[center [font “times” [size11 OUR STORY BEGINS IN [#800020 [B [I 1290 B.C.]]]. ALONG THE NILE, WE ARE INTRODUCED TO[#800020 [B [I ISIS]]], A BEAUTIFUL SERVANT UNDER THE OWNERSHIP OF A TERRIBLY VIOLENT MASTER. THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES HER DAYS BEARABLE ARE THE MOMENTS SHE SPENDS IN THE ARMS OF HER LOVER [#800020 [B [I AHMED]]] , A GUARD FOR [#800020 [B [I THE SCORPION KING: THUTMOSE]]] . ISIS IS NOT LIKE YOUR TYPICAL SERVANT; SHE CAN READ, WRITE, AND SPEAK FLUENT BABYLONIAN. ONE NIGHT SHE IS CAUGHT LEAVING THE KING’S PALACE. INSTEAD OF BEING KILLED, THE KING DECIDES TO MAKE HER A HOUSE SLAVE.
THUTMOSE GROWS AN ATTRACTION TO THE SERVANT VERY QUICKLY AND ASSAULTS HER, CONTINUOUSLY, TO WHICH ANGERS AHMED AND ALSO [#800020 [B [I THE QUEEN TUYA]]]. ONCE ISIS GIVES BIRTH TO TH EKING’S CHILD, THE QUEEN ORDERS HER AND HER DAUGHTER TO BE KILLED.
ISIS AND AHMED MANAGE TO MEET UP TO WHICH HE FREES HER AND THEY VOW TO KILL THE QUEEN. THEIR PLAN IS FOILED BY A PRIEST WHO PRETENDED TO BE A HITMAN. IN FRONT OF THE COURT, THE COUPLE IS SENTENCED TO [#800020 [B [I DEATH]]]. ISIS HAS HER TONGUE CUT AND IS BURNED ALIVE. AHMED IS BURIED ALIVE, THOUSANDS OF BLACK SCORPIONS COVERING HIS BODY. ]]]
[center [font “times” [size11 DESPITE THE TRAGIC KILLING OF THE COUPLE, ISIS’ BLOODLINE LIVED ON. HER DAUGHTER WAS SENT OFF WITH AOTHER SERVANT, WHO RAISED HER AND SENT HER TO WORK FOR ANOTHER KING, TO WHICH SHE EVENTUALLY MARRIED HIS SON. SHE BECAME [B [I [#800020 THE FIRST QUEEN]]] NOT OF ROYAL BLOOD. HER FAMILY WENT ON TO TELL HER STORY WHICH WAS GREATLY POPULAR AS THE YEARS PASSED AND ARCHAEOLOGIST AND HISTORIANS BECAME AWARE OF THIS SLANT IN HISTORY.
WE CONTINUE OUR STORY IN [B [I [#800020 FALL OF 2020]]] IN THE BEAUTIFUL [B [I [#800020 WASHINGTON D.C.]]]. WE ARE INTRODUCED TO [B [I [#800020 HER]]], WHO IS A DIRECT LINK TO ISIS’ BLOODLINE. SHE IS [B [I [#800020 A HISTORY GRADUATE STUDENT]]]: EMPHASIS IN EGYPTIAN HISTORY. CURRENTLY SHE IS WORKING ON HER FIELD STUDY. ALWAYS INTERESTED IN HER HISTORY, SHE DECIDES TO PLAN AN EXCAVATION WITH THE HOPES OF LOCATING THE TOMB OF AHMED, SET TO BE LOCATED UNDER THE STATUE OF [B [I [#800020
THE DEITY SET]]]: GOD OF CHAOS, FIRE, AND TRICKERY AND FATHER OF ANUBIS.
