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In 1942, an Egyptologist named Iain Caine, finds himself stranded and alone on another planet.
Through his fumbling around, trying to find his way back to Earth, he lands himself deep within a forest.
With no choice but to learn to survive on his own, he encounters a native people, who agree to teach him their ways.
He not only learns how to hunt, but also to fight. Fight for his own survival and to fight for the survival of others.
His story takes you from one adventure to another, learning a new language, a new way of life and experiencing their brutal side of battle.
Through all of this, the plot to what happened to these people 4,000 of their years ago begins to unfold.

Chapter 1

Below the subterranean chambers

Tuesday 17th of November, 1942. 7.42pm.
I was staying at this cranky little bed sit in Cairo, where there was nothing much but a small neglected chair and small table, I hadn’t used it for a day or two and already there was a thick layer of dust on it. It was hard to imagine you get kind of used to these conditions after a week or so.
The netting around my wire framed bed was just able to keep most of the annoying mosquitoes away.
The only thing which took your mind away from the dust and flies, were the sounds of the busy market place close by. Barters were always squabbling, trying to get cunning deals on things.
Ironically, many of the people owned their own stalls and sold what they’d just brought at a much higher price.
There was this little building about two minutes walking distance from here, where you could have a drink or two, albeit the beers were a little warm, but it was beer all the same.
I’d been here now for two weeks, so I was missing Tina somewhat. Strange how I ended up dating the very girl I used to watch dancing in the White Horse. She was so forward with people when she was drunk. The American pilots circled her all the time, like cats on heat, but it’s good to know she’s calmed down a lot since she and I got together.
I was normally here for at least a month at a time, but by now I was considering staying here for a while longer, going by the findings Peter and I had been coming across during the past few days.
I had become friends with three other Egyptologists, who had been living in Cairo for nigh on 10 years now. It was amazing the things they’d learnt and many of them shared the same thoughts as my father. Hey, even I was beginning to think like him these days.
November 19th 1942. 3.30am
I had this dream during the night and it scared the crap out of me.
“Iain!” said this young female voice, “Get up.”
I got out of bed and opened the door.
“Who’s there?”
I wandered outside, to realise it was still night time.
Around me, were the sounds of many children laughing joyfully, which was strange in itself, as who would be up at this time of night?
As the laughing grew louder, so too did it begin to echo through the streets, making it difficult to know where the children were coming from.
It was then, I saw the children running as fast as they could from around the corner at the bottom of the street. As I watched on, one by one they began to fall over, as though dying on the spot.
Above the roof tops, I could make out an orange glow pulsating, suggesting the whole town was on fire and I felt my heart begin to beat faster.
“You must leave.” The female voice urged me.
Yet I couldn’t move from being mesmerised by the one child still standing, as she looked at me warmly.
She stood there for only a short while before her body began to go limp. Her face changed to that of exhaustion and she collapsed to the ground, dead.
“What’s going on here?” I puzzled, growing increasingly anxious.
Making me jump, a loud and intense thus boomed, as the buildings and ground around me vibrated and a huge plume of smoke and dust erupted into the air behind the roof tops. I started to appreciate how dangerously close this inferno was getting, so started to walk hastily in the opposite direction.
“The Germans have reached Cairo.” I thought out loud.
As I began to take the next turn, heading down this very thin ally, I felt a strange and abrupt sensation of being blocked.
“Not that way.” She insisted.
I had no idea why I was listening to that voice, yet I chose to do as it said, so I turned back the way I came and headed instinctively toward the Pyramids.
Behind me, I could hear hundreds of people screaming, crying and calling out for help.
“Where’s the gunfire?” I thought to myself.
Once outside the entrance of the Khafre Pyramid, I turned round, knowing I was high enough to see what was going on.
To my complete surprise, everything went deathly quiet. No screams, no explosions and no-one running around.
All I could see was the town already nothing but blacken ruins and the remaining ambers burning out. Everything had been destroyed.
As I searched harder, I could make out the blackened outlines of a group of people, who had obviously gathered together and stayed there, in hope of being saved.
“What happened here? Why are there no tanks, or German soldiers?”
“This is what will become.” She said.
Somehow, knowing what she was talking about, I turned to walk into the pyramid.
