@duajaakal gets a plotted starter !
a dry cough left the hunter’s lips as he looked around him. everything was the same. every sand dune looked the same. when he looked behind him his footsteps were erased already. he groaned and pulled the fabric of his light-weighted cloak further over his head to shield his face from the burning sun. this was not the plan. getting lost in the desert was one. but losing his horse, his supplies, his water… not something he had counted on. rafe could feel himself get light headed. he would’ve used his magic to hydrate himself but there was nothing he could get water from. everything was dry. no cloud in the sky. no cacti.
another cough escaped him, followed by a misstep and soon he rolled down one of the sand dunes. when he stopped, splayed out on the sand, mismatched eyes looked up at the blue sky. slowly his eyelids slipped closed and he lost consciousness.
was this how the great rafael mcallister came to his end?
He’d found the younger man HOURS ago baking beneath the harsh and blaring Egyptian sun. Aiding him after the initial shock upon seeing the figure in the sands had been a long lost friend. How it was possible? ( How long had it been? Two, three hundred years? ) He’s not sure. Not yet at least. Though, something was different. Something he couldn’t quite place. But those were questions that would be asked later, he thought. Gods only know how LONG he’d been laying limp among the dunes.
It was cool within the forgotten temple’s alabaster walls. Buried beneath the sand, hidden from Ra’s glare. Lit gentle by candle light and torches resting upon the walls. Illuminating ancient design and art sprawled across it’s structure. Akhematen has called this place home for CENTURIES. And he believes he’ll call it so for many more. Very few knew of it’s existence.
The jackal had rarely left the other’s side. Only fetching fresh water and more herbal ointment to rub gently into sun scorched flesh. An attempt to keep it from blistering later. And a little something to kill the fever he had caught from exposure. Concern had grown as the hours dragged on. Yet he continued to aid him. Finally, there was a stir from the hunter. ”I did not think you would make it through the night...” Voice wavered with worry, laced with evident relief, watching as the other collected himself. He sensed the panic begin to set in from the blonde and he was quick to lift his hands in a matter of gesturing the man to be careful, “It’s alright! It’s me, Akh--- you are SAFE here, my friend!”
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