This entire chapter is a sortof memory, all conversations between Ari and Rough or the Professor will appear in different brackets. Enjoy

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Chapter 6: In the Begining

The woman on the ground was moaning in pain as her body was seezed in a contraction. It lasted for a moment then relesed her.

"Well? What is taking so long!" The dark man standing beside the prone woman demanded.

"I am sorry my Lord." The Midwife said in low tones, handing a slightly damp cloth to the shaman to wipe the sweet from his brow. "But some times birthing takes time. Only the gods know how long it will be before your heir will take its first breath."

The man rored his displeasure. With no more thought then if he were striking a dog, the man backhanded the MidWife hard across the face. She fell with a slight gasp of pain. Her face turned a brilliant shade of magenta where the flesh of the man's hand had connected.

"If you would restrain your self, Saheb, I do need the skills of this midwife." The shaman said calmly, not looking up from his position between the womans legs.

The man just glared at the shaman, "Get up you worthless Cow!" He snarled at the cringing form of the midwife. Slowly she got back to her feet, swaying slightly

I would not be surprised if she had a concusion from that hit the professor stated calmly.

indeed not. As a mater of fact, that hit shattered part of her cheek bone, which later became infected and led to her death within a year. Ari's conscious voice replyied. The man before you is what would to day be the equivalent to a king or better yet a Pharo. His name is Mishend. And he rules over the nomadic people called the Rikens. There are only fifteen tribes at this time and they range over what you know know as Affrica, Asia, and most of Europe. Their power are only surpased by the temples.

The small explanation helped to clarify the situation some what.

(and Just what time are we in?) Rough asked.

The time is about 5 thousand years ago, long before the real settaling of Egypt and before most civilizations, wich actualy came from most of the 15 nomadic tribes. Not this one though. Ari's voice was soft and resigned on the last sentence.

(Why?)

You will see.

I think its starting to get intresting

As a mater of fact the sceen had progressed to the point that the woman laying prone on the ground was screeming and heaving as her contractions took hold enough to progress the pregnancy to the point that the crown of the babys head could be sceen.

"Finaly." Mishend remarked.

The shaman rapped out a set of orders so fast to the midwife that the others could not follow. Hot water was brought and cloths. soon with a final, percing screem the woman colapsed back on to the furs. The baby sliped from the mothers womb into the world. With a practace ease the shaman caught the babe, and with a swift swat to the butt, sent it squaling.

Its crys were loud and boysterious, proclaming to those beyond the tents walls that the babe had been born healthy.

Mishend's face was beaming! A grin split his face as his chest stuck out with obvious male pride. "MY son has been born."

(Capten Obvious)

SHUSH

Hardly wating for the midwife to clean the babe, he snached it from her arms and strode out of the tent, proclaming as he went, "BEHOLD! MY SON!"

the others watched him leave the tent, but hearing acomotion turned back to the pron figure on the ground.

"Quick, girl," The shaman had checked the woman over, feeling for the womans pulse and not finding it, "Get me a sharp knife, a life is in the balance!"

The midwife rushed to obay, quickly returning with the knife that they had used to cut the imbilical cord, she handed over the knife. "What is wrong, your grace?" The womans words were slightly slured and her left eye nearly swolen closed.

"The woman's life has expired, but there is still life there if we can act in time." with that the Shaman cut swiftly into the still protruding belly of the dead woman.

With quick motions, the shaman pulunged his hands into the exposed cavity and pulled out a smaller baby. working quickly, both the midwife and the shaman cleaned her, and with a small swat to the exposed bottom, cased the small bundle to draw in a breath and open wide bright clear eyes.

"I do not beleve it." The midwive's voice was low. her eyes had gone wide as she saw the childs eyes. with no hesitation she fell to her knees, bowing her head.

"Quickly child," the shaman spoke huridly to the kneeling midwife, "Do not! The master can not know the ledgend! this child's life is endanger as it is, we can not place it in further danger by revealing to much to soon!"

The woman rose, nodding her head.

Striding back through the flap in the tent, Mishend reintered carrying his son. He stoped short, taking in the sceen of the gore and blood. Then his eyes settled on the now cooing bundle next to the prone form of the mother of his son.

"What the fuck?"

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:) one more down, now on to the next! so tell me...should i let the shiek know or do we leave him in the dark?

oh and should i cross over this story? or leave it stricktly as an X-Men power trip?