This chapter is more of a filler. But it is kind off vital to the story. And I know it is kind of boring at the moment, but as I probably said before a complication will come soon so keep calm.

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It was her tenth birthday. Her mother, Kahi, had made her a new dress from white satin. It was a beautiful flowing thing with a gold sash at the waist.

"My princess. My little princess" her father, Josef, had told her and embraced her. Their village was small and was located near the Nile. When any child had reached their tenth year the whole village would erupt in celebration. It was Sabra Aryeh's special day.

She walked with her seven year old brother Gavriel, they were slightly in front of their parents laughing, fighting being children. He had his favourite lion figurine in his hands, Sabra and Gavriel had named him Simba.

Gavriel was an absolute cherub. He had dark hair and chubby rosy cheeks. His brown eyes were like his mother's warm and earthen. He smiled like his father, sweet and bright.

"Simba is going eat you! Rrraahhh!" Exclaimed Gavriel in his childish tone attacking his sister with the figurine.

"It's a damn figurine, its made of wood." Countered Sabra.

"Nuh uh! Simba is real!" defied her brother.

"No he isn't!" huffed Sabra. Gavriel frowned. Josef laughed, picked up Gavriel and hoisted him on his shoulders.

"You know when you two are older and living in different places you will miss each other so much..." started Josef but was interrupted by Gavriel.

"I'll never miss her!"

"Likewise" said his sister. Her blue eyes, quite like her father's, flashed with annoyance. But her anger died down quite soon, as Kahi took her hand.

When they reached the heart of the village Sabra was bombarded with hugs, cheek-pinching and kisses which she wiped off when no-one was looking. The atmosphere was as hearty as usual. The village people had a tight bond, every child was doted upon. It was when her party reached its peak that the flames started.

Sabra was playing with her brother and other children from the village when they saw the flames.

"Run!" Josef shouted. He and Kahi stayed behind herding the villagers out. It was during this noble act that they had perished. Sabra didn't find out about this until later that night.

They all ran for their lives. After a long time Sabra realised that she wasn't holding her brother's hand. She turned and ran against the crowd trying to find him. People shouted at her, telling her she was running the wrong way. But she had to find Gavriel.

Somehow she entered the ring of flames unscathed, save her dress. Her foot collided with something and she tripped over. A sharp burst of pain erupted in her ankle she screamed. That was when she saw what she tripped over, Simba lying next to a charred mess of flesh and bones.

She woke up in cold sweat and a painful hot throbbing in her abdomen. She still wasn't over her flash back but she was able to detect a figure sitting on a stool by her. She was lying on her back on a bed. She was breathing heavily.

"Shhh...It's alright" said a familiar male voice, she could detect traces of relief in it. That was when she realised she was sobbing but she couldn't stop it. Maybe this person could help her.

"Gavriel..." she whispered in a choked voice. She remembered how her father told her that she would miss him, she remembered saying she wouldn't. But she did. She missed Gavriel more than anything. Her heart was tearing; sorrow flowed from it coming out through her eyes.

The person rubbed her shoulder soothingly. "Shhh...It's alright" it said "I'm here"

Maybe just maybe this person was telling the truth. Just before she fell into unconsciousness again she saw the person's palm-tree green eyes.

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Ahkmenrah never thought he'd see Sabra so vulnerable. But he did. She was sobbing even. He felt so hopeless. Whens strong people cry many people often do. She said a name. Gavriel. It sounded Jewish. She was Jewish as well, maybe it was one of her family. He refused to think that it was some former lover. Sabra was too good for that.

But he was mostly relieved, she was not dead. Well not yet anyway. The healer had left an hour ago. He said it would be a miracle if she survived the night. Ahkmenrah prayed for her to Ra, his patron. Give us a miracle, just this once. He begged.

He studied her face in the moonlight. Unlike before her face wasn't contorted in pain, it seemed peaceful now. But he also saw faint scars of past-unknown battles.

"You're a fighter Sabra" he realised. "You can do it"

He felt a hand on his shoulder; he looked up and saw his mother. He was so engrossed in looking after Sabra that he didn't know when Shepseheret had entered.

"I'll take over for now. Go get some sleep." She whispered. He nodded numbly and got up.

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Kahmunrah was still awake. It was many hours past midnight. He was standing at the balcony looking at Heliopolis. Despite the crocodile attack, he still felt drawn to this city. It wasn't the city's fault. Stupid crocodile. But there was something else behind this, controlling it all. Something much more sinister. But it couldn't be, crocodiles are a part of nature. Nature cannot be controlled.

