Hello readers sorry for the wait college finals and all. I'm out for Christmas break so here is the new chapter I promised. I wanted this out for New Year's. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I have No ownership of The Mummy except for the DVD's and my own OC's
Warning: This chapter is Rated M for violence and language don't read if you don't like.
- Chapter 8 – Meeting the Medjai
Ardeth's men cast curious glances at the young woman that lay in the tent on the far end of the camp. The night had long turned into day and the sun was once again at its lowest point in the sky. The small oasis that they made as a rest point the night before had given the group of men shade from the burning heat of the day and water for the horses. The tent was nothing but a drape of heavy cloth over wooden poles stuck in the sand; it wasn't much but it provided shade and kept the sun from burning the woman's skin. Ardeth had tended to the girls wounds and wrapped them to keep the area free of sand and dirt. She had yet to wake and Ardeth began to worry when she developed a fever later that morning. Laham looked over at his Chieftain place another cool cloth onto the girl's forehead after bringing it across her face and neck to cool her skin down. He had been at it since mid-morning and she seemed to be getting worse by the minute. Laham shook his head and made his was over to the tent where his Lord sat next to the woman's head.
"Any change My Lord?" he asked; lifting the once cool bowl of water now warm from the desert heat. The Chieftain sighed and looked down at the woman unconscious before him.
"No Laham. She seems to be getting worse and I can't get her fever to lessen." He moved from the tent with Laham right behind him; taking the bowl from him he made his way to the still waters of the oasis. His mind drifted to the previous night's events. What was she doing there? And why was she in the desert in the first place? He stud back up the bowl once again filled with the cool water. He looked down into the water with a frown. If he wanted her to get better he would have to take her to see a doctor in the city. They were too far away to reach the tribe and she would not last long in this heat. The woman fell in and out of consciousness throughout the night and day she had been with them only conscious long enough to be given water. He often heard her mumbling in her fevered sleep in a language he did not know but had heard being spoken in the city. She now lay in a fitful sleep with the fever raging in her rising and him being no healer; know not what to do to help her.
Walking back into the tent he was surprised to see her conscious once again her eyes glazed over with fever and pain from the wound at her side. She tried to sit up but only to fall back onto the blankets that she lay upon.
"Stay down. You're injured and you have a very high fever." She blinked and looked around the tent, outside it at the men moving around camp, and then back to Ardeth. She opened her mouth to speak but could only cough; her body shaking with each dry rasp of breath as she tried to clear her airways. Ardeth helped her to sit up and rubbed her back to ease her breathing. He took a small bowl and dipped it into the water and handed it to her to drink when the coughs subsided. The woman breathed a sigh as he helped her to lie back down.
"Thank you for saving me and helping me," She said in a soft voice full of gratitude. "If you do not mind me asking what is your name and where I am?"
He answered her as she slowly slipped back to sleep. "My name is Ardeth Bay and you are with the Medjai. You are safe." And she slipped back into the darkness of sleep once again.
Belle
The next time I awoke it was night once again and the desert air was cold and a light breeze filled the air with the scent of the palm trees that bordered the oasis. The fever that I had for the most part of the day and night had gone down but my body still shook with the fever that lingered. A wave of dizziness hit me as I set up letting the blanket that covered my shoulders drop to my lap. I glance around the small tent to see a small bowl of water waiting for me; picking it up I take slow sips and when I had my feel used the rest to wash my face and cool my skin; the night air helped chill the water droplets that lingered on my skin. I had a clear view of the camp before me men moved about some taking care of the horses, others could be seen sitting around a fire eating and laughing with their friends. A few where scattered around the campsite either talking in their own groups or lay down to rest and farther away I could see two of the men taking watch for the night.
My gaze drifted to one of the men that where taking watch I is back was turned away from her but she could see the side of his face as he turned to speak to the man beside him a frown etched on to his dark features his dark eyes glittered in the moon light and his dark hair fell about his shoulders loss from its cloth rap and headdress that had hidden his hair from view earlier. So this is Ardeth Bay. Her eyes followed his straight nose to his full lips and down to his strong jaw that was covered in facial hair a bread and a mustache covered his lower face in a clean cut. What struck her the most about the man where the markings on his cheeks and forehead they were a type of hieroglyphics; in fact all the men had some type of marking or another on them. These men saved and helped her; the Medjai great desert warriors of old. She remembered her grandfather telling her about during Pharaoh Seti I rule he had enlisted the service of the Medjai to be his sacred bodyguards. These thought brought tears to her eyes at the thought of her grandfather she missed him so much. Now that she was no longer a captive she finally took the time to grieve for her murdered grandfather for he was all the family she had left and he was gone now as well. She let the tears fall and felt exhaustion hit her like a heavy fog as she lay upon the blankets once again she cried for her family and for herself and fell into a fitful fever sleep wishing to not dream but the silent request was denied and she spent the rest of the night with dark and fearful dreams of a past she knew nothing of and of the family she has lost.
Word Count: 1,279
Well that's it guys Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! The next chapter will be out hopefully tomorrow for New Year's until then…
DovieDM-1991-Promised Wings signing out!
