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have invented are the soul property of Steven Sommers and Universal Studios.
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Chapter 1-
She breathed in the fresh scent of Egypt. Ravena Desmias looked quietly and
sorrowfully at the handcuffs that bound her to the bench. She longed to run into
the open air but inside she laughed. A true lady would never do that. Her hands
itched painfully although she didn’t do any crime. Damn Hitler and his
inquisitive interest in archaeology. It was his fault she was kidnapped by his
soldiers for knowing the secrets her father had told her on his deathbed. It was
his fault that her daughter was kidnapped as well and might even be dead. She
inched herself closer to the handcuffs so it was hidden from view. She took a
deep breath and recollected her thoughts about the previous years.
Before she had gotten pregnant with her daughter (which was about 3 years
ago) she had been a spy for the English government, despite the fact that she
was an Italian. After a dangerous yet exciting mission in France, Ravena was
selected (after extreme careful consideration) to do a mission in Germany and
even converse with the hated man himself. She was the best one chosen because of
her somewhat Aryan features, although she wasn’t even German. She had long,
pale, golden hair that reached down to the middle of her back. She had striking
features and a well-chiselled face, yet an extreme soft composure. She had a
rare Grecian nose. She had the most startling grey blue eyes that devoured an
entire room with its illuminating paleness. As for her body, she had an
hourglass figure that her male American friends referred to as
“dynamite”.
Another reason Ravena was chosen was because of her strong
knowledge of almost every kind of archaeology. She had traveled the world in
search of magnificent findings and even scuba-dived into oceans in search of the
Lost City of Atlantis. Her interest began when she was just a young child living
in Venice. Her father was a renowned archaeologist and told her everything he
had learned over the years. But one unfortunate day, he came back from one of
his expeditions in Egypt, and he held a haunted expression on his face that
never left. He became lost in his thoughts, which eventually killed him
considering he never took one step out of bed and stopped eating altogether. But
before he died (Ravena was 10) he held her hand and leaned over and whispered
into her ear. He told her about a magnificent, although deadly, treasure
somewhere in Egypt. It was said to be touched by the hands of God himself.
Before he took his final breath he handed her his journal and a strange looking
object in the shape of a key/amulet. He begged Ravena to find and destroy the
treasure, for it would be the end of the world. After he died the girl was left
alone and went to live with Gypsies who renamed her Ravena (her birth name was
Ana). They taught her everything. (But, back to the point) Hitler was an awfully
perverse man who liked her immediately. She did her best to avoid him and did
her best to find out his upcoming plans. At one point one of his close business
friends noticed the amulet and recognized it immediately. He knew of Hitler’s
obscene obsession of such things and decided to tell him. Hitler tried to gain
control of the girl once he found out she was a spy and held the amulet, but
Ravena escaped with runaway Jews. He sent soldiers to scan the invaded countries
for her, but with no avail.
Ravena soon returned to France and was
hidden by a friend of a friend of hers. There she had fallen in love with a
young Jewish, French man (Philippe, whom she eventually married) who was in
charge of an Underground Resistance and she did her best to aid in the war
against Hitler. But one awful day the Nazis killed Philippe and she was left
alone. Soon after she found out she was pregnant. She went back to Venice and
her baby was delivered by one of the old gypsies who had taken care of Ravena
herself. She cried the entire time she was giving birth. But when she took one
look into her daughter’s eyes her tears dried up. She looked mostly like her
mother but had a fuzz of almost white blond hair. She was beautiful. Ravena
named her Paris because that's the city where she fell in love with Philippe.
After that, the young woman (who worked extremely hard to get her old figure
back) and her exuberant young daughter escaped to South America. They stayed
with a tribe not too far from Macchu Picchu where Ravena always went to be
alone. They lived for 2 yrs. of peace and harmony until one unfortunate day
spies that worked for Hitler found her and kidnapped them. They separated mother
and daughter and they gave Ravena an awful choice. She could either let them
kill her daughter or she could come with them to Egypt and help reveal the
location of object of her father’s fearful death. It was an easy choice.
The Nazis still held onto her with handcuffs in case she tried to escape, but
Ravena knew there was no that was ever going to happen or her daughter would be
killed. She suffered endless beatings on her body (never on her face because she
was too beautiful ) and she was raped several times. She soon stopped caring
whether she would live or die, the only thing she wanted was for her daughter to
live. She went through the torment of sitting in cramped trains for days and it
was a relief for her to get out and stretch her legs in the Egyptian sun. Though
the bruises on her body pained her, she still walked as gracefully as a goddess.
Ravena sighed in desperation and waited for the soldiers to return with the
camels, horses, and workers that they had spent hours bargaining for. She closed
her eyes and leaned her head back. Suddenly a hand grabbed onto her shoulder and
said
“Excuse me, miss?“.
She jumped taken aback. She looked up
into probably the most magnificent eyes that she had ever seen. They were like
delicious French chocolates. Ravena remained her calm composure and discreetly
examined the rest of him. He had long, midnight coloured hair and a startling
well-chiselled face with strange tattoos on his face. He wore a black turban and
dark robes. He was the most handsome man she had ever encountered. Little did
she know he was thinking the same amount of things about her. Silence filled the
gap for the first 10 seconds.