As I did, I became shocked at the sight of an enormous ball of light right in front of me, roughly ten feet in diameter hovering about two feet above the ground.
I stared at it, now completely paralysed, to see its surface ripple softly like it was made of water. Emanating from within this was this subtle yet continuous very high pitched note, almost too high for me to hear.
Was it the rippling effect, or this sound, that was luring me in? It was like it was inviting me in, offering me something new and magical.
I searched around me, remembering where I was and pondered over the only one choice I had left.
But as I took the first step, my attention was joyfully interrupted by the sound of more children laughing.
I sharply turned my head to see where they were.
It was then I woke up, quickly sitting up in panic, a little out of breath and my heart racing.
“What was that all about?”
Going by the colour of the sky, which I could see through a tear in the curtains, it was still early in the morning. About 3:30, if I remember rightly.
I sat up in bed for a short while longer, feeling haunted by what I’d seen. Outside, the sounds of everyday life continued regardless but I had the sensation of the day closing, giving that ominous dread that this was the calm before the storm.
I’d had these kinds of dreams before, but this was by far the most detailed and most specific of them all.
I looked back aimlessly at the beam of sunshine coming in through the tear in the curtain, wanting this unbearable feeling to go away.
The sun, sneaking its way into the room, created shadows from the chair and table, which crept their way up the wall in the most haunting fashion.
My stubble gave me that itchy and dirty feeling and I must have come across a long forgotten war torn hero, who hadn’t washed for weeks!
Before getting up, I decided to write this dream down in my diary.
I wondered if there was a pattern emerging from them.
Finally, I went over to the mirror, wondering if I looked the way I felt and gave a slight chuckle.
“Good morning, Mr Iain Caine.” I said, looking gauntly at myself.
Having decided it wise to have a basic wash at least, I picked up the jug of water, which I had collected last night and filled the sink.
As the water rinsed off my arms and face, the urge to go to the pyramid of Khafre strongly played on my mind, but why?
My short brown hair wasn’t as short as I preferred, so these days I’d wake up with a really bad hair day. I wet my hair lightly and roughed it up a bit. There, bad hair style converted to rough and ready look. No comb required.
Every time I looked into a mirror, I was always reminded of the scar near my left ear. That was the day I got into a pub brawl. I didn’t even know how it started, but when someone punched me in the back of the head, I knew I was going to get involved. The following morning I found out that a local from Sudbury insulted a yank pilot by kissing his wife!
How people could say I looked younger than 34, was beyond me. The wrinkles on my face and the stubble surely made me look a lot older.
I washed the remainder of the dirt and sweat from my face to remember the blood blister under my nail, a sure sign of my dedication to Egyptology. Next time, when I used a hammer, I needed to hit the chisel, not my finger.
I looked at myself in the mirror once more and sighed.
“Off you go then!” I concluded reluctantly.
The voices from the market at this time of the morning, were dampened to a mere few, as the people organised their artefacts ready for another busy day with tourists and passers-by.
I knew the infamous gang of children here were very likely planning their escape routes when they pick pocketed the uneducated tourists.
Speaking of the gang, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in.” I said.
Opening the door and walking in was Keket, a 13 year old girl.
“You are up early!” She noticed, looking a little surprised.
“You could say I’m keen.”
“What, to get to your dig site?”
“Something like that, yes.”
“There are already a few people walking around this morning.” She advised me, “This place will get very busy during the day.”
“Good news for you then Keket.”
She smiled, knowing this was going to be a good day for stealing food and valuable items.
“How are you by the way?” I smiled, remembering my manners.
“A little hungry.” She replied, looking at my bag like any curious thief would.
“Oh, ok,” I conceded, “but this is for your breakfast, ok? I can’t guarantee cigarettes will fill empty stomachs.”
Her devious smile was perhaps the reason I trusted her as much as I did. I opened my tatty black bag and reached inside a special pocket of which I kept my money in, especially for Ptah and his gang. “15 piasters, Keket. Spend it wisely.”
She took the money whilst wearing a huge and grateful smile, indeed 15 piasters was about £2, which to these people, was a generous amount of money.
I keenly closed my bag and made ready for yet another hard and dusty day.
