That night they were all gathered around the fire, astounded by what had happened. They murmured to each other about the Warden, still puzzled about what could have caused to run around in madness and then killed him. Fallon remained silent with a piece of bread in her hands as she stared off into the black night. Adam told her that he would hold on to the things she found until she had calmed down. She hadn't stopped shaking since he and Kelly found her. Kelly sat down next to her best friend, trying to think of something to say. Before she could open her mouth, Fallon spoke first.

"We can't open that sarcophagus," she said. Kelly caught her breath.

"Why?" She asked.

"It'll sound so crazy, but...it was another dream, one that I had last night while we were riding," Fallon admitted.

Kelly widened her eyes. "The...same one from before?"

Fallon shook her head. She hadn't even looked at Kelly. "No. It was different. I was here in Hamunaptra during Ancient times, 3000 years ago when it was actually still being used. There was nobody there except me, it was night time and the city was lit with torches. I was suddenly in front of the Statue of Anubis...and it was chanting in Ancient Egyptian. I couldn't make out what it was saying. Jackals were cackling and howling, as if the sound was being carried on the wind. And then the sand started to sink and spurt out of the ground in front of me...until finally it formed a face. It was so strange, but it struck me with fear. So I started running, running anywhere my feet took me, away from the Statue of Anubis. I was reaching the edge of the city, I was almost out. I saw a figure outside of the city waiting for me, I knew it was a man. Soon I realized that I wasn't running away anymore, I was running to him. I knew as soon that as I got to him I would be safe. Then he started running towards me, trying to reach me. He had a hand stretched out. I could see his face clear as day and we got closer and closer to each other. We both got to edge of the city at the same time, but as soon as our hands touched I woke up."

Kelly looked at Fallon as though she had been killed right in front of her. That dream was something that Kelly really didn't want to hear. The fact that Fallon dreamed of the face in the sand, something that neither she or Rick told her about after it happened to them, made Kelly tremble at the remembrance and the sheer thought that Fallon had no real reason to dream of something like that since she didn't experience it. These dreams were starting to become premonition like, and it wasn't natural. As for the man in her dream...Kelly was sure she knew who it was.

"The man in your dream...what else can you remember about him?" Kelly asked, trying to sound as natural as she could. She knew she wasn't doing a good job as her voice kept shaking.

"I...I think he was wearing all black," Fallon said quietly, realizing herself what she was saying and looking at Kelly. Kelly only furrowed her eyebrows as she and Fallon stared at each other. It took every ounce of strength to restrain Kelly from saying anything about it, so she changed the subject away from the man in black.

"So because of this dream you don't think we should open the sarcophagus?" Kelly inquired.

Fallon sighed and nodded. "The fact that it happened right in front of the statue of Anubis, above where we found the sarcophagus...it just seems like a bad sign."

Rick came over to them, interrupting their conversation to Kelly's relief. She sighed out the breath she had been holding. "It seems our American friends had a sort of misfortune of their own. It seems some of their workers…melted."

"What?!" Evy gasped.

"Yeah, it was pressurized salt acid, some sort of ancient booby trap," Rick said.

"Maybe this place really is cursed," Adam said. A gust of wind suddenly blew to let the fire waiver a little bit, but eerily. Everyone was silent.

"Oh, you guys!" Evy said disapprovingly.

"So you don't believe in curses, huh?" Rick assumed.

"No, I don't. I believe that if I can see it and I can touch it then it's real," Evy said.

"I believe in being prepared," Rick said, flicking a gun into load. Jonathon grabbed for the Warden's bag that he had left behind and started to rummage through it.

"Let's see what our friend, the stinky warden, believed in, huh?" Jonathon said. He let out a shriek which resulted in the shrieks of everyone else in the camp and Rick's cocked gun. "It's a broken bottle. Seagram's!" He pulled out a darkened bottle with the nozzle broken off. "Well he may have been a stinky fellow but he had good taste!" He took a swig of the alcohol until it was snatched out of his hands by Fallon.

"Give me some of that!" She hastily drank the booze, some dripping down her chin from some of the cracks. This grabbed the attention of everyone in the group watching with confused and amused eyes. Kelly looked at her with a look that was only of worry.

They all stopped when they heard the whiny of horses and swords clashing together and shouts from the other side of the camp where the Americans had were sleeping. Something unusual. Rick handed the gun to Evy. "Hold this. Stay here. Fallon, especially you."

He got up and took another gun with him and went to check it out. Evy quickly got up and went after him with Jonathon protesting and going after her, snatching the Seagram's from Fallon's hand before disappearing into behind the fallen columns. Fallon looked at Kelly as she wiped her chin. Kelly shot her a warning look, but Fallon got up anyway and started to run to see what was going on.

"Hey! Fallon! What the hell are you doing?! Rick said to stay here!" Kelly shouted at her, running after her best friend. She managed to catch Fallon's arm. "What the hell, Fallon?! This isn't like you! What if this is something serious and dangerous?!"

Fallon yanked her arm from Kelly's grasp. "I need to!"

"What is so pressing that you need to throw yourself into harm's way?!" Kelly asked.

Fallon didn't want to give the real reason so she threw the first word that came to her head, which wasn't entirely false as well. "Distraction." And then she ran off, leaving Kelly standing there, shocked and confused.

"No more drinking for you," Kelly muttered under her breath as she took off after Fallon.

This wasn't like Fallon at all, to be rushing towards trouble like this. No; Fallon felt she had to go. Something was calling her. She felt she had to be amidst this action. Like there was something she was supposed to be looking for. She had to find that something. She also felt the need to clear and cleanse herself of the pain and worry and disarray of her mind.

