Curse of the Kings | | +8
๑ --Strangers always seemed to dawn their presence upon the Valley of the Kings. Brave Raiders who thought no consequence would be brought down upon them for disturbing a Kings eternal Slumber. However that was why Zahir had been stationed at such a sacred place, to ensure that a punishment would be brought out to all those who dared breach the doors which bared the Mortal World to the Eternal.
It did not take the Medjai long for him to maneuver his way down the Mountains which surrounded the valley, guarding it from the harsh weather Egypt endured. With large steps and leaps, the Warrior was able to go unnoticed by the intruder. It was only until the Zahir unsheathed his blade and lightly placed it against the others neck, that the raider would have noticed his presence. "You walk a familiar path, though I fear it will be your undoing" His voice was harsh and slightly croaked. He had no drunk water for a few hours now and the desert sun had began to take it's tole. "Speak quickly before my mood changes for the worse."