With Keket stepping to one side, I walked outside to weigh up what kind of a day it was going to be. A soft breeze blew through me, already putting my morale on a high.
Around me, the daily routine of life seemed to carry on, regardless of how I was feeling. A few children ran past me, laughing from the game of chase they were playing.
“How strange.” I thought out loud.
After a quick shrug, I moved on, wanting to be ready for the day ahead. I then went briefly back indoors to collect as many of my excavation tools as I could, bundling them into my bag hurriedly.
Keket went outside, as I followed her promptly, very thankful for leaving this decrepit bed sit for yet another day.
An old man walked clumsily passed, with his long tattered and dirty clothing, suggesting he was on his way home at last. His old and drunken face gave tales of his long night of drinking himself stupid.
He looked at Keket straight away in a menacing fashion. Not many people had a liking to her, knowing she, along with all her friends, was a thief. She was one of many children who were harshly judged?
Standing briefly outside, I could see the market was in its early bloom, as the “early birds” if you like, were buying what they could before the hustle and bustle truly began.
“How is Aapep these days?” I asked Keket.
“He is ok, I guess. His brother, Ptah never leaves his side.”
“I knew Sekhmet and Panhsj only a little, but I know they were good parents to them.”
“I’ll have to have a chat with Aapep next time.” I mentioned, “I don’t think he’s ready to take charge of your gang.”
“Akhenaten is about to challenge him for being top dog.”
“Really? That’s not good for Aapep.”
Children were running around, playing football with this old, half flat leather ball.
“Geoff did a good thing by giving them that ball.” I commented.
“You miss him still?”
“He was a good friend to me,” I answered, “and I can still blame him for all the hangovers I had to endure.”
Luckily Talutah, my horse, was not going to have to take me very far today, as the Pyramids were only a 15 minute ride.
“You should not leave her tied up outside your home.” Keket insisted, “She will get stolen.”
“Not when I have a gang like yours around to keep her safe.”
“It is lucky for you, that I gave her food and water this morning.”
“You’ve done that already?” I laughed.
After securing the saddle and reins on Talutah, we set our way towards the pyramids.
As we rode through the remainder of the market, leaving the outskirts of Cairo, the place seemed somehow different, almost like I knew things were going to change around here.
“I’m worried about the cough Panhsj has developed.” I announced.
“He is one of many these days.”
“How do you mean?”
“I know quite a few people now who cough the same way. I have heard that five people have died from it already.”
At last we met up with Peter, another chap I’d got to know from the local.
“I must leave you now,” Keket announced, “I must meet up with my friends.”
“Take good care of yourself Keket and don’t get caught this time.”
I gave Keket a warming cuddle and quick kiss on the cheek of which put a smile on her face, as she ran off back toward the Market.
“Why you entertain that child, I will never know.” Peter joked.
I smiled at him and watched Keket run out of sight, around a corner.
“Sometimes,” I stated, “you have to see the better in people.”
“So what gets you up this early Peter?”
“I actually came to see you.”
“What, at this time of the morning?”
“Ah.” He replied, tapping his nose, “We have something to show you.”
“Ak-nahiah and I.”
“So what is it?”
“Follow me and find out.”
Along the way, Peter went on to joke about me running off with all the treasure we might find, so I informed him, if he hadn’t seen it before me, then more fool him!
I started to tell him about the dream I had last night, to which he seemed keen to listen, taking it all in, though inside I knew he was just being polite and simply agreed with everything I said.
We’d finally reached the Pyramid of Khafre, where there seemed to be very little activity. Only a few people were around with their tools, cleaning up small remnants of pots, broken artefacts and so on.
With our horses tied to the posts provided, we proceeded to enter the pyramid, when Ak-nahiah, a young female appeared out of nowhere.
“He found you then!” She said, smiling cunningly.
Her amazing accent encroached me every time she spoke, something Tina would never find out.
I couldn’t help but stare, trying to see what the tattoo was on her forehead, but unfortunately it was covered over by this amazing chainmail head dress, which covered both her forehead and nose.
“Stop staring!” Peter nudged me.
Quickly realising how rude I was being, I looked away, pretending to look about the ground.
“Iain,” She laughed, “I will one day show you the tattoo, ok?”
