This one is a bit longer this time, because I wanted to add a little scene with her family. And of course the dream scene. So, please, tell me what you think of this chapter! This one took a bit longer to come up with.

Chapter Four:

A young woman stood on the balcony watching the pharaoh's bodyguards leave in the cool night air. The pharaoh had been dead for a couple months now, and they discovered the High Priest was going to try to raise Anuck-Su-Namum, and now they were going after him.

A sound made her turn around and she smiled upon seeing the child. Her daughter.

"Meskhenet, what are you doing up?"

The child rubbed her eyes sleepily. "Where's papa?"

"Papa had to go to work, but he'll be back very shortly." Masika said, picking up her almost two-year-old daughter. "Come on, let's get you back to bed." Meskhenet didn't complain as she let her mother carry her back.

Masika carried Meskhenet back to her room and laid her down on her bed. "Mama, could you sing?" She asked.

Masika smiled. "Of course." She tucked her in and sat beside her and sung her a lullaby that her own mother used to sing to her when she was little. Before much longer, the toddler was asleep and she smiled, kissing her daughter's forehead and then went to stand in her doorway for a few minutes.

This little girl was the light of her parents lives, living proof of her parent's love. Masika wasn't sure how long she was standing there watching her daughter as she slept, but she felt two strong arms wrap around her and she instantly relaxed, leaning back, knowing who it was.

"I know I can always find you here." Bomani murmured, kissing her cheek before resting his chin on her shoulder. "Is she okay?"

"She's perfect." Masika replied. "It's still hard to believe that she's ours."

Bomani gave her a gentle smile. "Come on, let's go to bed; we'll need our energy for tomorrow." It was a known fact that Meskhenet was a very energetic child.

Masika nodded and with one last look at their daughter, she allowed herself to be led to bed.

I was gently being shaken awake. I opened my eyes to see Ardeth. "We're just about to land in Egypt." He told me softly.

I nodded. "Okay." I looked over to see Rick and Jonathan starting to wake up and within 20 minutes, we arrived at the Cairo airport.

Ardeth looked at us after we walked off the plane. "I need to go back to my people, get the commanders and I'll meet you in a few hours." He said.

Rick nodded and gave him a location.

Ardeth looked at me. "Do you want to come along?" He asked. It would be nice to see my grandfather again, and the others, if they still remembered me, so I nodded.

"Yeah, but I want to stop by my apartment first, check on Bast and get a couple things."

He nodded. "Of course."

30 minutes later, I had changed into fresh clothes, my usual dark pants and boots, gray long sleeved shirt, as well as a scarf around my neck, I brushed my hair to get the knots out and had a hair tie around my wrists. I had also feed Bast and made sure she had plenty of food and water.

I packed a bag with a few extra supplies and then we were ready to go. But not before we headed to the stables so he could get a horse and I could get Abrar. He may be 26 years old, but he was still going strong. Most horses can live anywhere from 25-30 years. I have known some horses to live until their 40's. I loved this horse, this was really the only thing that I had left of my father. My father had given Abrar to me before he died.

Abrar's sire was my father's stallion, and he had been sired by my grandfather's stallion. Basically, he came from a long line. I smiled a bit and fed him a carrot, I was aware of Ardeth's eyes on me. "How old is he now?"

"He's 26. I should probably start thinking about breeding him soon, before it's too late."

After I got Abrar saddled up, we went on our way. We stopped by the first 11 tribes first, and I stayed with Abrar until he was finished. Then we moved onto the last and smallest tribe. The one where I came from.

Once we arrived, Ardeth held the reins of Abrar until I got off. He led me to one of the tents in search to find the commander. I was quite aware of the eyes of the people on me and I could faintly hear my name and my father's name.

We entered the tent to find just the man we were looking. Saleem Massari; my grandfather. He had taken back over command after my father's death. He stood once we entered. "Ardeth, Aaliyah." He gave me a quick hug, I hugged him back.

"Jadd." I greeted, using the Arabic term for grandfather.

"I'm guessing it's time?"

Ardeth nodded. "It is Saleem, we have to be there in a couple hours." He said. I knew that he had gotten us here a bit earlier so I could see my grandparents. "I'll give you a little time with Aaliyah before we leave."

My grandfather nodded and Ardeth left the tent. "Imarah!" He called, and moments later an older looking woman came in view. My grandmother.

"Yes, what is it Sale-" She started, but then caught sight of me. "Oh, Aaliyah, it's so wonderful to see you!" She gave me a hug and I hugged her back with a small smile.

"It's good to see you too Jadda."

"I heard about your mother, I'm sorry."

