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Peering into the gloom, Ardeth was shocked not to see anything, just simple darkness that starkly stared back at him, tempting him to jump in. Then a gust of wind echoed up the shaft, causing Ardeth to jump back into the wall behind him as the rest of the floor crumbled into the pit,
Ardeth cursing at the woman on his way down, struggling to keep himself to being crushed as large peices of stone clammered down. Seeing the floor now rush up at him, as his torch managed to hit the ground before him, Ardeth struggled to cover his face with his arms, feeling the large stones comming down towards him. Hitting the floor with a sharpness that took his breath away, Ardeth struggled to pull himself away from the falling peices of debris, managing only to scramble a few feet, feeling the stones rain down behind him, a few smaller ones even falling on him as he groaned, knowing soon he would have massive bruises, not to mention the fact that a rib or two must be broken as he took in sharp, painful gasps of air.
Struggling to see around the darkening corners, Ardeth knew he had to get up, and, while his struggling body protested, he managed to drag himself to his feet, shakely, and managed to wobble towards his torch. As he bent to grab the flamming bit of wood, which was, thankfully, still lit, Ardeth felt a large force hit him square in the chest, sending him backwards into a wall with a resounding thump, sliding down the wall to a crumpled up sitting position on the floor, as his head began to throb without mercy. Forcing his eyes open, Ardeth watched as a man, skinny and bald, wearing the traditional grab of one of the many ancient Pharoahs, moved towards Emira, his eyes dark, mouth closed in a thin line of anger, hurt pride radiating from the man. He moved a hand, quick as lighting, and managed to knock Emira off, what now Ardeth could see, was a large alter. Hitting the floor harshly, the young woman awoke with a start, and a slighy groan as she struggled to turn and see whom had knocked her so soundly. Her eyes widening at the man whom stood before her, as she turned to scramble back, moving as quickly as she could over the broken and protesting landscape. Watching as the man came towards her, having the advantage of being on his feet, and being unharmed, Emira struggled even harder to escape as he reached down, taking her arm roughly in his.
"Bravo Ankhasunamun. You've eluded me for far longer then I ever could have even predicted, but no longer. I tire of being stuck in this limbo of hell between life and death...and you shall help me on my way, your majesty!"
Snarling out the last words, the man started to drag the protest Emira across the floor hapshardedly, cuts started to form as blood seeped through Emira's stark yellow skirt and white blouse. Feeling her scream echo off the wall, Ardeth struggled to pull himself to his feet, reaching deep into his robe to draw his smicitar, when another gust of wind pushed him to the ground. The man stopped walking and turned to face Ardeth,
"I think not Medjai. You will NOT interfere this time!"
This distraction proved enough for Emira to quickly move and bite the man's arm, causing him to howl in pain and release her, and with a quick kick to the groin, causing the man to double over, Emira struggled to move away. Watching as his eyes began to burn with fire as he struggled after her, Emira vainly tried to move quicker towards the last standing wall, and towards the armed Medjai, knowing if she could get there, a knife wouldn't be far out of reach. Throwing her hand out to grab Ardeth's leg, Emira felt a hand snag her ankle, she turned, her dark eyes wide as anger frothing eyes met hers. The man spoke,
"Time to die, my queen."
A sicking smile spread across his lips, as Emira finally did what she had been longing to do since the start of the whole ordeal, she screamed her bloody head off. Seeing the man's smile widen at that as he drew an ancient knife, Emira felt tears gather at the edge of her eyes, closing them as she anticipated the blow that would surely come...when she heard a soft rumbling from above. Feeling her eyes snap open, Emira watched as the man's face showed chargin anger, and a slight ammount of fear as he released her, his eyes focusing on the ceiling above. Looking up Emira saw what was troubling the man, as small pebbles began to rain down on her, the rumbling increasing as the ceiling began to fall in larger chunks. Looking for one final time at her, and driving his knife into her leg, Emira screamed again as blood began to bubble out around the edges of the embedded object, her tears finally falling as she watched the man run into the hazey doom, no doubt leaving her and the strange desert man to die.
Feeling a hand reach out and grab her, Emira was shocked to see Ardeth yanking her away from the center of the floor, and towards the wall quickly, her body protesting as cuts were felt all over again. Upon reaching the wall, Ardeth pulled Emira under his body, pulling her into his chest as the world rained down upon them. The sound became unbearable as Emira squeezed her eyes shut, and covered her ears. The torrent lasted a few moments longer, then the sound quieted as the world was plunged into darkness.
TBC... Shortly
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