Necroguards passed by the fallen buildings of New Mecca, not realized that they were being hunted as prey.
The young woman, of only sixteen gracefully jumped to one roof to the next, silently as a cat. She waited until the time was right to strike. A cold smile appeared on her dark lips, as she landed on her feet in a crouching position, in front of the Necros, as the black hooded cloak pooled around her and she raised to her feet.
A bow and arrows appeared in her hands and she pulled the arrows back tightly.
"For my father..." She whispered, as she released the arrows, hitting the leader with enough force to go through the armor and took out a few more of the Necros along with him.
The Necros fired on the woman, but she quickly dodge the blasts. She gracefully back flipped out of the firefight, and was on her feet, her bow and arrows ready to take all of them. She took aim and let go of the arrows, not missing one.
The young woman walked over and stood in the middle of the bodies, holding her bow in her hand. There she waited.
***
The Necros pushed their way through the Lord Marshall's chamber, where the Lord Marshall was sitting at his throne.
"Sir, we found out who killed most of our men." One of the appoached the Lord Marshall. He then held up the skillful crafted bow and one of the arrows, "She killed them with this..." He told him.
"Bring her in." He answered.
Two guards dragged the woman in, her face still hidden under the hood of the cloak. The Lord Marshall walked up to the woman and pulled the cloak away from her face. It was a girl was only sixteen years old. She had dark chocolate skin and dark black hair which was pulled back into a tight cornrows, which was decorated with feathers and black ribbons.
Which surprised him the most that he was greeted with a pair of silverish blue eyes, just like his own.
Riddick just looked at the young woman through his dark goggles.
"Leave us." Riddick then ordered.
"But sir..."
"I SAID LEAVE US!" Riddick roared.
When they finally left, he looked back at the girl.
"How do I get eyes like that?"
The girl stood up and then smirked.
"You gotta kill a few people." She answered, in a husky voice, "Then get sent to a slam where they tell you, you'll never see daylight again. Then you dig up a doctor and pay him 20 menthol Kools to do a surgical shine job on your eyeballs...."
Riddick grabbed the young woman by the throat, lifting her off her feet.
"Who are you?" He growled at the girl, who didn't appeared to be afraid of him.
A cold smirk appeared on her face.
"You don't remember me, Riddick? I'm shocked..." She told him, and then reached up and pulled out her necklace. It was the long claw that belonged to Imam.
"Ziza...."