Yu-Gi-Oh! © Kazuki Takahashi

OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls

A/N: Hey guys! I figured it was about time I post a new chapter, plus I have a LOT of un-reviewed chapters that need to be reviewed and then posted. So here's the next one! And I hope you guys enjoy your Halloween, because I certainly hope I enjoy mine ^^ Apparently the forecast for the upcoming days will be cold, so if Halloween will be cold or not is still up in the air where I live ^^' Oh well. ENJOY!

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Zahra sighed, looking over at Kalil as he casually walked across the sands. "I'm sorry that this isn't up to your expectations –"

"It is," he looked up with a grin. "No need to apologize. I'm just sick of being stuck in the pack for so long."

"… Why leave in a hurry?" she asked. "I wish I had a home and family to call my own –"

"I've always had this feeling that I need to be on my own. You know, like a lone wolf," he chuckled. "If I have to start my adventure with you then I shall, but this won't be the end for me."

"Understandable," she shrugged and nudged the horse along with the reins. "There are many things a young pup like yourself can do. I just hope you're making the right decision… I won't be able to help you once you leave on your own and to be honest I don't want you to get involved with my affairs –"

"My job is to protect you and that's what I'll do," Kalil huffed. "If you don't want my help then fine, but I'm going to take care of you whether you like it or not."

She smirked, "Good boy," she chuckled. "That's what Amasa told you, huh?"

"He told me many things," he admitted, "and I do wish, now that I know you and how kind you are, that you don't involve yourself in all these matters. You could get yourself killed Zahra."

"I know," she sighed and rolled her eyes, "but it's what I do. There's nothing else I can do actually… only do as I'm told. Yes, I'm sick of it. I want to settle down… but can I? I doubt it."

"Maybe one day," Kalil nodded.

Zahra simply sighed. "That one day is turning into years and years. I don't think it'll happen… not in this life, at least." He sighed and shook his head, looking up to notice a city appearing in the distance.

Forcing her horse to go faster she rode into town, Kalil running beside her till she jumped off of the horse and let him run free into the desert. "This is it," she spoke in plan Egyptian, the dog following obediently behind her as she strode into the city with her head held high.

Her eyes glanced around the town, trying to find any signs of Daleel. So far there were none, thus she had some time to spend before he arrived. Since she had nothing to do Zahra decided to pay a visit to the temple in the area; a temple dedicated to the god Seth with large black marble statues and jewelry galore. "S-sir," a voice came from behind her, "but you shouldn't be in here –"

"It's alright," Zahra said solemnly and with authority in her voice, "I'm here to pray. I won't be bothering you." The young boy looked at her unsure and quickly ran off, leaving the woman behind at the entrance to the main temple. "Stay here," she instructed the dog, Kalil nodding as he sat as motionless as a statue and watched as Zahra entered the compound. She sighed, her eyes gazing around the room as if a small spark from within her was illuminating her body. She missed going into the temples daily. It was one of the main activities her adopted mother had her do with Seto and Alexis. She wanted to show Zahra that there were other careers then a simple peasant, as servants to the gods perhaps. Though Zahra never truly followed her mother's wishes she would go into the temples of gods on a daily basis, if she had time to waste. She always felt comfortable in a temple, as if her heart was telling her that this was a true place of peace and rest. Doesn't mean she shouldn't be keeping an eye on the other people in the area, but she felt that her mind could flow easily in a temple. That's what she hoped for now. Maybe the events from AmAuNet are connected to other parts of her mind.

Noticing that no one seemed to be there she sat down on the steps of the temple, her back facing the altar as she looked at the area lazily. The temple wasn't the best in Egypt, but was kept clean and tidy by the priests and priestesses working there. She pulled out her dagger from under her dress and stared at the writing, sighing as she wished the symbols would jog a part of her memory. No matter how much she tried something was always keeping her back, as if an invisible force in her mind was forcing all of her thoughts associated with her past to reveal themselves to her. Now, as she stared at the dagger, a thought quickly came to her mind as she closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh smell of incense.

