Deserts were known as quiet places at night, with only the sound of sand gently being blown by the wind. The only time there was anything out of the ordinary in these places was when storms blew through, or the occasional traveller moving to their next destination. This was the same for the Arabian Desert, its dunes reaching high towards the sky with the stars and moon giving the only light in this desolate place. The great Pyramids acting as landmarks for those traversing the area and as a sign, they were close to the city of Cairo. Tonight, however things were not quite ordinary.

The sound of fabric fluttering echoed through the sky, quite an odd sound to hear in such a place. The shimmer of moonlight reflecting of something flying through the air. Closer inspection revealed a humanoid figure struggling for air.

blood...pain...agony.

the only thought process she had right then. Her dirty blonde hair flying around her face. Blending into her brown, spotted wings that struggled for air. Her armour reflecting in the moonlight, revealing her pain-stricken face. She kept looking behind her, searching for anything or something.

Her hand slipped down to the wound on her stomach. The warm, sticky liquid seeped between her pale fingers. Damn it! How could she have been so carless, she had been so meticulous, planning her escape. But no, she fucked up and was now paying for it. Her vision blurred at the edges, she needed to get somewhere safe before she passed out or they find her. The sand hills sailed below her, but seemed to be getting closer with each beat.

Cries echoed behind her. Fuck. They found her! She started beating her wings faster, struggled to pick up speed and height. Sweat dripped down the side of her face, the wound now forgotten as more pressing issues began to arise. She had to get away from them, she had to.

The cries drew closer. She lifted her weapon, a scythe bracing for the inevitable confrontation. Movement flashed to her right, swinging her weapon, the figure managed to stop a dark sword from removing anything else from her…. Like her head.

"Give us it!" the swords owner hissed; his scar ridden face inches from her own.

"Give us the key!"

"NO!" she shoved the creature off, only to have another to slam into her. The moonlight lighting his face, revealing red eyes. They struggled in the air before crashing into the sand below. Using the momentum, she shoved the snath into his ribs, throwing him to the side. His scared companion however, claimed his place in the wrestling match. He swung his upwards towards her chest. She managed to block, locking them both in a stalemate. His shoulders shifted slightly before scale-covered wings surged forward. She moved further back across the dune.

His red eyed companion once again joined the fight by swinging his twin daggers at her. She moved sideways swinging up. Clipping one of the daggers sending it flying out of his hand into the air. The other slammed into the sand, kicking up the debris.

She took her chance then, taking off at full speed straight up into the air. Adrenalin kicking in, dulling the throb of her stomach. She began to pick up more speed and height with each beat of her wings. Get away! Like hell was she going to die in such a barren place.

Something flashed past her before appearing in front of her. Scar face with his sword slammed into her, forcing her to block. He pushed using his momentum to force her back down to the ground where she once was. Fuck. The sand came flying up to meet the two falling beings. She swung her scythe's end into his side, he grunted from the hit. He retaliated by punched her wound. She gasped from the sharp pain, forcing her to recoil back in time to hit the ground.

The first sounds were the sickening crack of the bones in her wings hitting the ground, her cry of pain, followed by the sound of...something else. Her eyes widened, matching the similar look of the other above her. There was a ripping sound that continued to stretch behind her. Something that sounded like metal groaned behind her as the ground gave way and the two resumed their decent into the unknown chamber below the sand.

First thing she saw was the bright lights that lined the ceiling of the chamber as they descended further down. she noticed figures. Humans? On different levels of the structure running towards the railings, watching them fall.

She could barely hear the sounds of shouting and an alarm system going off before the ground finally stopped the descent.

The next wave of pain was her back and already badly broken wings slamming into the ground with the other's weight pushing her further into the solid surface.

Her head hit the ground from the sudden stop of momentum. She saw stars and red...so much red. It hurts, it hurts so much! She could see the other figure descending down from the hole they made. Taking a deep breath, she collected what was left of her strength and forced the other off her. she rolled to the side hearing the clink of red eye's daggers scraping the ground of where she once was.

She pushed herself up near one of the walls of the underground chamber. She could hear the gasps and mutters of the humans that had begun to form a circle around the three. Guess they have never seen anything like us before. She would had smirked at the thought given the circumstances. However, she had a reality check when her vision blurred and darkened around the sides. She had to finish this quickly before she passed out in this place. Although that did leave another question as to what this place was and how the fuck she was meant to get out of there. Focus!

Taking a breath, she blocked out everything else. Moving slightly, she hooked the scythe behind her back before reaching and activating the hidden chain attached to its base. The two hissed, taking their own weapons, red eyes braced with his daggers, while scar face put his sword out in front of him.

Silence drifted over the three, waiting for the other to charge. She could hear the sounds of running and the murmur of the crowd in the background. I need to finish this quick! Scare face finally grew impatient, gritting his teeth before charging forward towards her. Time slowed as they began their charge. Red eyes threw one dagger at her.

She lunged forward, flicking the chain towards the dagger, activating the hooking mechanism to catch it before pulling it out of the way. The sword of the other strikes the snath of the scythe, allowing her to slide his blade to the side and slam her blade into his neck.

Blood spattered across her face and armour as his head flew from his body. She swung the scythe across her front, forcing the other to use his dagger to deflect it. She flicked the chain in front of her, causing the other dagger to fly back and imbed itself in its owner's neck.

The sick gurgling crept from him before he finally crumbling to the ground. Silence was all she heard as she slowed to a stop. The silence was too eerily, especially with the slow drips from her wounds that covered her body.

She locked the chain back into the snath and turned to look at her audience. Well…Shit. Eyes wide, filled with horror, people staring at what she had done in a matter of second. Guess you don't see that every day. Now that the main problem was taken care of, she could finally see what she had literally crashed into. Looking up she could faintly see the hole on the roof.

Returning her gaze down to the area she was in, she saw... aircraft? It had been a long time since she studied human, she could barely remember the words they used. Her eyes were soon drawn to a group that stepped out towards her.

At the head of the small group was a man in his late 40s, he spoke something but... She couldn't hear! She winced as the adrenaline faded and the pain slowly took over her system from the head wound and the burning of her broken wings.

She visions blurred and darkened more as she fell to her knees, hearing the clank of the scythe hitting the ground. NO! not now! She desperately held onto her weapon trying to hold herself up. The man stopped walking and yelled something to the group. Her head nodded forward begging for her to fall down into the darkness that beckoned her.

Her last memory before the unconscious world took her was a hand pressing into her shoulder, stopping her from reaching the ground.


Snath = the staff part of a scythe