[B [I [#800020 SHE]]] IS JOINED BY HER INSTRUCTOR AND HER PARTNER WHO IS FILMING THEIR TRIP. THEY ARE SET TO MEET [B [I [#800020 HIM]]] WHO IS TO HELP HER DURING THE JOURNEY. HE IS INTERESTED IN THE [B [I [#800020 TREASURE]]] MORE THAN WHAT THIS MEANS FOR HISTORY. YET, HIS INTELLIGENCE COMES IN HANDY AS THEY LOCATE THE ENTRANCE, THANKS TO THE MAP [B [I [#800020 SHE]]] PROVIDES HIM, FROM THE JOURNAL PASSED DOWN THROUGH HER FAMILY. AS ITS LATE, THEY DECIDE TO COME BACK NEXT MORNING. ]]]
[center [font “times” [size11 [B [I [#800020 SHE]]] HAS A DREAM THAT NIGHT OF ISIS WHO TELLS HER TO SEARCH FOR THE [B [I [#800020 BOOK]]]. THEY HEAD INTO THE BURIAL SITE WHERE THERE IS TREASURE GALORE. ALONG THE WAY THEY FIND THEMSELVES CAUGHT UP IN SECRET ROOMS AND TRAPS. THEY EVENTUALLY FIND THE BOOK AMONGST OTHER VALUABLE ITEMS. ONCE SHE HAS THE BOOK, SHE IS OVERTAKEN BY ISIS’ SPIRIT AND READS A PASSAGE THAT UNKNOWING TO THEM, AWAKENS AHMED WHO HAS BEEN POWERED BY THE DEITY SET.
WITH THEIR FINDINGS. AHMED IS AWAKENED THOUGH AND HE BELIEVES HES STRONG ENOUGH TO MAKE A KINGDOM OF HIS OWN. ALL HE NEEDS IS HIS QUEEN. WITH AN ARMY OF THE DEAD, THE GROUP TRIES THEIR HARDEST TO REMAIN ALIVE – IN SEARCH OF [B [I [#800020 THE JEWEL]]] TO WHICH THEY WILL BE ABLE TO TRAP AHMED IN THE UNDERWORLD FOR GOOD.]]]
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Jane glanced over to Logan when he took her hand, pausing her motions to leave him for the night. His lips found hers and she returned his kiss, brushing them over his hesitantly. In that moment she forgot the danger, she forgot the pain staking task at hand. She breathed out softly and looks at him, shaking her head,
“You’re not my guard in this life, you know?” She said to him with a soft smile, she understood his worries though because she felt them too. She wanted to run for the hills and shelter her and Logan away.
“If you’re not sleeping then I’m not either. Half a dozen past lives together and I’m sure you know how stubborn I am by now.” She said. She wanted to sleep too but she couldn’t erase the image of Logan in Ahmed’s grasp, the life being choked out of him either. That would haunt her. How many times had she watched him die in previous lives? She wanted to know about their previous lives but now was not the time. Jane looked Logan over, this time would be different, their fates wouldn’t lock in time like all the others. They would make it past this, Ahmed couldn’t win.
Jane sank onto the bed in the room and propped herself up with pillows. It wasn’t the most comfortable but she wasn’t going to let Logan do all of this alone.
“What happens after this?” She asked him quietly, “If we defeat the bad guy and both live to tell the tale, what do we do next?” They were from different parts of the world and they seemed so different. Maybe she could plead with Logan’s mother to let her become her apprentice and learn all of the history from her and live out her days in the blinding sun and try to have a somewhat normal life.
Of course Jane would feel like she dragged Logan into trouble, but if it was one thing the heart had shown him it was that there was a chance they wouldn’t have met and been in this same predicament. Life was funny that way, even things that seemed outlined were sill incredibly unpredictable. Logan was finding it hard to really turn his mind off of everything dealing with Ahmed. He wondered just when the man would strike. Would they even be able to convince him to return or would Ahmed keep them waiting years before returning? Everyone seemed to have the right idea in mind though when it came to sleep and Logan told himself maybe some rest would help with making things much clearer. They could make a plan the next day, right now when they both were physically exhausted wouldn’t warrant the best results he was sure.
Logan turned the tv off, looking to Jane then, a warm glow casted against her from the lamps on the end tables. He reached for her hand then, drawing her closer to kiss her on the lips. They’d both been here and there about their attraction to one another and despite them being past lovers in each life, they were still strangers. Still, Logan as comfortable with Jane and some part of him found it hard to be away from her, especially considering the danger they were all in.
Maybe I should keep watch?” He suggested, it would get him tired enough to sleep and he would feel better at knowing he was doing his best to protect Jane. Honestly, he didn’t want to be away from her. His eyes fell back on her lips then.