All she felt was movement around her and all she could see was darkness surrounding her. Zahra felt a hold around her body, pulling her deeper into the darkness as if her soul and body was meant to stay in the gloomy abyss. Suddenly there was a light, and then a cry as her eyes burst open to come into contact with bright figures above her. "S-she's awake!" one of them gasped, a woman she assumed, as others surrounded them in haste.

"Our child is awake –"

"Well what can this mean? Is this mean we're all dead?" a rough, manly voice growled. "How could the pharaoh do this –"

"If you jump to conclusions - you won't get a straight answer," another man huffed, running a light hand through her hair. Oddly enough Zahra felt safe and warm in those arms, subconsciously rubbing her head into his hand as he left his warmth on her cheek. "… How many –"

"That was the ninety ninth sacrificed soul," another voice spoke. "Which means…"

"So many have fallen," the rougher voice sighed. "Our home… our village… how can we rebuild everything now?"

"We're sort of dead -," the man snorted at him. "Besides not all hope is lost."

"What do you mean by that -?" he sighed.

"What - means is that we can still get our vengeance," the womanly voice spoke, a hand, much softer then the man's, began to stroke through Zahra's hair. "Who do you think can do this –"

"The girl?" the man snorted.

"Exactly," the other man chuckled. "Not only that, but there is one survivor. If we can revive her perhaps she can meet up with him and –"

"What? That everything will be alright in the world?" he snorted.

"Our souls won't move on unless the items that were created from us do," the man huffed. "I know that just by reading the book it came from… or I had my daughter do that. Same difference."

"And how exactly can you revive a soul back to life –"

"You forget of her powers," the woman smirked. "She's not ordinary, after all. Think about it. Who's keeping us here, the gods? No. We should be eaten by creatures by now. It is the soul radiating from Zahra that is keeping our village alive right now, creating a realm where lost souls that cannot move onto the afterlife can stay and rest. Perhaps, in due time, we can figure out how to move onto the next life without her help. Either way we're stuck here… or a part of us is."

"I believe parts of our souls are trapped in those items," the other man growled, "and that's why we're bound to them. They're feeding off of our energy… but I don't see how we can stop them –"

"Well how about we get back to the real world?" the rougher man huffed. "If you plan is so simple –"

"It's not," the other man sighed. "There's spells and we'll have to fuel this resurrection with our own souls. My daughter is too weak to do this on her own. She was thrown right into the abyss of the shadows… it was only a miracle that we were able to save her before she was ripped apart by evil spirits and the god that resides here."

"… Fine," the man nodded, "I'll agree to help you -. Just promise me that this will work."

"Is this for vengeance against the pharaoh –"

"It's more than that," the man snorted. "Everything our village worked for was gone in a matter of seconds. This cannot go unpunished –"

"Well if your soul is filled with hate you cannot revive her," the other man huffed. "Her soul is fueled by light and is surrounded in darkness. If you have hatred residing in your soul and you revive her you'll taint her soul. Zahra won't be the same again… she'll end up destroying the world, not just the pharaoh, but everyone and everything in the world –"

"Fine," he sighed, "then give me a minute."

"Think of it this way," the other chuckled, "your son is out there. My daughter will be able to leave and be with him some day, if they ever meet. Either way this is the best for our children and they can help move us onto the afterlife. What do you say?"

"I say we revive her before more creatures come back," the man smirked, the others chuckling as Zahra was picked up and placed on a solid slab. As she heard and felt enchantments sweeping over her a part of her wondered what was going on, unable to clearly see any faces nor hear their names. Village? Hate? Is her family trapped in this other dimension that she barely remembers? Was she truly dead?... Will she ever found this boy they speak of? Her mind was spinning so fast that Zahra was getting a headache, letting out a groan and closing her eyes as she shook her head trying to get out of her trance. Though as she did she felt she wasn't caught up in a trance anymore, but cracks opened in a wall within her mind where memories were beginning to flood in like water over a breaking dam.

