Chapter Five

It had been a long night and just about every single night, I keep getting these weird dreams about Masika and Bomani were often in those. Some were good, and some were just sad.

Masika assured him that he wouldn't die, but he thought he would, but Masika refused to believe it. There had been a war and he had been injured, even more so than the last few times, she couldn't do much now for him, other than trying to ease his pain and just be there for him. She wouldn't let the children see him in that state, Bomani had asked her not to let them, this was not the way that he wanted them to remember him by, just in case he did die.

She struggled to keep her tears at bay while she sat next to her husband's cot, running her fingers through his hair, but failing miserably. She did not want to raise their three kids on her own, even if they were practically grown by now. Meskhenet was 16, she had gotten married last year, and was expecting their first grandchild, and their sons, Bes and Hasani were only 6 and 13. She had no clue on how to raise two boys, so she had to pray to every single god out there to keep him alive, just a little bit longer, she still needed him.

Then the dream shifted to another scene.

A couple weeks had passed, and Masika had been able to have him moved from the sick wing to their room, as the royal physician that he may start to heal a bit faster in his own familiar surroundings, but he was very pleased with the way he was healing already.

Masika went to check on Hasani, whom was fast asleep and then went to Bes's room. She smiled at their youngest child and then turned to walk out when she heard his voice.

"Mama, is papa going to be okay?" He asked. Masika walked over to her son.

"He'll be fine." She assured him. "He just needs rest." She said. "Give it time, he will be better." She couldn't say if he would be back to normal or not, because she didn't know, this wound had been pretty serious.

"Okay." Bes nodded with a yawn.

Masika smiled and kissed her son's head before leaving his room. She walked down the hall and then entered the room that she shared with Bomani. She could see that he was awake. "How are the boys?" He asked softly.

"They're worried about you, we all are." She murmured.

Bomani sighed. "I'll be fine." He made a gesture for her to come to bed and she did so moments later, getting settled beside him gently. He wrapped an arm around her softly. "After I'm healed, I'll be around for a long time."

Those dreams were really not letting me get much sleep. At all. It was quite annoying. I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep anytime soon, and I opened my eyes to find that it was just about nearing dawn. I could see that everyone was asleep, and I sat up very quietly, but apparently I wasn't quiet enough, as I Ardeth say my name.

"Sorry." I murmured softly. "I didn't mean to wake you."

He shook his head. "I was half awake anyway." He whispered. "You can't sleep?"

I hesitated, wondering whether or not I should tell him, but I decided to go ahead and tell him. "Well, not really." I shook my head. "Ardeth, do you know an ancient Egyptian by the name of Masika?" I asked him, wondering if he would know anything about it.

Ardeth looked as if he was trying to remember something, before he nodded. "Yes, I believe so, back in the time of Pharaoh Seti I, she was the daughter of the head of the guard." He said. "Is there anything in particular of why you asked?"

I told him of the dreams that I had been receiving, including the part of Bomani and how he had looked like him. And how I had looked like Masika.

Ardeth nodded. "I remember dreams like that in the past." He said. "I believe you are familiar with the term of reincarnation?"

I nodded.

He gently took my hand. "It all makes sense now." He said. And I knew what he was talking about. We were Masika and Bomani reincarnated, destined to find each other in each lifetime. We didn't have time to talk much more about it because the others started waking up as the sun came out.

We had been travelling all day on this thing, not one stop or anything, and it was starting to get old, fast, but I couldn't complain, at least this one was more stable than the airplane ride 9 years ago. That would be by far the worse ride ever.

It was getting dark, and Ardeth was standing near the side as Horus flew back and landed on his arm as I was flipping through the journal that my father had left me. "If a man does not embrace his past, he has no future." He placed Horus down before he sat once more.

"Look, even if I was some sort of sacred Medjai, what good does that do me now?" Rick asked, fumbling with something, I wasn't paying much attention.

"It is the missing piece of your heart." Ardeth told him. "If you embrace it, if you accept it, you can do anything."

"Sounds great. Listen." He said. "What can we expect from our old friend Imhotep?"

"His powers are returning." He said. "By the time he reaches Ahm Shere, even the Scorpion King won't be able to stop him."

I found a passage in a book that my grandfather had given me about a certain someone—or rather, certain people—and my eyes widened a bit at this information, and I turned to Ardeth and got his attention, and showed him the passage, and it was clear that he was just as surprised as I was.

He read over it before handing it back to me. "It's interesting." He told me in a low voice so my brother wouldn't overhear. "How fate works, and how we were both still born into the Medjai even in this life." He said softly as he put an arm around me.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Evy started screaming and caused me to jump slightly as she fell over the dirigible

"Evy!" Rick jumped after her, one hand hanging off the side. Ardeth and Jonathan went to help him. They finally got them both pulled back up and we all went to sit back down, me being between Ardeth and Evy.

"Evy, I know you haven't exactly been yourself lately with all these dreams and visions…" Rick said.

"No, no, they're memories from my previous life." She said. "Honestly, I'm not losing my mind. It all makes perfect sense now."

"And that's the reason we found the bracelet?"

"Exactly. I was its protector."

"Now do you believe, my friend?" Ardeth asked. "Clearly, you were destined to protect this woman."

"Right. She's a reincarnated Princess, and I'm a warrior for God." Rick said, a hint of sarcasm.

"And your son leads the way to Ahm Shere. Three sides of the pyramid." Ardeth stated. "This was all preordained thousands of years ago."

"And how does the story end?" Evy asked.

"Only the journey's written, not the destination." He looked at me for a second.

"Convenient." Rick said.

"How else do you explain Evy's visions?" Ardeth tried to get through to Rick. "That it is your son who wears the bracelet? How do you explain your mark?"

"Coincidence." Was Rick's answer and I had to shake my head slightly. I personally didn't believe in coincidences.

"My friend, there is a fine line between coincidence and fate."