~ It is my first try, but I've been forming this on my mind for a long
time. Please tell me your opinion about it, negative or positive. I must
apologize for any grammatical or spell errors, English is not my native
language. I don't own Ardeth, but I own Heterity, Hasan and all the other
characters who don't appear in the movies. If you want to use them, just
inform me first. Thank you.~
--A med-jai with long black hair, tall and muscular walked slowly through the desert without making any noise. His eyes appeared as if they were made of stone and deep anger and sorrow were written on his face. His senses however were sharp as ever and his composure was still that of a warrior. His right hand grasped his bow and the left hand was ready to draw arrows. His eye fell on a rock shaped like the head of a horse in front of him. Then he heard the noise, which as a warrior he immediately recognized. It was the sound of an arrow leaving the bowstring. Before he had time to bent he felt an arrow piercing the back of his neck. The sharp pain, the sound of his own blood dripping on the sand and then darkness. More pain, the sense that he was dying, the face of a dark-skinned med-jai with Nubian blood with a sarcastic smile on his lips. Dizziness, the world spinning. And then nothing.--
Ardeth Bay screamed and woke up sweating and breathing heavily. It was the same dream for the third time in the week. He, always dressed like an ancient Egyptian and with ancient weapons killed by this man- another med- jai. *Can this mean something? Maybe there is a danger, maybe I should be more careful. This is a clear warning*. Ardeth thought worried. He tried to fall asleep again but it was no good. He got up, dressed and watched the first light of dawn appearing on the sky. Another sleepless long night. Maybe he should take the council of someone older about these dreams.
--A med-jai with long black hair, tall and muscular walked slowly through the desert without making any noise. His eyes appeared as if they were made of stone and deep anger and sorrow were written on his face. His senses however were sharp as ever and his composure was still that of a warrior. His right hand grasped his bow and the left hand was ready to draw arrows. His eye fell on a rock shaped like the head of a horse in front of him. Then he heard the noise, which as a warrior he immediately recognized. It was the sound of an arrow leaving the bowstring. Before he had time to bent he felt an arrow piercing the back of his neck. The sharp pain, the sound of his own blood dripping on the sand and then darkness. More pain, the sense that he was dying, the face of a dark-skinned med-jai with Nubian blood with a sarcastic smile on his lips. Dizziness, the world spinning. And then nothing.--
Ardeth Bay screamed and woke up sweating and breathing heavily. It was the same dream for the third time in the week. He, always dressed like an ancient Egyptian and with ancient weapons killed by this man- another med- jai. *Can this mean something? Maybe there is a danger, maybe I should be more careful. This is a clear warning*. Ardeth thought worried. He tried to fall asleep again but it was no good. He got up, dressed and watched the first light of dawn appearing on the sky. Another sleepless long night. Maybe he should take the council of someone older about these dreams.