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A boy gulped, watching as a woman was entranced in a vision from the gods. She was mumbled to herself, gripping a dagger in her hand tightly as blood began to spill from her palms and onto the floor. "M-miss… miss!?" he yelped, quickly running to her side as the woman groaned, flopped over the stairs, and dropped her knife as she fell asleep on the floor.

"Master Monthu what's going on –"

"Imamu, help me bring this woman to a bed!" the young boy yelped, the much older man doing as he was told and bring the woman without question into the bedchambers.

The boy watched as Imamu set the woman down on a bed, noticing the blood trickling down her hand. "Master Monthu, what is going on –"

"Could you go and get the knife she dropped?" Monthu asked, Imamu sighing as he left the room to follow his master's order. The boy shook his head, running a hand through the woman's long black hair and wondering what had happened to her. Then a smirk showed up on his face. This was great! He may know a new friend today! Usually he doesn't see anybody, his older sister won't let him, but now that he met this woman perhaps she will talk to him and stay… right? Noticing the woman stirring he rushed to the supply of water and grabbed a bowl and rag, attempting to wash the blood that tricked down her hands before she awakened.

Zahra groaned as she felt someone touching her hand, looking over to notice a young boy, about the age of only six or seven, with light blonde hair and light lavender eyes staring down at her with loving affection that was making her heart melt. "W-what –"

"Oh good you're awake!" the boy giggled. "That was fast! I would have thought you would be asleep for much longer because you may have hit your head hard on the steps."

She simply sighed, noticing the cuts in the palms of her hands before shaking her head at her stupidity. "Y-eah I heal fast," Zahra shrugged. "Anyways, who are you? I didn't know there were children here at the temple at such a young age."

"My sister insists I stay close to her," he snorted, "or at least be under constant supervision. You see, my sister is a high priestess and works for the pharaoh. Now that my father died I have nowhere else to live… so she put me under tutoring early and here I am! So who are you? What's your name? Why are you here?"

Zahra shook her head and grumbled, putting a finger up to his lips to keep him quiet. "One question at a time kid. I'm getting a headache."

"R-right," he chuckled lightly. "What's your name?"

"Ranpu," she answered simply.

"And who are you?" he continued without stopping.

"A… a priestess like yourself," she smirked lightly, "but I guess not really a priestess. I'm only a priestess-in-training. I never got a full initiation."

"Oh?" Monthu stared at her confused, "Why –"

"I wasn't living here anymore," she sighed, "and you have to stay at a temple for a few years before becoming a true priest. I would think a child would know that –"

"I do," he snorted, "but I'm asking why~~ didn't you get the initiation?"

"Ummm…" Zahra thought to herself for a few moments before answering, "Because… because I simply couldn't. My parents were dead, I had no interest in becoming a priestess, and I got caught up in some pretty sticky situations. I had no time to formally study in a temple… though I'm not saying I never studied. I have. I know a lot about chanting spells, praying to the gods, and healing other people. I just didn't get the certification to show I'm a priestess… and I may never do so."

"Oh," he frowned. "Then why are you here –"

"Master Monthu, are you bothering the poor girl?" the older man interrupted their conversation, walking into the room with the knife in his hand.

"Imamu I am not! –"

"It's alright," Zahra chuckled, noticing the much taller man with large sea green eyes staring down at her. She wasn't surprised by the baldness of his head, but the markings he wore with pride on the left side of his face startled her, only slightly. "Thanks," she sighed, grabbing the knife from him and quickly slipping it back under her dress. "Now that we're done talking I should go –"

"Not yet!" Monthu yelped. "W-we still need to –"

"Master Monthu, you know your sister's rule: you mustn't see people who aren't associated with the priestly order of Seth," Imamu told him.