That was the point where I felt myself cringe with embarrassment.
Secretly, I wanted to tell her how much she enchanted me, but I always pulled myself back, worried how I might come across to her. Something in her smile told me she knew I was holding back. I swear blind she sensed something from me when I touched her hand for the first time. It left me speechless.
This was not about being in love with her. Crikey no, I was courting Tina and I was very happy with my life. With Ak-nahiah, it was about who she was, how she reacted towards things. Where poverty and war was common place for us, to Ak-nahiah, it all seemed to frustrate her, in a big way. Perhaps her country had never seen war before now.
“I have noticed a few people hanging around here.” She pointed out.
“And?” Peter wondered, “What’s so different about that?”
“It is the way in which they keep looking at me.”
“I think it has something to do with how tall you are.” I reminded her, “Being over seven foot tall, you should know better by now.”
“No, it’s not that. There is something else about them.”
“Well,” Peter suggested, “if they bother you that much, perhaps we should confront them.”
“No,” She insisted politely, “I am most likely being paranoid.”
“Well, we’ll keep an eye on them all the same.” I said, “So what is it you two wanted to show me?
“Walk this way.” Peter replied.
We had to come to a stop, when we all heard a noise, like someone was following us. Peter volunteered to go back and see if anyone was indeed following us.
“Do you think it’s the people you were concerned about?” I asked.
Ak-nahiah gave no reply, though I could see the anxiety in her face, so I swiftly thought it a good idea to get my pistol out ready.
“Who would have thought I might have need for this in a pyramid?”
With a huge sigh of relief, Peter came eventually back.
“Well?” I asked.
“So what was it?”
“I have no idea, but whatever it was, it’s not there now.”
As we pushed on, I realised they were leading me to the Queen’s chamber, but Ak-nahiah had this strange and fearful look about her, causing me to worry over what it was they were going to show me. Something was definitely making her uneasy.
“Are you ok?” I asked her.
“Soni eed, iquay.”
She sharply gave a look like she had quickly remembered something.
“It means, I am fine, thank you.”
“You never told me what country you came from.”
“Perhaps later.”
After a short while longer, Ak-nahiah broke the silence.
“I have a truth to tell you.” She confessed to me.
“You do?”
“A few days ago, I found your diary.”
I stopped, dreading to know where this was leading.
“You read it, didn’t you.”
I looked around with an embarrassed smile and started laughing lightly, hoping to joke it off.
“You are a very handsome man and you have a good heart.”
“What did it say Ak-nahiah?” Peter joked, “Come on, spill the beans!”
“Shut up Peter.” I smiled sarcastically.
“Oh!” He immediately caught on, “and now she knows?”
“You knew of this also?” Ak-nahiah questioned him.
“Well,” He shrugged, “I might have known something about it.”
I promptly put my dust ridden shirt over my face, to hide my shame.
“Don’t be so hard on him Ak-nahiah, just because he’s in love with you.”
“I’m not in love with her.”
“Tina’s going to kill you.” He started chanting.
Ak-nahiah strolled over to me whilst smiling.
“Iain’s in trouble now!” He added.
“Ignore him.” She said, taking hold of my hand, “It is nice that you think of me in that way.”
“I’m not in love with you.”
“I know. It is nice to have a friend like you and one who thinks of me so highly.”
“You’re not angry with me?”
“Why would I be?”
I had to admit, it caught me off guard as to how I didn’t make her feel uncomfortable.
Sure enough, we’d reached the queens chamber and both of them stood there looking at me, as though waiting for me to react.
Peter shrugged his shoulders, somewhat surprised.
“Have you not noticed anything yet?”
“Noticed what?”
“Come on Iain, you’re an expert at noticing things.”
I keenly started to scan around, half expecting to find items on the floor, or writings on the wall.
“Wait …….” I said, going over to a specific area of a wall.
“Finally.” Peter sniggered.
“I don’t believe it.” I commented.
I’d found what seemed to be a block of stone looking ever so slightly out of place. If you looked at it at first glance, you wouldn’t know any different.
“How haven’t we noticed this before?”
“Because it wasn’t there before.”
I looked at him, confused.
“Try and move it.” He hinted.