A shower helped to clear Jane’s mind a little. She knew this was dangerous and that if she and Logan failed then Ahmed would return with such vengeance as the world had ever seen. She found something comfortable to wear and ambled back into the room, eyeing the pizza and sighing as she begrudgingly took a slice. She looked to Saiorse and spent a little time catching up before retreating to the couch and eyeing Logan when he changed the channel to something that wasn’t the news. She nibbles at the pizza, her appetite was still waiting but now she was comfortable and warm, not to mention safe, she just wanted sleep.
She leaned into Logan, not much caring if he protested because he was warm and safe.
“I’m sorry you got dragged into this. I guess I’ve been giving you trouble since Cleopatra’s Reign.” She murmured with a soft laugh of disbelief. It seemed crazy to her that she and Logan were destined to meet each life. Jane thought for a while. There had been an instant appreciation for just how handsome Logan was when they first met, but beyond that the one time she had felt a real spark was after she had kissed Johnny and Logan had gotten angered and jealous, demanding her attention by the car. It made sense why neither of them wanted to see the other with another person.
Jane got comfortable and eyed the television and whatever was on. They would never be a normal couple, not after this. They weren’t even really a couple, just intertwined.
“I’m going to bed, loverbirds. Don’t stay up all night.” Saiorse called as she left to go to her room just down the hall. Jane sat up a little,
“I should too, we all need sleep.” She said to Logan. Her room was next door but she was a little apprehensive about being alone.
“Get some sleep, Logan. We can figure out something tomorrow.” She said to him and leaned over to kiss his cheek before getting to her feet.
Logan’s hand instinctively clutched Jane’s tighter when she brought up the possibility of using herself as bait. He knew though that it was possibly the only way they could get Ahmed to his tomb, which they both knew exactly where it was from their first trip there. The trip to start this all. Though if they were destined to meet, then it was very much possible that Ahmed and Isis were destined to awaken this time. Though their plan would come to an end this time and for good. Logan nodded then in response to Jane suggestion they get cleaned up and allow themselves to rest. Honestly, he wasn’t that hungry but they all had been skipping meals and lots of sleep. Just taking some time to rest and get themselves mentally and physically prepared for what was to come just seemed smart to do. Logan watched as Jane made her way to get cleaned up. it was odd then, after the realization of their pasts, how bad it was for him to be a part from her. What if Ahmed solely came after Jane when she was at her lonesome?
Though, Logan figured that Ahmed too would need some time to recoup after the heartbreak he had endured. Though Logan wondered, would he draw his army and allow them to kill Logan while he watched. He just wanted to get the man out of his head. Saoirse seemed to be coming along in her film pretty well actually. The shots of Ahmed on screen seemed unbelievable, though her thesis had certainly taken a turn from its original plan. Either way, Saoirse seemed proud of what she had accomplished.
Logan had taken to getting cleaned up as well and by the time he had dried off and changed into some sweats and a fresh shirt, his hunger had returned. He sunk onto the couch, eagerly taking a slice of pizza and mindlessly looking toward the tv. There was the news playing, of course discussing the still dramatic change in weather. Logan switched it then to some other program, not wanting to face the reality just yet.
Jane couldn’t help but think that now they were in no danger than before. It was like they were in the eye of the storm, waiting for the second barrage of wind and weather to hit them. She wasn’t sure if they could take another beating like they had. Ahmed had nothing to lose now, nothing to be careful about and that was terrifying. She held tight to Logan’s hand, he was the only person she truly trusted in this world now. She watched the agents leave and eyed the food and drink, her appetite was lost. She looked up at Logan when he took her aside and sighed out, grains of sand still blemishing her cheeks and some in her hair. She could shower soon.
“I don’t know.” She said quietly, feeling utterly useless and without any sort of plan. Then something dawned on her. They had destroyed Isis by taking her to her burial sight and putting her down where she had been felled before. Jane thought for a while but was distracted and tired, they would need a few days in this place to recover and gather their bearings.
“I- I might have an idea.” She said quietly, “If we can put Ahmed down in his tomb, like Isis, then he should stay down.” It wasn’t just a heart though, this would be Ahmed at his almost full power. They would have to destroy his body and then his soul. They would need to lure him to his tomb, they would need bait.
“If I can get him to the tomb-“ She cut off. This was risky and she was scared. She looked to Logan,
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow, I’ll need to do some research.” She said and brushed some sand from his neck with a small smile of amusement. They should clean up, rest and eat.