"But –"

"It's alright," Zahra groaned and got out of the bed, "I'm expected somewhere anyways. If I don't show up in… probably a few more minutes they'll come looking for me. Maybe we'll see each other again?"

"I-I guess," Monthu frowned, watching as the woman grabbed her belongings and hastened out of the room.

Imamu noticed the boy's sadness and smiled sweetly. "You did the right thing," he patted him on the back.

"Yes," Monthu huffed and began to walk away, "but I wish I could keep her around just a bit longer. Why do I have to stay here Imamu? It's so boring here! Isis won't let me go out into the world and see everything for myself. Why not?"

"Well I –"

"It doesn't matter," Monthu snorted, "because no one cares for me anyways." He grumbled under his breath and quickly left the room, Imamu sighing as he rushed after the boy before he got too far.

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"Woh kid, you look like you've gone to Hades and back," Daleel chuckled joyfully, the men around him laughing as Zahra jumped down and threw a knife at his feet. "HEY! –"

"Speak ill of the gods like that and you'll end up dying in a pit of fire," Zahra snorted and shoved him over, grabbing the bottle in his hand and glugging it down, "and besides I'd hate~ to see a man, such as yourself, dying before he had a chance to truly live."

"Oh is that so?" Daleel snorted, reaching for his bottle and falling down to the ground.

She used her foot to keep him on the ground and she glugged the rest of his alcohol, smashing the bottle against the ground and it shattered beside him. "Now where's these worthless men –"

"Over there," he hiccupped and pointed to the men watching them, their eyes coming into contact with her cold gaze. They all frowned and a few snarled, but Zahra wouldn't take anything they had to say. "Come now, help me up –"

"Help yourself up, you drunk," Zahra sighed and walked away, eyeing the men cautiously. She didn't like their gaze and they certainly didn't like her own, but if she was going to command a bunch of brutes she'd had to be firm. That was one mistake that almost lost her life on several occasions –

"Hey look it's Ranpu!" a man tried to wave, but she simply rolled her eyes.

"Gaius, I should have known you were up to this," she snorted, watching as the man almost fell over and eventually slumped over her shoulder.

"Come on~~. You need a break! Come have a drink with us –"

"I'm not drinking till we get the details of this mission settled," she snarled and flung his arm away, waking him from his daze slightly, "and I thought you would be smarter than this –"

"Hey~ I was just pulled out of the blue," he hiccupped, "and besides~ I didn't think I'd see you here –"

"Well plans change, so shut up already," she growled. Zahra looked over at Daleel, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and Gaius, who was wandering away from her in a drunken state about to hit a wall. She sighed and shook her head. None of her men were ready for her. Then there was only one thing to do, continue the investigation herself. She didn't need men. She never did! She only relied on her own wits anyways. They were only holding her back. Grumbling under her breath she grabbed a piece of stray paper from her pocket and quickly wrote a message, tying the note to Daleel's shirt. Then she walked into the bar, letting out a frustrated sigh as she walked up to the bartender and ignored all the gazes she got. "Hey do you know Daleel –"

"You're the woman he was waiting for?" the bartender huffed and looked out the door. "Well it seems you've just missed him –"

"If he ever walks back in here just give him this slip of paper," she sighed and gave him another paper she had written a similar note on. "If he wants to find me he can do it himself. Now if he wonders where I went I'm getting this business done so I can leave… alright?"

"Sure whatever," he snorted and tucked the paper under the counter, Zahra nodding and quickly leaving out the back doors. Sadly she hadn't noticed the eyes upon her, a few men walking out of the tavern to try to chase down the woman.

But before they could the woman disappeared into the night behind the corner of an alleyway, not a trace of her cloak to be seen for miles around. "Shit, Bakura's going to be annoyed," one of them snarled.

"Well whatever," another huffed. "I don't see why he told us to follow her and grab her anyways –"

"I have a feeling I do, but now is not the time to talk about it," the other sighed. "Now let's get back to the tavern. I'm starving~~!"