To my complete surprise, as I pushed the block, it easily went right through, revealing a hollow section behind the wall. My excitement took over and I keenly pulled at the other blocks, allowing them to fall to the ground.
“What have you found?” I asked him, amazed by his discovery.
After pulling away all of the blocks that would move, I uncovered another corridor, which no-one had yet found.
“Where does it lead?”
“Shall we go and find out?” Ak-nahiah beckoned.
We didn’t get very far along the corridor, before we came upon some steps which descended into complete darkness.
“How far down does this go?” I questioned, immediately noticing the echo.
“All the way down,” Peter answered, “below the subterranean chambers.”
“You do realise you’re the first person to discover this.”
“We, Iain, we discovered this.”
“I can’t take this away from you. You got here first.”
“Thank you,” He smiled, “but I’m more than willing to share my riches with you.”
“Oh you’ll be rich alright.” I laughed, “Very, very rich!”
My laughing echoed down the hall way, suggesting we had a long way to go.
Using our torches to see our way along, the steps seemed to go down forever, making me wonder if we only going to get half way before having to come back up for air.
Finally however, we’d come to a point where we had reached the bottom and had to walk along this very tall and wide corridor, where
after about another minute or so, we’d entered this massive hall.
“How on earth did you discover this place?” I laughed.
“Oh, it was pure fluke really.” Ak-nahiah boasted, “Peter was the one who stumbled upon the fake wall.”
“This is amazing!”
I used the torch light to search around, to discover strange inscriptions on the wall.
“What are these all about?” I wondered, “I don’t recognise them. Is this a new language or something?”
“You tell me.” Peter replied.
“These aren’t hieroglyphics, that much I know. So what are they?”
It was hard to see anything in detail, due to how dark it was down here, but the longer we stayed here, the more our eyes became accustomed to the darkness.
“What’s this?” I asked, just making something out ahead of me.
I was beginning to work out the silhouettes of four pillars, roughly 10 feet in height.
“Iain!” Ak-nahiah alerted me, stopping me in my tracks.
It was then, we all became alerted from the sight of burning torches approaching from the corridor.
“We’ve been followed.” Peter realised with fear.
“What do we do?” I asked, panicking.
It was then, as I started to back off and shouted with surprise, when a very loud cracking sound, like thunder, bellowed out from behind me.
Within an instant, the whole place lit up by an extremely bright source of light behind me.
I defensively whipped round, to see this huge ball of light floating in the air in front of me and before I even got the chance to wonder over it, I knew straight away that I had seen this thing before.

“Tell me you can see it too.” I said.
“We can.” Ak-nahiah confirmed.
I turned back around, now being able to fully appreciate where we were and found myself standing close to a platform, where the four pillars surrounded this ball of light.
The walls were tiled perfectly with stone blocks and strange inscriptions scattered all over the place, grabbed your attention. There were also quite a few metal brackets fixed to the walls, spaced evenly around, which cradled empty bowls. I presumed these used to be filled with a flammable liquid and used to light up this entire hall.
We were standing inside this huge hall, which had to be at least seventy feet by a hundred in size.
“What is this place?” I marvelled.
“Ours now.” Replied another man’s voice, with an English accent.
Standing at the entrance to this hall were five men, with their torches held up, fully armed with both pistols and rifles, which were now aimed at us.
Instinctively, Peter went to grab hold of his gun.
“I wouldn’t if I were you.” another man demanded.
Ak-nahiah started to walk closer to me, but one of the men spotted her.
“Move any more than that and I’ll shoot you dead.”
“What do you want?” I demanded, discretely feeling for my pistol.
“What I want.” one of them said, pointing at the ball of light, “is that.”
“It is not yours to have.” Ak-nahiah commented.
“Oh, I think you’ll find it is, now. Frank, Simon, search them.”
Frank and Simon went over to Peter first and immediately took his pistol away from him, along with the two knives that he also carried.
“Doing what you’re told will save your lives.”
“Geoff?” another called to him, “What the hell is that thing?”
“Something that will make us extremely rich Bryn.”
“How rich?”
“Ha! How rich do you want to be?”
Bryn started laughing, not believing his luck.
“You are making a big mistake.” Ak-nahiah suggested.
