I Need You
By
Kamala
Chapter 6
Three Weeks Later- Night of the Blue Moon
Devi was sitting in the tent with an old friend, who was the wife of the Second Tribe’s Commander. Her
hand unconsciously playing with the Osiris charm that Imhotep had given her. The gods had granted
Imhotep and her seven consecutive nights together and day-by-day she fell deeper and deeper in love
with him. Their last dream had been over three weeks ago, which created an uneasy feeling in her
stomach. She hoped it was just because they had been both been busy with their lives in their times. He
had been right the charm connected her to him. She hoped that the gods would find their love worthy
enough to keep them together.
There was uneasiness in the air because of the moon and what it could represent. The door covering was
suddenly thrown aside and she was on her feet before the warrior entered.
“He has risen,” he said.
All the Med-jai knew who He was.
Devi was heading out the door. “Get my bike ready.”
She ran to her tent. The warrior training so automatic, it was not until she had changed into her battle
clothes that she realized whom she was going to battle up against.
“Why?” she whispered, knowing why they had not been together in their dreams. He had betrayed their
gods and their love. She also realized this was her time and she had to protect her world, it was her
sacred duty.
‘This Imhotep is not my Imhotep.’
She opened a long case and pulled out her fans, shoving them into her boot holders. She pulled her
swords and strapped them to her back one hilt over each shoulder. She preferred Japanese weapons to
those of her people. She grabbed her last weapon, a razor sharp knife that she strapped to her thigh.
Everything about her reflected that she was a warrior born time and time again, a warrior of the gods. In
this incarnation, she held all the skills of her past in the ways of fighting. She lived by the sword and, had
she been mortal, probably would have died by the sword. She was also skilled in hand-to-hand combat,
but her katanas and the fans were her weapons of choice. She would need every skill she had been taught
to defeat Imhotep.
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