she also, he knew, wished fervently that they could be together. Yet another had chosen her and kept them from truly being together. No crueler twist of fate could ever have existed.
For the next few days they could be together, at least. Her husband was away. A breeze stroked the two, whispering of the wonders that the night held. "Kiss me, Scarab," the woman murmured.
Scarab turned her towards him and brushed his lips lightly against hers. "As my Queen commands," he breathed.