Chapter 7.

As the day slowly passed by and turned to evening, the group passed the Pyramids of Giza and the setting sun, and by nightfall still flying through the air. Izzy was behind the wheel, looking at maps as Jonathon, Ardeth and Rebekah sat in front of it.

Ardeth was stroking Horus as he commented, "O'Connell doesn't want to believe that he flies like Horus towards his destiny."

Rebekah, inspecting the wooden box after she released while boarding the dirigible that it was covered with symbols and inscriptions, chuckled at Jonathon who replied, "Yes, yes very interesting. Tell me more about this gold pyramid."

"Well it was written since the time of the Scorpion King that no man who has ever laid eyes upon it ever returned to tell the tale."

"Where is all this stuff written?"

Rebekah chimed in, "Depends on where you read. If no man who looked at this pyramid returned, then were is there documentations about it?"

Jonathon chuckled at her teasing comment as Ardeth smirked at her, both turning to the English man as he let out an exclamation of happiness, "There you are." Sitting straight, he held the gold stick he brought with him in victory, quickly checking to make sure Izzy hadn't seen, who was still pre-occupied with maps. "Pretty nice eh? All I have left, lost the rest of my fortune to some rather shady characters."

"People who are better at poker than you are, sober or drunk, does not make them shady my dear Jonathon." Rebekah murmured, turning her attention back to box and not seeing Jonathon pull a childish face at her.

Smirking, Ardeth turned from Rebekah to Jonathon, "Well if the curator acted nervously as you say he did, then I would hold onto it." He commented, referencing back to the beginning of all this back at O'Connell's home, where Jonathon said the curator looked quite nervous seeing the stick.

"My friend, the Gods couldn't take this from me!" Jonathon exclaimed and as he finished talking, Izzy's hand shot out and gripped the top of it, both man struggling to keep a hold on till Jonathon lost all grip and the golden stick yanked out of his hands.

"Mine, stay away from it." Izzy warned, Jonathon beginning to sulk as Ardeth and Rebekah chuckled at him. Rebekah took her gaze away from the box and in that second, pressed her index fingers on two symbols, the trio falling silent as they heard a click of two locks unlocking and then nothing.

The two men looked at Rebekah as she slowly opened the box lid, revealing a necklace with 5 rows of beads, the first row dark blue, red, then white, gold and the last row red again. Putting the note on Horus' foot and setting him off to fly, Ardeth moved closer to Rebekah. "My mother's necklace. I asked her about this and she simply said that it was passed on. It's a female Medjai heirloom, passed down to the next female who is connected with a Medjai commander or leader." Ardeth explained, taking the necklace gently from the box and holding it up.

Ardeth made a gesture to tie it for Rebekah, who nodded and put the box down to turn her back to him, moving her hair out of the way and waiting patiently as Ardeth put the necklace round her neck and tying it securely. Rebekah stroked the necklace gently and turned to face Ardeth, neither saying anything as they knew what the necklace meant.


Another day passed quickly and soon turned to night again, Ardeth and Rick opposite each other, Rebekah a few feet away but listening in. "If a man doesn't embrace his past, he has no future." Ardeth spoke as Horus landed on his arm, sitting down and putting the falcon on the box beside him.

"Look," Rick began, "even if I was some sacred Medjai, what good does that do me now?"

"It is the missing piece of your heart." Ardeth pressed. "If you embrace it, accept it, you can do anything."

"Yeah, sounds great, look what can we expect from our old friend Imhotep?" Rick asked, changing the subject.

"His powers are returning quickly, by the time he reaches Ahm Shere even the Scorpion King won't be able to stop him." Ardeth answered. Rebekah zoned out and as the mist and fog combined started to roll in she slowly closed her eyes, not knowing till it was too late letting the vision overcome her.


Ramla stood beside the Pharaoh. His son and her newest friend Teremun beside her. She had been a royal guest now for nearly a month, keeping an eye on the Pharaoh's new wife and events that were unfolding for the Gods. In her time, she had grown closer to Teremun and Nefertiri, providing knowledge and long meaningful convocations to the Pharaoh which they both enjoyed. Her relationship with her Medjai Bomani had altered and changed to the point it started professional, but soon changed to friendly and…loving. Without knowing, they both feel hard for each other, which they were more cared and looked after than worried for.

One person she did not like and was wary of was Imhotep, who stood currently on the other side of the seated Pharaoh. The audience around them watched the scene before them, two women wearing masks and holding a pair of knives and posed. The Pharaoh let out a call and clapped and the women turned, another clap and they began a dance of knife fighting.

Ramla watched as one of the women in a brown fabric outfit managed to overcome the woman in the beige outfit, sending her on her back on the floor. Ramla clapped with the rest of the audience as the woman standing took off her mask, showing the face of Anck-Su-Amun who arrived to the palace a week ago.

The woman of the floor did the same, showing the face of Nefertiri. "Exciting isn't it?" The Pharaoh asked.

"Quite, they are very…strong…but also elegant." Ramla answered, watching as the women spoke briefly before them before Nefertiri jumped up and they continued to fight. After many twirls, parries and the sounds of the knives clashing together, Anck-Su-Amun managed to get the best of Nefertiri, knocking her knives out of her hands. Getting free, Nefertiri broke free and grabbed an axe from the wall.

Noticing this, Anck-Su-Amun twirled her knives and flung them away, impaling on two men statues in the corner. Anck-Su-Amun back up and grabbed a spear, the both then approaching each other, twirling their weapons and clashed when met in the middle. Ramla watched silently as they danced a deadly duel, till Anck-Su-Amun managed to disarm Nefertiri and knocked her to the floor, aiming the spear at her neck and ending the fight.

Ramla clapped with the rest of the audience as the Pharaoh stood. "Bravo! Bravo! Who better than to protect the Bracelet of Anubis than my daughter Nefertiri. Also who better than to protect me than my future wife, Anck-Su-Amun." Everyone clapped when Pharaoh finished speaking and Ramla stood on the last step, smiling slightly at her friend as she embraced her father. Ramla glanced away and watched as Anck-Su-Amun and Imhotep stared at each other as he walked past, both turning away quickly as they began staring, a feeling starting deep in Ramla's stomach, wondering if the God's plans were good, or slightly sinister than she was to partly blame for.


Later that night, Ramla was once again on her balcony, staring out to her view. She didn't turn her head as she heard the door slightly open and shut and relaxed slightly when she felt two hands on her waist. "When do you leave?" Bomani asked, lowering his head and placing a gentle kiss on her neck.

"In a few days. I have to return back to Goddess Nut's temple, as much as I have loved being here but…that is still the place I must return to, for my Goddesses sake." Ramla replied in a whisper, turning round to face Bomani.

"I wish you didn't have to leave. I know you've been here only a few weeks but…you are my sun." Bomani whispered back. Ramla smiled slightly at him, knowing she felt the same and as they closer to kiss each other they pulled away quickly when they heard a female shouting.

"Nefertiri." Ramla said in a panicked voice and both quickly broke away and ran out of Ramla's room, running three door down the left and as they rushed in, seeing Nefertiri on her balcony and…