Zahra shook her head and chuckled under her breath, watching as the men disappeared back into the tavern. "Men are such dolts," she snorted, quickly finding a way off of the roof and jumping down onto a side street in case anyone saw her.

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Dark jaded green eyes stared into a village hidden away in the sandstorms of the desert, a perfect hiding spot for a group of murderous thugs. Zahra snarled under her breath, her search had fallen short here. After following the information she had gathered she found herself in the village of Pthah-em-Bai, an odd name for a place that looks to be deserted. Perhaps at one time this was a thriving community, but wars and famine in the area caused this place to be inhabitable. She knew of these places well. She liked spending time in nice secluded places, knowing no one would go out of their way to see if anyone was there. Now this was a place for the Tariqis to congregate and keep wanderers away. No one seemed to leave except for the occasional guards and a large group of soldiers to go with the tax collectors and take payments, usually in the middle of the night. She had spent several days watching them from afar, on top of a ridge overlooking the village. She was waiting to see if anyone else had followed her messages and made their way there, but she guessed no one would show up. Zahra was on her own for now.

She took her time to calculate the perfect plan into the village. Certain buildings were obviously being used for storage and housing, others for prisons. She wanted to know how many were there, but from the looks of the village there were prisoners underground as well as above. Some people would come out of the village battered and bruised, but most left as bodies to be thrown to the crocodiles. Night was when they were most active, but night was her best option for movement. When the large groups of guards left for the night Zahra would sneak into the village and into the prisons to see how many may be saved and if anyone she knew was laying waste in the bottom of the pits. It was a risky move, seeing as they slept during the day, but she wouldn't be undercover of the darkness if she moved in the day. Plus she could do her best techniques at night. Zahra just had to keep herself as quiet as a mouse. Leaving the position of the rocks she made her way down, hoping not to disturb even the grains of sand beneath her feet. She left her horse tied to a nearby rock, but she explained if the horse was seen that he could run. She'd find another way to escape, but for the horse to be captured would be another liability Zahra didn't have time for. Kalil stayed by the horse, ready to cut the reins with his teeth and alert Zahra of any danger. If she wasn't back by sunrise he would venture into the village after her, ready to kill if necessary.

She took her time, using the shadows to her advantage. She left the buildings that were lit alone and only ventured into those that were dim, only having to avoid the occasional guard. Zahra found a place to sneak in through the roof, climbing down and noticing how dark the building was. Only a torch lit every few yards, leaving her room to move within the shadows. When she finally came upon the prisoners she frowned, noticing the bruises, burns, and decay that showed on their bodies. They were obviously tortured for one reason or another, others simply wasting away without food and water. She cringed. A few, she could tell, were being used as experiments and had their limbs sewed back together, but at a beginner's attempt. Some prisoners had missing parts, like fingers or skin, and were reattached to other prisoners close by. A few of their chests she saw organs had been removed, perhaps seeing if a person would live if one organ was transferred from another person. Some were successful, but Zahra knew that many more died in the process. She was feeling sick to her stomach, but she had to move on. She could help them later, but she'd need a bigger plan. Continuing to walk in the darkness a faint voice began to call to her, Zahra looking over to find a shriveled up shell of a man reaching up for her in the shadows. "Skia~… Skia Diana…"

"Bes?" she gasped and rushed over to the cell, leaving the safety of the shadows to see him. "Y-ou ended up in here too –"

"Leave Ranpu, b-before they get to you too –"

"No," she growled and narrowed her eyes, "it is my mission to help you, everyone here –"

"I-I already tried and got caught," he coughed and pointed to himself, "and now look at me! Listen, d-don't ever come back here –"

"Don't argue with me," she growled. "This is my job. Now stay right there… I'll get you out." Bes had a look of doubt on his face as she left, but once she came back with the keys his eyes lit up. She quickly unlocked his door and unhooked his chains, letting him stumble to his feet before leaning onto her for support. "Hey I got you," she whispered to him, Bes grumbling under his breath about how incompetent he was while she only smirked. She had to get out of here before the guards found out someone was there, carrying Bes on her back as she rushed through the hallway. Looking at the people in the cells she hoped to come back in a few days, but right now she couldn't help them. If she let them escape they wouldn't have enough strength to leave. They'd all end up dead… and Zahra didn't want to find out how they tortured unwanted guests.