“We’ll figure it out, okay?” She promised. It was still so strange to think they were destined to meet, throughout all of this. And they would meet in their next life and the one after that.
“I’m fine,” he reassured Jane as they came to a stand. He brushed his hands of the sand that stuck to them. He was a bit sore, but Ahmed hadn’t the chance to really harm him. He shuddered at that though knowing that because of what they did he would come after them with much more force. Would they be able to fight him off? Would they finally end the curse of Seth? They soon made their way back to the building where the agents had packed them up in a car and took them to a safe house. Apparently Ahmed’s power was greater than they imagined. There had been dust storms raging through the city, the residents told to stay inside and while they thought it was due to the weather, agency knew that a storm much bigger and much more dangerous was coming: Ahmed. The only way to end this was to kill him and they had to come up with a plan. They also needed rest. The last few weeks had been maddening, constantly running this way and that. It didn’t seem like at any point they could get themselves together before something else popped off or came to light.
Logan was at least glad to see that Saoirse was fine and he had received word from the agents that his parents were safe. He was glad to know they hadn’t been affected by this. Though, he knew that Ahmed wasn’t really after anyone but him and quite possibly Jane. They had been the enemies from the start. He thought about what the heart had shown him, how he and Jane had always been with one another or destined to meet. It was his duty to protect her and he didn’t want to shy away from that, no matter how dangerous it was. He’d held her hand in the backseat, not letting go even when they reached the house. The agents let them know they would drop by to check on them, there was food and drinks provided, but in the meantime to stay inside.
Logan had gently took Jane by the hand to bring her aside. “What are we going to do?” He asked her. This was their battle now, no matter how young they were. It seemed they had to risk their lives again and while this could be his last, Logan would risk it for Jane.
Jane was breathing hard as she found Logan, enveloping her into his arms and she was utterly bewildered they were both alive. Ahmed was still powerful, though. He was still a risk and she stared at Logan,
“I’m okay, I’m alright. Are you?” Ahmed had almost killed him, straight out. She inspected him, at close range as if trying to see whether he was injured. They shouldn’t stay here, they were sitting ducks and Ahmed would be back in a rage after he had grieved. She sat on the sand and just took a moment to catch her breath. They hadn’t died this time, the tables had been turned somehow and she looked around.
“We can’t stay here.” She murmured, not wanting to risk Logan’s life.
“I don’t want to watch you die, not again.” There was something harrowing about what she had seen in the memory. She had still been clinging to life when Logan’s previous life had been taken from him, she had watched light drain from him, trying to brush her fingers against him despite the fact they were soaked in blood.
Jane slowly got to her feet and looked herself over, brushing away the sand and gazing around. She didn’t know what would come next but she knew Ahmed would be in a rage of fury, desperate to claw back at the ones who had taken the love of his life from him like that. She lifted a hand to the side of her head as she tried to clear her mind.
Logan could feel the life of him slowly being drained away and yet it clicked in him, much the same as that vision: he just wanted Jane saved. He watched as she squeezed the heart, it crumbling like a leaf beneath her tight grip before finally filtering into nothing but dist. He knew that soon enough he would be gone, but at least Ahmed too would lose the one he loved this time. It was his way of revenge. There was a gust of wind then, but darkness had already consumed Logan. He could see visions then playing out in his state of unconsciousness, loud piercing screams of the King when he came across their slaughtered bodies. There was a scene of Ahmed and Isis trying to run and hide before they were eventually captured and tortured in front of the others before being forced into their tombs.
Eventually he thought about what the detectives had said, about how this would be their last life if things went badly and that scared Logan. He had too much to live for, he had his parents and he also had Jane. He couldn’t leave Jane. He wouldn’t. He soon gasped for air, sitting up bolt right and coughing, trying to get a clear understanding of where he was and that he was okay. He turned to face jane then, his arms reaching out to cling around her,
“Jane!” He announced, glad that Ahmed had not taken his anger out on the female. Though he was nowhere in sight and that was just as worrisome. Logan thought then; Ahmed was out there still, his spirit now resting in his fully healed body and he was filled with anger at knowing Isis was gone.
Though weakened by the loss of the love of his life, Logan knew that he was out there and there was a chance that he would return.
“Are you alright?” he asked Jane as he came to a stand.
