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Chapter Four

Ja – kal's keen blue eyes snapped opened; something had awoken him from his deep slumber. Despite himself he yawned and rolled his aching shoulders. Sleeping in a sarcophagus was not what it was cracked up to be. His heart stopped (it still being in his chest cavity as the embalmer did not remove the organ) as he realised what had disturbed him.

Instinct caused him to wrap his mummified hand around his amulet. He felt the jolt of certainty that he had not felt in many, many long years. It was not a simple request for help… no… it was so much more than that!

He leaned heavily against the gilded lid of his sarcophagus and pushed. His mind was still reeling over the energy he had felt. It certainly was not his prince. No. This energy was more potent. Actually powerful was a better word to describe the feeling. It seemed so confident and assured without the slightest taint of panic. Help had been commanded from a calm and peaceful heart.

Ja- kal wasted no more time, the lid of his sarcophagus opened fully and he stepped out. The other three guardians also were clambering out from theirs also. No words were exchanged there was no need. Their eyes told him they too had felt the call.

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Pharaoh grabbed his reborn son's upper arm dragging him backwards a step or two. Confident that his command would be obeyed he strode from the room.

His steady gait brought him to the door and by Amanda Carnarvon who had fainted on the floor.

His large hand curled around his amulet before he even bothered to raise his eyes. A call of assistance from the guardians was all it would take.

But his gaze did turn upwards slowly to gauge what had caused the mother-of-his-son to faint. He dropped his amulet from his hand and his arms rested limply by his side as he blinked furiously in disbelief.

"I see that you are still buzzing around," Pharaoh commented somewhat dryly. His eyes hardened as he scornfully studied his son's murder. Even after the great length of time from the event he felt his anger rise and bubble within the pit of his stomach. The traitor made him feel physically sick!

If Scarab was surprised to see Pharaoh standing at Amanda's door he hid it very well. A small leer, enough to incense Pharaoh, appeared on his pale twisted lips. He bowed mockingly and cried in false excitement. "Your Majesty, welcome to the modern era."

Pharaoh hissed in anger and irritation. How dare the traitor mock him; the son of Ra! But Scarab seemed to be unmoved by Pharaoh's increasing ill temper towards him. He smiled as he spoke the next two words. "Shabtis attack!"

Astounded that Scarab would be as foolish as to attack his person, the Pharaoh of Upper and Lower Egypt was put of guard. He let out a starlted cry of rage as he backed into the entrance wall. His hand sort for any type of weapon. Finding a vase he smashed it over the Shabti's head.

"Boy run!" he cried over his shoulder before turning back to the task at hand. He hoped the boy would reach safety; just in case he failed to stop the Shabtis…. It was just a precaution…

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Paul heard Presley's yell of surprise and turned his head slightly. His action was quick enough to see Presley break his backwards fall with his arms. An ominous crack followed and Paul knew Presley had broken one of his arms. A bloody rock lay nearby.

Paul swore roughly as he realised one of the statue things had thrown the rock at Presley and effectively knocked him out. Something was telling him this was going to be a long night.

For a few brief moments he wavered, loosing all façade of cockiness. For the first time he was torn in what to do. Stand and fight or go to his son's aid?

Ahmed was standing a few paces away pulling out, as Presley had suggested, a cell phone. Paul grimaced knowing who he was calling; he could only hope his 'boss' would feel up to rescuing them. If not…

Paul lashed out upon the encroaching walking statues. He had backed down so that he now stood protectively over Presley's unconscious form. He put in all his energy into his punches and kicks as he heard Ahmed speaking rapidly in Arabic…

'Arabic? Hang on that's not right. Carter doesn't speak Arabic.' Paul thought as he punched another rock man, his knuckles were now bleeding from glass and from hitting rock repeatedly.

The Shabtis kept coming and very soon the struggle was over and Paul, Presley and Ahmed were bundled struggling and cursing (with the exception of Presley) into a van. The doors slammed shut and the engine started.

"Well," Paul said flicking his fringe out of the way glancing at Ahmed. "I told you working for me would be would be fun."

Ahmed scowled.

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Pharaoh blinked and shook his head. He sure he hadn't been knocked unconscious but something was not right. He blinked slowly again.

Where were the Shabtis? The last he remembered was he was fighting them. Now he was standing in the middle of the lounge room blinking absurdly around him.

Hearing footsteps he turned to see Amanda Carnarvon drag herself into the living room. She gasped as she noticed the broken glass and started looking frantically around for Presley.

"I told him to run," Pharaoh said thinly. Hoping that he had said that and it wasn't a figment of his imagination.

"Where would he have run too?" Amanda asked. "The kitchen door as been demolished and the glass…"

Pharaoh shook his head and rubbed his temples as if he had a headache. "I don't know."

Amanda tearfully handed Pharaoh a glass of water which he took gratefully and in silence. "I think you're in shock," Amanda whispered to no one in particular. Pharaoh's lips twitched. "You don't look much better yourself."

Four sets of footsteps careened through the front door simultaneously. Four badly dressed people dashed into the living room took in the sight of the broken glass, Pharaoh and Amanda.

"Your Majesty," they all murmured dropping to the floor.

Pharaoh crossed his arms across his chest and drew himself to his full height. "Ah. My son's guardians, my vassals, my friends, I was wondering when you would turn up."

Pharaoh drained the glass and handed it back to Amanda. "Nefer-Tina do be so kind as to escort Lady Amanda somewhere safe."

Nefer-Tina froze in horror. Dread pumped its way through her body. The other three guardians raised their chins slowly of the ground, while Nefer-Tina's dropped.

"What sort of fool would not know his best charioteer was a woman…"

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Sorry it has taken me sooooo long to update this one! I'm having fun and will continue until I finish it! I don't think it'll be very long though. Thanks to all that review it does make my day.

Next Chapter: Presley wakes up, we find out what Paul is up to who his boss is and who his friend is… (hopefully)