I gave her a sad smile. "Thanks."

My grandfather looked over to my grandmother. "Why don't you get the stuff that Kahlil left her?"

"Oh!" My grandmother got a look of recognition on her face. "Of course! I'll be right back." She disappeared into another part of the tent. I looked over at my grandfather, curious.

"Your father had left you some things in case something had happened to him, and after he died, with everything going on, I forgot to give it to you before you and your mother left the tribe." He explained.

I nodded, understanding what he meant. It wasn't long before my grandmother came back with the stuff and set it on a table. He pulled a little stuffed dog out of the box and held it out to me. "Remember this?"

"Taruh!" I took it gently. "I remember him; baba gave me him when I was 3." I clutched the little stuffed dog to me. "I miss him." I whispered softly.

"Oh, darling." Jadda hugged me again while Jadd touched my arm for a moment. "We miss him too." She murmured.

Jadd pulled out also a journal/book looking thing and an envelope as well. "In here, your father wrote down our family's history and anything else that you would want to know, as well as a letter that he wrote you." He handed me those. He also handed me a tiny box of trinkets and a couple other things and it wasn't too long before we had to leave.

I hugged my grandmother again before we did. "I'll keep in touch Jadda; I promise I'll visit soon." She nodded and gave me a smile.

Jadd and I walked back to the other's and I placed the stuff that my grandfather had given me in my bag that I had hanging off Abrar's saddle, including Taruh. "I take it that this is Abrar?"

I nodded with a small smile as I petted my horse's neck before I swung onto his saddle. "Yeah, it is."

He nodded. "He has grown into a fine stallion."

Once my grandfather was settled, we left to go to the location that Rick had given Ardeth, only arriving about an hour or so later.

We arrived and I slid off of Abrar and handed the reins to my grandfather who was waiting by. "He'll be fine, and he'll be waiting for you when you get back." He promised. I nodded as I put my bag over my shoulder. Then Ardeth and I walked over to my brother, cousins and another man I didn't recognize.

"These are the commanders of the 12 tribes of the Medjai." He looked back and called for the falcon. "Horus!"

"Pet bird." Jonathan stated.

"My best and most clever friend." He said, stroking the falcon. "He will let the commanders know of our progress so that they may follow." He turned back to look at the commanders and wished them well, and then did the same before turning back around and leaving.

"If the Army of Anubis arises," He turned to look at the others again. "they will do all they can to stop it."

"Rick, ae you sure Izzy's reliable?" Evy asked as we walked towards where we needed to go. I had gotten the rundown of my brother and his old friend.

"Yeah, yeah, he's reliable-ish."

I stopped once I saw what we would be riding in, raising my eyebrow. What the hell was that thing?

"Isn't she beautiful?" I heard Izzy asked.

"It's a balloon." Rick stated.

"Oh! It's a dirigible." Izzy countered.

"Where's your airplane?"

"Airplanes are a thing of the past."

"Izzy, you were right." I watched my brother and Izzy going back and forth.

"I was?"

"Yeah. You're gonna get shot." He got out his gun and pointed it at him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! She's faster than she looks." Izzy said. "And she's quiet. Real quiet." He stated. "Perfect for sneaking up on people, which is a very good thing." Well, he had a point there.

"Unless, of course, we go with your approach barging in face-first, guns blazing and getting your friends shot in the ass!" He sounded very bitter about that. I gave my brother a questioning look, with an eyebrow raised, but he merely shrugged.

"Why can't you people ever keep your feet on the ground?" Ardeth shook his head slightly. I gave a heavy sigh as we boarded and 15 minutes later, we were up in the air.

It wasn't long before it was night, and I sat on the side, looking at the stars, sitting next to Ardeth and near Jonathan.

"O'Connell does not want to believe, but he flies like Horus towards his destiny."

"Yes, yes, very interesting. Tell me some more about this gold pyramid." Jonathan said. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at the antics of my cousin.

"Well, it is written at the time of the Scorpion King, no man who has laid eyes upon it has ever returned to tell the tale."

"Where is all this stuff written?" Jonathan asked. "Hello." He found the golden stick or whatever it was and reached for it. "Got it."

"Pretty nice, eh?" Jonathan asked. "This is all I have left in the world. The rest of my fortune was lost to some rather unscrupulous characters actually."

I rolled my eyes at this statement, unscrupulous characters alright, more like gambled it away.

"But if the curator reacted the way you say, it must be very important." Ardeth said. "If I were you, I would keep it close."

"My friend, the gods couldn't take this away from me." Then Izzy took it back after a struggle with Jonathan. Ardeth found it amusing, but I just shook my head and looked back at the stars.