Chapter 3-


Ravena could not get that meeting out of her head. How in God’s name did that man know her name? Was he following her? No, he seemed to perfect to resort to a job like that. And she knew she was not worth following. He was definitely the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes upon. Even more so then Philippe. Her heart sank when she thought of Philippe. Flashbacks of them running out of the chapel with petals being scattered upon them by the young village children still raced through her mind. Sure she may have once loved Philippe, but those were now just memories. After that awful man, Rafe, stole her away from her thoughts and shoved her into this damp, dirty hotel room, she had finally been alone to ponder the exotic man. There were two guards outside her door and two guards kept outside her window in case she tried to escape. She hoped she would one day catch a glimpse of him again. She shook that thought out of her head. She slipped a hand into her pocket and pulled out a picture of Paris. Her daughter was still so beautiful. Her hair was almost white, and although she was so young, her hair was even longer then Ravena’s (despite the fact that Ravena spent YEARS growing her hair). Her eyes held so much knowledge; Paris was definitely no average 4 yr old. She was intelligent and bright, and despite her quietness she could fill a room with laughter with just one of her adorable smiles. She had such an amazing curiosity of the world so it was never a bother when they had to move around so much. But Ravena still remembered the terror in her daughter’s eyes when the Nazis came. She shoved the image away and looked outside. Day was fading fast, the sun had already fallen into the mouth of the dying day, and Ravena was tired. She coughed once, her throat husky from when a soldier nearly knocked out her windpipe back in Germany.

She slipped into a silk, white slip thankful that the bruises on her body were almost gone. Though not all. Rafe made sure that the soldiers stopped beating on her because she would need her strength to go through the heat of the desert. She silently cursed her father for telling her the location of the great treasure, but she was unhappy it was so close to Hamunaptra. Her cousin Rick O’Connell had been there with his future wife, Evelyn, and her brother (They know had a handsome 6 yr. old son). He told her his terrible tale, and since Ravena had experienced even stranger tales, she had believed him. She disliked Imhotep for obvious reasons, and knew if they were close enough, one of those idiot Nazis would probably reawaken him. Her thoughts turned back to that robed man. Evelyn had described a man so good-looking he would melt a woman (Rick wasn’t too happy to hear about that since he’s her husband) and the mysterious man fit her description perfectly. Ardeth Bey, the Medjai. But, as Evy had said, there was thousands of Medjai in Egypt. Hardly a chance the man she had encountered was the leader of all these people. She crawled into her bed and stretched. She gave a low purr and lifted the covers onto herself. Tomorrow was a big day. Whether she liked it or not.