He heard the door creak open and looked back. Ahkmenrah came back, unsmiling. Kahmunrah feared the worst. Sabra was dead. But then he saw a faint smile appear on Ahkmenrah's lips.

"How is she?" Kahmunrah asked slightly confused.

"She's alive for now, she was having nightmare's of a sort. She was crying as well." Answered Ahkmenrah.

"What's wrong with that?" asked Kahmunrah "Everyone cries from time to time. I cried when I thought you were dead that day you chased after those armed robbers."

"That's because you're a wuss." He said oblivious to the fact that Kahmunrah had only ever shed tears for him "Sabra doesn't cry. It's like seeing father cry. He doesn't usually but when he does you just feel...hopeless. I mean father and Sabra are strong people they won't cry unless it's something as big as the world ending "

Kahmunrah nodded. He could see where Ahkmenrah was coming from. One does feel hopeless when they see the almighty Pharaoh of Egypt break into tears. He and Ahkmenrah had only seen their father cry twice and that was when their grandmother Neith had died and the next when Nihotep had died. Kahmunrah remembered feeling so hopeless, so vulnerable. He didn't want to feel like this again.

"You should sleep" Kahmunrah advised seeing his brother's eyes, which seemed painfully red.

"So should you" Ahkmenrah answered yawning. But he made his way to the bed anyway. As soon as his body hit the soft mattress he fell into a blissful slumber. He didn't have any time to protect himself from the cool desert winds so Kahmunrah tucked him in.

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Sabra fought. She could feel death closing in. But somehow she knew she shouldn't give up. Something big awaited her in this life. She had a destiny to fulfill. She didn't know what it was yet, but it was there, she could feel it in her metaphysical being.

The sword she wielded in this battle was that of willpower. Her enemy was the void of death itself. The battle was hot, long and intense. Her metaphysical being was fatigued but it didn't give in. Not today.

She felt herself being sucked into death's void but she fought. Once her enemy was vanquished. She could breath again. But this time the air she breathed in was new, fresh, icy and exhilarating. She was alive again.

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Shepseheret saw her fall in and out of the void of death. Her pulse was gone, her breathing non-existent. Shepseheret waited for a long time, holding Sabra's wrist waiting for the pulse. It didn't come. Just when Shepseheret was convinced Sabra was dead she felt a thumping at her fingertips. It was loud, energetic and steady. Sabra took in one shaky but deep breath.

A new day had risen. Ahkmenrah got his miracle.

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As soon as he got he ran to the room where Sabra was resting. Kahmunrah had already left to go with Merenkahre for some official business. Thoughts and worries raced through his mind. What if she didn't survive the night as the healer said. His thoughts became more and more depressing as walked. His mind nearly tormented him to madness.

But the sight of Sabra standing having her pulse checked by the healer lifted heart and mind.

"It's a miracle." The healer whispered in awe. Shepseheret nodded.

"You wouldn't believe it. She was literally dead, then all of a sudden she was alive."

"Thank you." Said Sabra in a low and grateful voice.

"You really shouldn't be thanking me. It was Kahmun that kept you alive and it was Ahk who rescued you from the jaws of that awful beast." Finally noticing her son at the doorway she added "Talk of the devil"

"But mother I thought you loved me..." he said feigning heartbreak so dramatically that it made everyone present laugh heartily.

Ahkmenrah made his way to them.

"How are you?" he asked Sabra.

"I'm alright now." She said smiling. But in reality she wasn't. Physically she may have been good, but emotionally she felt unhinged. She also felt embarassed at publicly showing her weakness. "Thank you Ahk. I really don't know what would have happened if it was not for you."

"I do not mean any offence but I thought it was obvious. You would have been in the crocodile's stomach"

Shepseheret gave her son a motherly glare "Ahkmenrah..." when she used his full name in an angry tone, as she was doing now, he was in trouble.

But Sabra laughed "It's alright Aunty (A/N: this was a sign of respect to elders that are not related to you). In fact it lightens the mood a bit"

"Well I shall be leaving now." Announced the healer "Just remember to apply the Altheda juice every day in the morning and no working for at least two months if you heal fast, or three months if you don't. Five months at most"

Ahkmenrah calculated. One month will go by during the trip. That leaves at the most four months without Sabra.

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Khufu called upon the healer to ask about her condition. Khufu acted deceptively sweet saying that he saw her as daughter. The healer didn't suspect a thing so he told him all there was to know about her condition.

Khufu calculated and came to one conclusion. In a months time the king will be in a tomb. But Sabra's resurrection made him feel like the looser in this battle.

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So did you guys like it? I know it might be a bit boring but as I said before this chapter is kind of important.