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Chapter Two
"Kida, we must leave now!" Asim yelled, grabbing her hand, and running. Kidashka gasped as a knife sailed past her head, nearly hitting Asim.
"Asim, watch out!" Kidashka said, and Asim pulled her out of the way, and into a small alcove of the palace, where they hid from the priests of Imhotep. Kidashka was terrified, and she clutched Asim tightly, burying her face in his chest.
"Kida, I promise that we will escape here, and we shall be safe." Asim promised his love, brushing her hair away from her face. Kidashka brought her eyes up to meet his.
"Do you swear, Asim?" Kidashka asked, looking desperately at the man she loved. Asim placed his hand on her cheek gently.
"I swear, Kida." He told her, and the two kissed tenderly.
"I love you, my Medjai warrior." Kidashka said after they broke apart, smiling.
"And I love you, my beautiful forbidden princess." Asim replied. The two embraced tightly, not wanting to let go of each other. Their moment was broken by the priests, who found their hiding place. Hands grabbed Asim and Kidashka, pulling them apart.
"Asim!" Kidashka screamed as she saw her love break away, and begin to fight against the priests, desperate to get back to her.
"Kida!" he yelled frantically. Kidashka let out a horrified scream, and struggled against her captors as the priests began to stab him from all sides.
"You said you wouldn't leave me!" she said, sobbing as she watched her love die, along with her heart. She was dragged away, and brought to kneel in front of the traitorous High Priest.
"You have broken the sacred laws, Princess." Imhotep said, smirking at her. Kidashka ignored the tears streaming down her face, and glared at the man she was supposed to marry.
"You have as well, High Priest. Know this: Asim and I will always find each other, for you can never truly kill love. It is eternal, much like your punishment shall be when my father finds out about you and Anck-Su-Namun." Kidashka said angrily. Imhotep merely continued smirking, and he took out a slim, sharp knife.
"And know this, Kidashka: If I cannot have you as my bride, then no man can have you. Especially not that filth Medjai. Every time that you are resurrected, you shall never find love, or each other, until I am defeated." Imhotep cursed the princess, before bringing the knife into Kidashka's heart, or what was left of it. She let out an agonizing scream, and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
Jasmine woke up with a small scream, and she shot up in her bed, gasping and clutching her chest. IT was not the first time she had that dream. However, the dreams had become more and more frequent as the years went on. Jasmine shook her head to clear herself of the remnants of her dream, and looked around to find her father, only to see a note from Rick, telling her that he had left early to find Evie and Jonathan at the docks. Jasmine smiled, and got out of her bed, and washed her face before changing out of her nightgown, and into a thin, pale red dress, reaching just below her knees, and Jasmine pulled on white leggings, along with red shoes the same shade as the dress. Jasmine put on a white hijab to protect her face from the desert sand and sun, knowing that she would need it on the boat as well, and pulled her bag on her shoulder, and left her apartment. Her packing was light. Just two other simple dresses, her two long knives, and a pistol that Rick had given her. Jasmine walked down to the docks, where she spotted Evie and Jonathan walking onto the boat.
"Evie!" she called, and the woman turned, smiling.
"Hello, Jasmine. I didn't think that you would be coming." Evie said as Jasmine joined them.
"I was able to convince my dad to let me come." She told her British friends.
"Who's your father?" Jonathan asked, and Jasmine opened her mouth, only to see Rick behind them, shaking his head slightly. Jasmine knew that it was dangerous, because Rick had many enemies.
"Oh, just a native. He and Mr. O'Connell are old friends." She said, and Rick smiled. Later, that night, Jasmine walked around the ship, and saw Evie sitting alone, reading a book.
"Hi Jasmine." She said as the young girl came closer.
"Hi Evie. Can I sit here?" Jasmine asked, and Evie nodded. After a moment of silence, Evie set her book down.
"So, what did you do back in Cairo?" she asked, and Jasmine smiled.
"I studied sword fighting, and how to read Ancient Egyptian. I'm now fluent, and I can read and write hieroglyphs." She said proudly, and Evie looked at her, shocked.
"That's incredible! I've never met anyone would could read the same things I could!" she exclaimed. Jasmine laughed.