“Really?” He laughed, approaching her “Why is that? Tell me.”
As he drew closer to her, I noticed her posture was suggesting she was going to attack him the second he was close enough.
“You obviously targeted us.” I butted in abruptly, grabbing his attention before things got way out of hand, “The question is why?”
“You can thank his friend for that.” He replied, pointing at Peter.
“Awi.” Peter concluded.
“Who’s Awi?”
“He helped me rebuild the wall that concealed the way to this place.”
“Who needs friends eh?” Bryn smiled in a cocky manner.
I then spotted Peter slowly drawing closer to Ak-nahiah, as Frank and Simon started to search me.
“Try anything funny and I’ll put a bullet in your brain.” Frank commanded.
“If I tried anything, you’d both be on the floor by now.”
Frank got real close to me and stared straight into my eyes.
“Please, feel free to give it a go.”
“Frank!” Geoff butted in, “We can deal with him later. Right now, I want them tied up.”
Frank gave me one more look, as I smiled sarcastically at him.
“You and me, later.” I challenged him.
“Move over there you prick.” Simon demanded, pushing me over towards Ak-nahiah and Peter.
“Patrick,” Geoff ordered, “search her.”
But as he started to walk over to her, she stared at him in a threatening way.
“Search me and I will kill you.”
“Now what’s a pretty girl like you going to do to me?” Patrick smiled, acting extremely confident.
Recognising her readiness and not wanting to get into anything nasty, Geoff sharply, grabbed hold of his arm.
“We’ll search her later.”
“Come on! I can have a lot of fun with her.”
“You can have fun with her later, ok?”
“These guys have no idea what they’re going to do.” I whispered to Peter.
“I don’t think they were expecting this. Gold and jewels maybe, but not this.”
“Did you know it was here?” I looked at him, suspiciously.
Ak-nahiah casually walked over to get closer to us.
“We can take them on.”
“Without our guns,” Peter replied, “I don’t think so.”
“They have not searched me yet.”
I looked at her, smiling and impressed.
“This is not the Ak-nahiah I know.”
“I know, I have read your diary, remember?”
“Oh yes.” I remembered, “Will I ever live that down?”
She smiled at me, cunningly.
“Not likely.”
“Shut up you lot!” Bryn commanded, “Or I’ll shoot you here and now.”
They all stood in front of the ball of light, studying it, whilst talking amongst themselves.
“So what are we going to do with it?” Simon questioned.
“Can we move it?” Patrick suggested.
“We have to do something,” Peter urged Ak-nahiah, “before they try and touch it.
“Be patient.” She advised us, smiling confidently “Just a few seconds more.”
“What?” I questioned, confused.
Frank was the first to approach it, with his hands ready to touch it, but as he came within a few inches, the ball of light flickered a few times and immediately disappeared, leaving us all in complete darkness.
“Now!” Peter whispered, ceasing the opportunity.
“No Peter, not yet.” Ak-nahiah insisted, “Like them, you cannot see anything.”
It was just as well he listened to her, as they sharply waved their torches about and caught sight of us.
“Move and we will kill you.” Geoff demanded.
“Luckily for you, we haven’t moved at all.”
“You should shut your big mouth,” Bryn commanded, marching over to him, “before I slash it wide open.”
Before Peter could defend himself, Bryn hit him in the side of his head, hard the butt of the rifle, causing him to collapse hard onto the ground.
Instincts took over as I was about to charge over to Bryn and take him on, but Ak-nahiah grabbed onto my arm.
“Before you do,” She said quietly, “I need you to get closer to the pillars.”
“What? Why?”
“Trust me.”
Whilst Bryn was shouting at Peter, challenging him to get up and fight, I noticed Ak-nahiah was stepping sideways in a cautious manner, seemingly getting into position.
Geoff rushed over to Bryn to calm him down, as Frank, Simon and Patrick rushed over to the bowls along the walls, hoping to brighten everything up. Unfortunately for them the bowls were all bone dry.
This was my opportunity to get closer to the pillars.
As I stepped within a meter of the pillars, the same cracking sound launched around the room and the ball of light reappeared.
