Oracle's Vision: The Mummy
WingedHybrid
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Chapter 9: Drunks and Conversations
It was late after the attack. If it had been dark before, it was even darker now. The only source of light was the blazing fire in the centre of the campsite that everyone was surrounding. Minutes after the attack had ended, a stash of alcohol had been brought out to "calm nerves" the excuse had been. Now, Rick was attempting to teach Evie to fight, which was impossible when considering how much she had drunk. Jonathan was cradling the bottle of Glenlivet against his chest, drifting in and out of slumber. Hana envied him. She wanted nothing more than to sleep but the alcohol in her system just made her acutely aware of what was going on around them.
Subconsciously, the blue orbs drifted towards the opening in the walls that protected Hamunaptra. They stared into the darkness, into the place where she knew they were watching them. Everyone seemed convinced that they had gone, back to wherever they came from, but Hana wasn't so sure. They'd threatened them, had attacked and injured. "Leave or die. You have one day." Why would they just leave? Surely, you'd wait to see if you had to carry out the threat or not. And why attack them? Why, if they were just going to leave afterwards? Something had to be up with this place, with Hamunaptra.
She jumped when a hand dropped to her shoulder, letting out a small "eek!" of surprise. She forced her heart beat to regulate when she saw her brother smiling, amused, down at her.
"Damn it Rick – you scared the life out of me!" she hissed out, not wanting to wake up their companions.
"Sorry." He answered shortly, not sounding sorry at all. He slid into the seat beside her and gave her a one armed hug, which she leant into, thankful for his support. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think so. Why?" she lied.
"You sure? I mean, I know how you feel about death and everything with the Warden. Plus, that big guy attacked you pretty hard ..." Rick trailed off, staring off into the fire.
She rested a hand on his forearm. "I'm fine Rick. Honest. Shaken up, maybe, but apart from that … Thank You for caring, but you don't have to worry about me. I'm a big girl now – I can take care of myself."
"Yeah, I can see that. I saw the way you took down that big guy, even when you didn't have the upper hand. Remind me not to mess with you in the future." They shared a laugh which quickly sobered, "But seriously, I'm your older brother Hana. It's my job to get into trouble, be incredibly paranoid and to be overly protective. I can't change that, if I wanted to, and I never will. And even if you are a 'big girl', remember you can talk to me, okay?"
Hana smiled weakly. "Yeah … I know Rick and I'm glad for it … but sometimes, I just need to work my problems out myself. Understand?"
"Yeah I get it. You've always had to be independent, always had to help." Rick chuckled and hugged his baby sister tighter, kissing her crown, "And I can't help feeling happy about it – even if it does get you into more trouble than I would like you to."
"Hey, most of that is your fault!" Hana objected.
"Oi! Keep it down, would ya?" Daniels' tired voice could be heard from a distance, muffled by the walls of his tent.
The two O'Connell siblings glanced at each other and stifled a laugh, both content in the moments they could share as brother and sister.
"… It is written if the victim of the Hom-Dai should ever arise, he will bring with him the ten plagues of Egypt …"
It shouldn't have been found. The Creature should never rise. Should never again walk the earth. Death and destruction shall follow in his wake. The end of the world …
"Amun Ra … Amun Dei …night and day …"
Below the sands, the found gains life, gains movement.
He screams.
"Death is only the beginning…"
