Goddess: I hope you liked that one, though this chapter might be a tad shorter than that one. Dushu?

Dushu: Hi, I'm here to give you the disclaimer, since Calypso is currently in traction:Thwak

Goddess: Get on with it already!

Dushu: (holding head) Disclaimer: We don't own Ardeth, Humnaptra, or any of the dead people. I myself didn't kill any of these people, and if the CIA comes around asking, I was here the WHOLE time.

Goddess: DUSHU MAXWELL! SO HELP ME I'M SENDING YOU TO THE UNDERWORLD!

Dushu: Well, umm.. so she doesn't kill me...it wasn't me. We aren't making the money, we're not making profits. if we were, we'd be out of the country by now. :Thwak thwak:

Goddess: See you later folks.

Deeper into the pyramid I went, hearing the shouts of those mummified, and would have thought them nothing but memories, except for the explosion that shook the hall about me, and the agonized cry of one man.

He was caught in the explosion, a rock on his chest. The mummies were gathered around him, gathering to watch him die, as was the happening. He had been fatally wounded.

I couldn't handle this any longer. I would no longer sit by and not meddle in the affairs of the gods, be they Allah, or my own father. No more death from the people who sought to protect those that still offered up some worship of the Egyptian gods, some belief, memory, or even stories, which kept us as powerful as when we were born.

As I walked forward, towards this fallen man, it was as if I had walked out of one vision into a dusty and darker version of it. Stepping from a bubble, or appearing out of the shadows. All different ways I or my kin have been described as appearing to those that are human and more.

The mummies saw my shadow, feared for their rotted flesh, and tried to escape. They thought I was my father, but only for a moment. Turning to see a young looking girl dressed in the old fashion of Ancient Egypt, they attacked me, thinking I was nothing more than one of the pretty girls on the street.

With but a glance they withered away and turned to dust, screaming as they did so. My father would soon come to collect these souls once more. It was such a hassle for us to deal with the spells that brought souls to life again. But it was part of who we were, and we were tied to our oaths, and to the magic we showed our once proud people.

The man jerked his head towards me, when the dark shadow of the Jackal fell across his form in the flickering torchlight. His ragged breathing quickened as he realized who I might be. He could not see my face that I could tell. I saw the pain etched in his face, pain from breathing, pain from the wound caused by the explosion.

This man had chosen to sacrifice himself so that his friends might find the golden book, the book of Amun Ra. They had, and sent off an explosion to allow them to pass by the mummies, causing a cave in where this man lay dying, and they had no idea.

I reached for him, touched his face, wishing to ease his pain. I knew I could, but I did not know if I should. I warred with my thoughts. My father's rules, the laws of my people. His people. The Egyptians, nor their ideals of the God's they had worshipped, did not govern me. I was nameless, and I chose to help this man.

"Ardeth Bay. It is not yet your time to die. I have plans for you, young Medjai." I said.