Emira turned away from Ardeth Bay, dismissing him quickly as she returned to reading the partchment that she had recently freed from its post in the wall, her attentions apparently elsewhere as Ardeth struggled to keep his cool. These women! Debating weither the strange woman was a threat or not, Ardeth moved to slowly replace his scimitar in his belt, deciding if he should simply throw her over his shoulder and carry her off back towards Cairo, dumping her along a well traveled path, or if he should simply leave her be for awhile, and see if she would eventually get bored and leave on her own. He quickly decided against the latter, even an innocent could stumble into the wrong path and awaken some monster. Ardeth knew in his gut that Imhotep wasn't the last in a line of swirling secrets that the Medjai struggled with their lives to protect.
"Ms. James, this is your last warning. Leave."
Emira didn't bother to even turn around, as Ardeth felt his anger flare. Who did this woman think she was? She didn't even acknowledge his presence as he spoke to her! Moving quickly, Ardeth's arm shot out and his hand quickly, and roughly, closed around Emira's upper arm. A quick gasp escaped her mouth as Ardeth tightened his grip and pulled her away, she started to protest, but found a dark rough hand covering her mouth. Struggling, Emira tried to wriggle out of Ardeth's hard grasp as he roughly pulled her along, away from the ancient city, and her belongings. Feeling him ram his elbow into her back to force her still, Ardeth cursed under his breath as he tried to hold the young woman long enough to at least get her hands tied. He failed when she roughly bit his hand, and managed a fairly on elbow ram into his gut, causing him to gasp in pain, and giving Emira enough time to wriggle free.
Moving quickly away from Ardeth, Emira searched quickly for something to put between her, and the now raging Medjai. Running quickly along the edge of the dune, watching as Ardeth recovered out of the corner of her eye, Emira felt herself run into the darker shadow of an ancient building, ducking down a corrider, and quickly doubling back down the next, her breathing ragged as she listened for Ardeth's footsteps, praying he hadn't been able to follow her this far. Feeling her chest heave as she struggled to get her breathing under control, Emira pondered why this strange man would wish her gone. As far as everyone knew, this land belonged to no one, no one but Egypt itself, she wasn't tresspassing. She had heard the strange stories though, of the men who guarded the deserts, but the stories were as varied as the winds that blew through the desert, many secrets still earthed under it's shifting sands. Feeling her heart rate begin to slow, and hearing no comming footsteps or breathing, Emira moved slightly, her hands feeling on the wall behind her...until it vanished and she felt her feet fall out from under her.
She felt the scream vibrating off the walls, before she relized it was her voice, screaming as she seemed to fall into an oblivion. She knew the Pharoahs would booby-trap their tombs, and apparently she had just fallen into one, she felt fear rising as her scream intensified, frightened by the thought of what death would await her at the bottom of the seemingly endless casasm. Her hands flailing uselessly as she struggled to grab onto something, she felt herself land heavily onto something hard and solid, feeling the air being knocked clean out of her as her conciousness faded away, black creeping over the edges of her vision.
Ardeth Bay had heard the screams from the young woman, and he had, unkown to Emira, been close behind her the whole time, going down a paralell corridor, torch in hand, fairly familiar with the corriders of Hamanaptura, execpt for the trap door the woman had fallen down. He could have sworn that wall that had opened up and swallowed her, was only a wall, just another of the beautiful antiquities that told the danger and mystery of his ancestors. Moving quicker to the shaft when heard the woman's screams abruptly stop, Ardeth leaned over in the darkess, moving his torch to try to see if the young woman had even survived the fall. If she was gone, her fatality would simply be another one of the many deaths and tragedies that occured to travelers alone in the desert.
TBC... Shortly
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