I Need You
By
Kamala
Chapter 7
Desert of Ahm Sheer- 2050 A.D.
The battle has been a bloody one, with many causalities on both sides. The smell of spilt blood filled the
air, as did the screams of the dying.
Devi stood, in a clearing, trying to get a sense on where the creature could be. They had spoken the
words from a scroll based on the Book of Amun Ra.
‘Hopefully, it made him mortal. ‘
She did not hear the person coming up behind her, but more so sensed the person. The disturbance in the
air of a body suddenly there. She flipped her katana in her hand and ran it though the person coming
towards her. She heard a loud grunt and pulled the sword free.
The person screamed in agony and defeat, a male voice. She spun around knowing in her heart what she
would see. Devi felt her heart stop as a very mortal Imhotep stood hand on his stomach, a mortal wound.
Their eyes met and time froze, as she saw recognition there.
“Devi,” he whispered in disbelief and pain, collapsing to the sand.
She sword fell from her lifeless fingers, as she dropped to her knees besides him. Devi lifted his head
supporting his weight against her.
“Imhotep, “ she whispered, tears starting to stream down her face.
“I…” he started.
“Shhh, save your strength,” she whispered leaning down to him.
“My Golden One,” he said softly touching her cheek. “The gods have chosen to have us meet on the
battle field. But I am at ease knowing I will die in your arms.”
She nodded tears blurring her vision. “It changes nothing. I swear.”
He took her hand and placed it on his chest. Her charm was attached to his necklace, “I carry it through
all of time.”
She nodded and pulled out hers, “I wear it and think of you, my beloved one.”
The Med-jai stood in disbelief all around them. One of their own calling that thing beloved.
“We will be together, some day,” his voice got more strained.
“I love you,” she whispered against his cooling lips.
“I love you,” he said kissing her one last time, “for et…”
“Eternity,” she finished as he died in her arms.
“NO!” she screamed up to the sky as the man she loved, in her dreams, died of a wound she inflicted.
She leaned over him sobbing, knowing that their love had not been strong enough to prevent him from the
path that caused them to meet.
The sand around her turned black as the underworld rose up to returned him to his tomb. One of her
brothers pulled her to safety, as she watched her lover return to his natural state in the sands.
She got to her feet and picked up her sword wiping his blood off the blade. She looked at her brother,
“Where are they?”
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