Fallon ran straight into the action, only to find she wanted to go back. This was a mistake. Yet it wasn't. Men garbed in black, like the men on the boat several nights before were attacking everyone in Hamunaptra, riding horse back. She saw Henderson suddenly run towards her with a gun pointing in her direction. She froze and he shot at a black garbed man riding towards her from behind. He let out holler of triumph before turning to her.

"Get out of here before you get yourself killed, sweetheart!" He yelled at her before turning and firing again in another direction.

Fallon unfroze and she went to the dead man and grabbed his scimitar. She looked around. Workers were being slaughtered all around her. So much death. Images of the soldiers in the French Legion all around here dead flashed before her mind. Then the thoughts of her parents dead in the sand flashed. She brought a hand to her head and she felt her heart pound in pain with every beat. She couldn't take this. What was she thinking? She looked around for Kelly. She couldn't see her anywhere.

She came out of this trance when she saw a black clad man coming towards her with his sword raised, ready to strike her. The switch flipped. She blocked his strike and spun around him and slashed his back. He fell to the ground, not completely dead. Fallon looked around and she could see Jonathon running away from a man with a mask over his face riding on the back of a white horse with his sword unsheathed. She ran up a slanted broken off piece of an obelisk and jumped off, pushing the horseman off his horse and into a tent. She landed right on top of him, the tent closing in on them. They flailed and pushed off the fabric of the tent, until Fallon could feel a firm hand on her arm. She was thrown onto the sand. She let out a cry and a booted foot kicked the sword away from her hand. She looked up at the man and noticed his mask had slid off his face. She knew him.

He looked down at her as well and completely froze. He looked almost horrified.

Then he saw Rick standing near them holding a stick of dynamite with it's long wick afire. This man lowered his sword.

"Enough! Yallah!" He yelled. Everyone stopped. He looked back at Rick. "We shall shed no more blood. But know this, you must leave this place. Leave this place or die. You have one day!"

He looked down at Fallon who was looking up at him. She knew it was him from the boat. She recognized his voice. And now that she could see more of his face she recognized features from that one moment on the boat...and from her dream. He was the one that was in her dream last night, memories from her dream ran through her mind, the man running towards her with his hand outstretched...it was him.

Then he did something nobody expected. He sheathed his sword and knelt down next to her. She winced away. Her mind clouded, and she began to shake uncontrollably again. She could hear more guns cocking and growls from trigger-happy Americans, including Rick and Adam. The atmosphere was tense and still. When he wrapped a warm arm around her and took her hand gently to help her stand up, it was almost as if he knew her legs had gone completely numb. When she was standing on her own, he didn't let let go immediately. He beheld her for only several moments, though they seemed like a lifetime to Fallon as she returned his puzzled yet familiar gaze. She knew it immediately in those moments, he recognized her too. He glimpsed away suddenly and then let go of her hand, removed his arm from around her back, and quickly mounted his horse. He yelled: "Yallah! Imsheb!" And then he and his remaining men took off out of the city.

It was then when Fallon realized everyone was really looking at her instead of talking with each other over what had just happened. Rick tore off the burning wick and threw it to the ground. She saw Kelly and Adam staring at her, quite unsure what to make of what had just happened. Finally, Henderson said:

"Man, I just know Seti's old fortune is down here somewhere. Why else would they protect it so hard?"

"No, these are desert people. They value water, not gold," Rick said, going over to Evy and picking her up, making sure she was alright.

"Well, uh, maybe tonight we could join forces?" Burns said, half of his face was covered with shaving cream. If this had been anything else, Fallon would have giggled at this sight. But she didn't.

In the Desert

The dream Ardeth had the night before reassured him that he and his people needed to intervene if the diggers made it to Hamunaptra alive. A face forming in the sand in front of the Statue of Anubis. He was there and then he was outside of the city, the night surrounding him and the only lights being the lit torches inside of the city. Then he saw someone running out of the city. The thin frame suggested it was a woman, and he didn't need to guess who he thought it was. At this realization, he started running towards her. He needed to get to her. He reached out his hand and he got closer and closer. He could see her face clear as day, but as soon as their hands touched, he awoke. The face in the sand was his sign to warn the diggers. He feared they would find and awake the Creature. He went into that raid not really thinking about her. He knew he had to do what he could to prevent these people from finding the Creature. And he made his point across obviously. But when that person jumped on him and he grabbed their arm, he was appalled to see who it really was. Guilt and fear rushed through him. He nearly thought he was going to have a heart attack when he saw her beautiful face looking up at him with disbelieving and fearful eyes. He had frozen in place when he saw her. She had different clothes on; sheer black flared pants, a long sleeved shirt of the same kind and a raindrop trinket belt around her waist. How could he have been so rough with her? But the strange thing was, she had another look in her eyes. One of…recognition. She knew him. He was sure she didn't see much of his face on the boat. He was sure of it. But after he warned the diggers, he felt the need to help her up, after all he had done to her, he needed to do something to somewhat redeem himself. She looked as though she would not even be able to stand up on her own. He did not care that all eyes were on him and her.

But after he helped her up, there was something else that came over him. He had stared at her, but only because there was something else about her that reminded him of an event years gone by. And it wasn't the battle three years ago with the French Legion. He had seen those eyes before, but not on her face. He was curious. He knew that what he wanted to do would be against his better judgment, but he needed to know for sure.

I really love this chapter. I put a lot of effort into revising this chapter to make it what I had always imagined. Thank you all for reading! Please favorite, follow, and review!