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Oh! Before I forget there is a new person POV at the beginning of this chapter… I hope you like it!

Warning: This chapter is Rated M for violence and language don't read if you don't like.


Chapter 7 – Rescue –

Ardeth

The Medjai Chieftain looked down from his perch upon the cliff the thirty Medjai warriors behind him shuffled around to get ready to go to the city below them. A man in dark robes walked his horse up next to the Chieftains, "Ardeth… shall I ready the men?" He asked turning his dark gaze to the Leader of the Medjai next to him.

"It is time." He said to his second in command, Laham. With a nod Laham called for the men to ready their horses. Below them the City of the Dead was in view. The fire light from the camp site below lit the city with an eerie glow causing shadows to bounce of the stone walls. With a rise of his hand and a call the warriors shrouded under the dark of night made their way into the city. The thundering of hooves and battle cries filled the air; waking the desert rats from their slumber. Along with them Belle was awakened by the sound of yelling and screaming. All around her there were men in dark clothing fighting the diggers and Asad's men. Ardeth swung his blade down striking down one of Asad's men with a yell. Another came to hit him from behind. He swung around and dodged it hitting the man in the face with the hilt of his sword and kicked his feet out from under him. He reached down and pulled the man to face him, "Why are you here?!" He asked. The man spat in his face and tried to take a swing at him and missed. Knowing he would get nothing from this man Ardeth trusted his blade into his chest puncturing his lung before returning into the fray. Ardeth was interrupted from his next prey by a scream; a woman's scream. Running to the direction of it he finds something he did not expect. Before him was a woman one that looked more native to the land but her cloths said otherwise. She was a foreigner; a French foreigner her dark hair unraveled from its tie as she brought her fist down into the face of the man she was fighting. She looked like a vengeful goddess with her eyes alight fierce with determination. The man in front of her was of a strong build and easily twice her size.


Belle

I awoke to the sound of horses and screaming. Once again the camp was under attack; desert riders in dark robes wielding scimitars where taking out Asad's men left and right. Maybe this time I can escape while they have their hands full with these guys but how do I get out of these ropes…?I looked around for anything I could cut the ropes with but the sound of footsteps coming my way made me stop my search. Looking up I saw Haidar making his way to where I was tied up. "Time to go girl," he said cutting my ropes with a small dagger. As soon as he reached for me to pull me up I kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could and tried to grab the dagger from his hand. "You bitch!" I guess I didn't hit him hard enough as he recovered quickly from the blow and slashed at my midsection giving me a gash to my right side. I screamed out in pain and anger as I lifted my leg once again and kicked him in crotch before bringing my fist down into his face as he bent over to hold himself. Taking the small blade from where it had landed in the sand I felt a sudden surge of energy and power run through me. I could feel the hate and disgust for this man flow through my veins and with little to no care at all I brought the dagger across his neck spilling his blood onto the sand. The crimson liquid coated the golden grains in a deep red. Looking away I turned to run only to be stopped by Asad. Damn it!

"Thought you could go and run off after killing one of my men did you?!" He yelled as he charged me. My grip loosened on the dagger in surprise at the sudden impacted of his body hitting mine. We fell to the ground; rolling around in the sand both fighting to get the knife that had fallen from my hand oblivious to all that was around us. I lost that fight as he grabbed the dagger just as my fingertips brushed against the hilt. "It's too bad I have to kill you. I would have loved to have fun with that pretty little body of yours." He placed the knife at my throat as his hand slipped down my sides stopping at the gash and dug his nails into it. I grit my teeth against the pain as he laughed like a mad man as he watched the blood ooze and drip from the wound. "Not so tough now are you. You're just a sad little girl a long way from home. Well I'm going to enjoy watching you squeal and beg for mercy!" His yellow grin widened as he dug his nails further causing me to scream and cry out wishing the pain would stop. He raised the dagger high above him to bring it down over my heart when he suddenly stopped with a grunt of pain. His eyes were as wide as saucers as his gaze lowered to his stomach where the point of a blade was sticking out having entered from his back through his gut. I looked behind him to see a man about 6'1" clocked in dark robes of black; his face was hidden by a black cloth hanging from his headdress but his deep brown eyes were visible and burning with hate for the man on top of me. He twisted the blade and pulled it back out of my captors back. Asad looked back into my eyes as the light faded from his, he gasped sharply before falling to the side. All I can do is stare at the man before me as he whipped his blade with a red cloth and placed it back at his waist. I finally came out of my stupor when he reaches down to pull me up from the blood stained sand. I wince and pull my arm from his as I placed my hand to my side; it was still bleeding heavily and I was beginning to fell dizzy. The adrenaline rush I had earlier had melted away and all that was left was exhaustion. He placed his arms around me and held most of my weight as I swayed on my feet my legs unable to hold me up any longer. I looked up into his eyes and became calm; for some strange reason I felt safe in his arms I felt like I could trust him to keep me out of harm. "Help… me…" was all I could say before submitting to the darkness that awaited me as I fell limp in the man's arms.


Ardeth

Ardeth tightened his hold on the woman as she became unconscious. He sighed as he looked around him. The fight was over and the people who posed a threat to the protection of the city were all dead and being buried; with minimum injuries to his warriors. The only thing that confused him was as to why there was a woman, a foreign woman out in the desert alone and with this group of thieves. He shook his head and resigned himself to look back on those thoughts later right know the woman needed his help and he needed to get his men back to their camp before sun up. Lifting the small woman into his arms nodding to Laham as he pasted by him to mount his horse placing the woman securely in front of him he turned to his men. Coming to ride next to his leader Laham looked at the woman in Ardeth's arms "She will need medical attention my lord." He nodded also looking down at the woman in his arms "Yes and soon. I can feel the heat of fever rise in her." He looked up at his men, "Yalla Imshi!" With a shout he and his warriors rode out into the desert night taking the woman with them.


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