"Evie, I have a question for you. It may seem strange, but please just answer it." Jasmine started, and Evie nodded, "What was it like, having both you parents for most of your life? And having Jonathan always there for you?" Evie looked confused for a moment.
"Well, my mother and father were not always around, with my father being an Egyptologist, and my mother going with him on digs, but when they were home it was the best. We would stay up late, me and Jonathan listening to their stories, and the stories of Ancient Egypt. Those were my favorite nights. When my mother and father died, it was hard, but I had Jonathan to help me through it. Why do you ask?" Evie said, and Jasmine sighed, curling up like a cat on her chair.
"My mother and father never cared about me. My father was an Egyptian scholar, and my mother was a dancer from Spain. When my mother's dancing troupe came to Cairo, she met my father, and they married, but never wanted a child. So, as soon as I was born, my parents dumped me in the Cairo Orphanage. The man I'm staying with, whom I call my father, is a friend of my birth father's. I'm an only child, so I never have had anyone to cry with or talk with." Jasmine said sadly. Evie looked at her for a moment, before reaching across the table, and taking Jasmine's hand gently.
"If you ever want to talk, Jasmine, I'm happy to listen." She said, smiling, and Jasmine gave her a grin.
"Thank you, Evie." She replied, and she looked down at her book that she had brought with her, happy to have a female mother figure in her life again. She was slightly startled when Evie let out a shriek, and she looked up to see Rick grinning at them.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." He said apologetically. Jasmine laughed quietly, and he smiled at her.
"The only thing that scares me, Mr. O'Connell, are your manners." Evie replied, looking at him through her glasses. Rick unrolled his pack, and Jasmine was unsurprised to see guns, and different weapons packed in there. Knowing that her father wouldn't mind, Jasmine picked through, and took out four small throwing knives, and a second pistol, knowing that it would come in handy.
"Did I miss something, or are we going into battle?" Evie asked, shocked as she ran her fingers over the guns. Rick sat down next to Jasmine, and began to clean his guns.
"There's something out there, lady. Something underneath that sand." Rick began, and Jasmine, having heard his stories before, excused herself, and walked to the shared room that she had with Evie. She sat down on her bed, thinking over her dream. It was strange, as if she was the one running with the man, Asim, as if it were she who was Kidashka. Jasmine shook her head, and laid back against her pillow, shutting her eyes as Evie walked in, clearly distracted. Jasmine smiled as Evie chided herself for focusing on Rick's kiss. She was startled, however, when Evie let out a scream. Jasmine jumped up, and saw Evie being held against the wall, by a man in black robes with a hook for a hand. Jasmine screamed, and the man turned to look at her.
"Where is the map?" he asked, looking between Evie and Jasmine. Jasmine didn't know what he was talking about, but Evie did.
"There, on the table." She said, nodding down to the small candle-lit table as best she could.
"And the key? Where is the key?" the man asked again, and Jasmine slowly moved to her bag, which she slipped over her shoulders carefully.
"Key? What key?" Evie asked, confused.
"Evelyn! Jasmine!" Rick yelled, kicking their bedroom door open, his guns out.
"O'Connell!" Evie said, and Rick shot at the man, then shot the lamp hanging by their window, making the flame spread to the couch.
"Time to go!" Rick shouted, and grabbed Evie's arm, and pushing her out of the room. Jasmine grabbed her father's hand, and he ran out of the room with her.
"The map! We forgot the map!" Evie exclaimed, turning to run back to the flaming room, but Rick caught her arm, and pulled her along.
"Relax, I'm the map. It's all up here." He said, tapping his head with a finger. Jasmine laughed slightly, especially when Evie rolled her eyes. The three stood against a wall, Rick loading his guns as shots came closer and closer to him. Jasmine let out a small shriek when a bullet came close to her father's chest, but sighed in relief when Evie pulled him out of the way. Jasmine hid behind Rick as he shot at the black-clad men on the boat.
"Can you swim?" Rick asked Evie, who nodded.
"If the occasion calls for it!" she said.
"It calls for it!" Rick shouted back, and picked Evie up in his arms, and tossed her over the side. Jasmine was about to jump after Evie, but she stopped, and kissed Rick's cheek.
"Be careful, Dad." She said, before jumping after her friend.
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