Within an instant, Ak-nahiah took advantage of their surprise and
without even a single thought, she unsheathed two knives and leapt into the air, landing directly behind them. Before they even got a chance to react, she stabbed Geoff in the back twice and put the second knife through the top of his head.
She then sharply removed the knives and did the same to Bryn whilst Geoff’s body was still slumping to the ground.
Both of them were killed inside three seconds.
I Stood there, as did Peter, staring at her with complete amazement.
“Peter!” She shouted.
He looked at her with a face full of fear, when a shot was fired, followed by Peter giving out a groan as a bullet entered the side of his chest and ejected out the other side.
“No!” I yelled out, watching him slump to the ground.
“Die you bastard!” Frank shouted, reloading his rifle.
Ak-nahiah, again, came into her own and sprinted over to them, grabbing a handful of sand along the way.
Simon started shooting at her with his pistol, but somehow kept missing.
She did this gobsmacking back flip in the air, threw the sand into franks eyes and landed directly on top of Simon, with this ominous crunching sound coming from his neck.
As they both bundled to the ground, Patrick started to run for his life.
Whilst frank was still screaming from all the sand in his eyes, she yanked the rifle from his grasp, rammed the barrel into his ear and pulled the trigger, causing the side of his head to explode.
Frank soon realised he wasn’t able to run fast enough and so skidding to a stop on his knees.
“Don’t kill me. Please, don’t kill me!”
“Es chenah-ed wi linetga.” She said, walking swiftly over to him. “Es tatah-ed id fada lill.”
He looked desperately at her, having no idea what she said.
“Etah mallich ba es esgway sivo at hood tateneh.” She added, now standing over him, “Now you will die!”
Giving no hesitation, she hissed at him in a frightening fashion, like she was a wild cat, grabbed hold of his hair, exposed his jugular, thrust a knife behind his oesophagus and sliced the knife outwards, ripping his throat wide open.
The blood flowed from his throat like a waterfall, as she let go of his hair, allowing his body to collapse face first into the sand.
“Ak-nahiah?” I said, beginning to grow scared of her.
She caught sense of what she had done and calmed down her breathing, looking at me.
“What have you done?” I asked, stepping away from her.
She looked down, as she wiped the blood from her knives.
“The shots came from down here.” said a voice coming from the corridor.
Ak-nahiah and I stared at each other, instantly alerted that more people heading this way.
“What it going on here?” I pleaded.
Ak-nahiah looked down the corridor, observing what was fast approaching.
“I count six torch lights coming this way. You need to leave, now.”
“Where can we go? The corridor is the only way out.”
She looked at me and then at the ball of light.
I glanced at it briefly, questioning her logic.
“I hope you’re not suggesting …..”
“It is the only way.”
“You want me to …. wait, you know what this is?”
“I have read your diary, remember?” She replied, walking promptly over to me, “How many times have you walked into it, in your dreams?”
“I can’t go by a few stupid dreams Ak-nahiah.”
“Yes! You can.”
“Ok men,” said another voice from the corridor, “make ready.”
“They’re British soldiers.” I realised with horror.
“I will hold them back for as long as I can.”
I looked at the body of Peter, hesitating.
“I won’t leave you here.”
“You have no choice.”
“So come with me.”
“This ball of light will stay open for a few more minutes.” She explained, “One of us has to stay behind to prevent them from going through.”
“Then you go, I’ll stay.”
“Like I said,” She smiled with amusement, “you have a good heart.”
“This is not happening Ak-nahiah.”
“It has to.”
“I can’t leave you here.” I started to panic, “They’ll kill you for sure.”
To my horror, she took hold of my arm, led me to the ball of light.
“Ak-nahiah, don’t do this.”
“Stop right there.” shouted a voice from behind us.
I looked over to see six British soldiers standing there, with their rifles aimed at us.
“I said stop there!” the commanding officer demanded.
“Please,” I pleaded to him, “we were only defending ourselves.”
“Put any weapons you have on the ground and walk slowly over to us, backwards.”
“Iain,” She calmly said, turning me to face her, “you are a good friend. Please trust me.”
“You can’t do this to me.”
“I have to.”
“Ak-nahiah, no.”
“Be brave Iain Caine. Be strong.”
She then immediately pushed me, causing me to stumble backwards.

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