She rushed as fast as she could out of the village, dashing through the ridge and up to her horse. Kalil looked over as Zahra laid the man on the ground, grabbing her water and letting him slowly have his fill. "This is perfect evidence for Daleel," she huffed, helping the man onto her horse as she untied the reins and looked back to the village, "but I hope this place doesn't vanish on me. Come Kalil. We'll come back here soon enough." She let the horse walk till she felt they were far enough away from the village to run at full speed, trying to leave the misery behind her and hope she wasn't too late for Bes and the other prisoners.

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Zahra snarled, turning her head towards the desert before rushing into the quiet town. She quickly jumped off of the horse, Bes almost falling off before she could grab him. "Damn it all!" she snarled, carefully setting Bes on the ground. "Bes can you hear me?... BES?!"

"I-I… uuugh…" he sighed, Zahra noticing his eyes beginning to roll into the back of his head.

"Oh no you don't!" she growled and rustled into her bag, pulling out long strips of bandages and setting them beside her. She had to find the source of blood first, quickly noticing the goo coming from his chest. She ripped apart his shirt to find a set of stitches around his stomach area, the stitching coming apart. "Disgusting," she snarled. She quickly went to work, completely ignoring anyone who may be looking over at them. Zahra grabbed another few items out of her bag: some rags, a small kit with needles and thread, and some water and alcohol. Watering down a rag she tried to get as much of the blood out as she could, at least enough to see what was going on. She narrowed her eyes. One of his organs was replaced with another organ. It wasn't the stomach, but it was an organ what she knew was important in the body. After all every organ is needed in the body. Only a few could be replaced, but that was only a few. How she knew this? Well… she smirked; it's just something she figured out over the years.

If she didn't work quickly Bes wasn't going to make it. Zahra pulled out the thread that was keeping his skin together, a poor attempt to stitching she must add. Using one hand to keep pressure on his chest, she threaded her needle with her teeth in the other hand. Tying the thread she quickly sewed up his wound, doing a much better job than the person that sewed him before. Ignoring a sudden shriek behind her Zahra uncorked the alcohol bottle, slowly pouring it on his wound. Bes' eyes opened in shock and he cried out, the woman smirking as she began to hum casually and drink down the rest of the alcohol. "I thought I lost you," she chuckled lightly, though from her smug voice someone could hear a hint of nervousness in her tone.

"W-well you didn't," he groaned, his body surging through pain, "I was just t-aking a n-nap –"

"Nap my ass," she growled. "You should have told me they experimented on you before we left –"

"I-I'm not going t-to g-et you stop f-for me –"

"Nonsense. That's why I showed up," Zahra huffed, shoving a rag into his mouth. "Now shut up and bit down. I'm not finished yet." Bes frowned, but he didn't complain till the needle went back into his chest. "Damn it stay still!" she growled and sat on his legs, trying to pin him to the ground as she dug the needle back into his skin. "I can't heal you, for Ra's sake –"

"Don't start cursing the gods or you'll end up in a pit of fire," a voice came behind her and chuckled darkly, Zahra huffing under her breath and tried to ignore him. Daleel quickly frowned noticing the look of worry hidden in her eyes. He quickly knelt down and held Bes hands above his head, Zahra looking over at him with a smirk before her eyes hardened and she continued with her work. There were voices around them, a group gathering around them to gaze upon Bes or wonder why Daleel was helping the woman, but Zahra blocked the voices from her mind. She was looking for another voice in her mind, much quieter than those around her, and hoped she'd be given guidance if Bes started acting up again. Though that time never came, Zahra dabbing his newly stitched wounds with an alcohol-filled rag as he cringed in pain. Sighing she took out a small container, Daleel raising an eyebrow noticing how low the salve in the container was. "… You've been handing out your medicine, haven't you?"

"Of course I was," Zahra snorted, "but I don't think I'll have enough for the rest of them."

"Rest of them?" Daleel looked over at her confused.

Zahra snarled under her breath. "Damn the high priest that organized this. They're taking those they've captured and torturing them… even experiment. From the looks of Bes' chest his organ was replaced with that of a smaller animal, a sheep or goat I think." She let out a deep sigh, shaking her head before she got too angry and calming herself down as she began to wrap Bes' chest with the bandages. "… This is so underground Daleel. There are a few men in charge and they need… I think they should die," she narrowed her eyes, her face turning dark. "This isn't right. I don't even know how many will live if we open their cells. Bes could barely get out of his cell and he almost perished. Think of how many others are going to die if we don't go about this the right way –"

"But I don't exactly care about the others –"

"I do!" she looked up and glared at him, Daleel flinching at the dark green glow coming from her eyes. Then she blinked in confusion, noticing his movement away from her before looking to the ground in shame. "… If you're not willing to help the others then I'm leaving my post," she mumbled under her breath, low enough for him to hear, "because I'm never going to leave anyone behind, you understand me? They're already taking men and women, and I have a feeling they'll start taking children too. This has to stop."

Daleel let out a deep sigh, considering her proposal. "… Fine," he huffed, "but you won't come up with the plans. There is too much at stake and I know you've learned more then what we could understand. Plus you can heal those who get back… but I doubt that's what you're thinking."

"Nope," Zahra chuckled, shoving her items back into her bag and standing up. "Do what you want. Make sure everyone is gone… but I'm coming with you. People die all the time, but I want to save those I can," she tried to explain. "Look, I need to hunt down the men responsible for this. They're not getting out of this alive… and I have a feeling there's more to this then just experiments. I think there's a supernatural being involved."

"Why do you say that –"

"I felt a presence watching me when I was getting Bes out of his cell," she sighed. "I was careless. I walked into the light in my haste. The creature quickly sensed me and I could tell it was communicating with a human. So that'll mean they'll come after me now… they know who I am."

"Well this makes things harder –"

"That's why I insist on coming," she huffed. Zahra looked over at the men behind her, a few of them looking away to avoid her gaze as others walked over to Bes, but Daleel glared at them too causing them to stop in fright. "I can only move forward now. If that creature is what I think it is… well let's just say she better get on my side before I annihilate her," she smirked.

"She –"

"It's a woman that noticed me," Zahra winked. "I can tell by the way the creature is thinking when they sensed me. With Bes involved… this is becoming personal," she snarled, "and no one hurts my friends and family, ever."

Daleel smirked at her tone of voice, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "… Well, when you kill them don't go too overboard."

"Trust me, I'll do much more than that," Zahra snorted.

"Well I think this calls for a drink," Daleel chuckled and led her into the tavern where the others had moved Bes into, "and you should tell me what's going on."

"Sure, if you promise to stay sober till I'm done," she huffed.

"Fine!" he chuckled lightly, "but next time, make your directions easier to understand. I couldn't remember the words between left and right!"

"Gods you're hopeless!" Zahra laughed, letting Daleel pull out a seat for her at a table close to the corner as he ordered their drinks for the night.

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A/N: Oh boy! A new arc! Exciting right? XD And it seems to me there's many people looking for Zahra, though she has a knack for staying hidden so she shouldn't have any problems… probably… anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Not exactly the happiest of chapters, but it will get better, I promise ;3 SEE YOU LATER!

Monthu – Egyptian – falcon-god of war

Imamu – Swahili – spiritual guide

Gaius – Latin – lord

Pthah-em-bai – overseer or keeper of the bulls of Pthah

Bes – Egyptian – protector