Jane was utterly distracted, she wasn't thinking straight and she couldn't help but think this information would have been better after they destroyed everything. She looked to the heart and got out of the car, staring at the heart in the sane and she swallowed a little. Jane couldn't react before Ahmed had Logan by the throat, staring at her and she looked to the heart.
"I can't. I destroy the heart and he destroys you." She said quietly and looked at Ahmed. She had to be smarter than him, her heart racing in her chest.
"Let him go, or I'll destroy the heart and you'll never get Isis back." She said, she didn't have an option and she looked at Logan, eye brimming with tears. She clutched the beating heart in her palm and started to squeeze it, strangling it before she rummaged in her satchel and brought out the book. She searched for the words, reading in Egyptian as she watched the heart slowly stop beating. The sand trembled and gusts of wind flourished across the desert as Jane dropped the heart which turned to ashes. She swallowed and looked around, her own heart hammering. A visage of Isis appeared in the sweeping sand, screaming as she lashed out at Jane, Jane felt all the pain she had from the stabbing in the dream and gasped as she fell backwards, it was a memory, that was all.
She scrambled to her feet, looking wildly around. She wiped sand from her face,
"Logan?!" She yelled as the sand storm died down and she didn't know if Ahmed would kill him for his insolence or her actions but she hoped not. She was still catching her breath as the sun beat down on her.
Logan was trying to keep up, but honestly everything was moving too fast. One minute they were too young to be saving the world and next he knew they had very precious items forced into their arms and they were once again responsible for saving the world. He was still reeling from the reality of him being a reincarnation and honestly the memory of him being stabbed was still replying over and over in his head. What if things ended badly? As far as what he determined from the agents, there was a strong possibility this would be their last chance at life and that didn’t sit well with Logan. Yet, he didn’t have time to think as there was a disturbance in the building and that could only mean that Ahmed had returned, stronger and ready to wreak havoc on those who once again was foiling the plans of him and his loved one.
Logan didn’t even think he could drive, and he stood outside of the vehicle frozen, the golden case in his arms tucked tightly. It was almost as though he could feel the heart pulsing still, a beat so strong he was sure that it was calling out to Ahmed. Jane didn’t even look like she could keep her eyes open. This was too much for him and everything inside him wanted to run and yet that protective spirit in him had seemingly wakened. Logan didn’t feel much like himself, he just knew they had a mission. If they destroyed the heart Ahmed had nothing to live for and this would all be over. He said nothing as he got into the jeep and waited for Jane before starting and beginning to drive. He needed no directions a she just intuitively knew where to go.
He was nervous, but as they drove there was some small slip of hope that this would all be over. He drove through the night, the desert becoming familiar and as if his mind was glitching, he would occasionally see old temples and the likes popping up. They soon reached the site of where he just [I knew] Isis’ body had once laid. It was the original site where they had found the book. Logan parked and got out, placing the box deep into the sand. It as a cold night, and he shivered. Before he could even open it, Ahmed was there, his hand now tight around Logan’s neck and drawing him up. He looked to Jane pleading. This was it, the end and should he die, he didn’t care.
“Destroy it,” he managed to croak out.
Jane was completely shocked, it felt like electricity was coursing through her and yet it was equally terrifying. Logan had been her protector in a previous life, her betrothed even. She didn’t think she would ever get the image of his death out of her head. She rubbed her thighs with her palms and listened to Logan speak.
“I don’t know.” Isis and Ahmed has killed them both once before and Jane wasn’t about to let it happen again.
“We put them down before they put us down.” She murmured. She got to her feet and sighed quietly. She hadn’t known any of this, her lineage was not to Isis but to a different ancestor, a previous life. Was she meant to continually meet with Logan in every life she had?
“I’m so confused.” She said and ran a hand through her hair. The agent came back in with coffee and eyed the two,
“It’s not uncommon. You two have met and died together in every life. That’s why we knew Ahmed was coming for you both.” She remarked as she set down a tray and took a cup of black coffee, handing over a file and pulling out some pictures.
“See? In the sixteen hundreds you were Emilia Roserette, Lady of Hawthorn House and you married the stately Mr Jones.” She pointed to the portrait and Jane furrowed her brow, staring at the painted portrait. It looked like her, and the man at her side was Logan.
“These are not your ancestors, these are your previous lives. In every life you two end up together. It’s rather sweet.” She said and watched them.
“But I fear for a tragic ending of this one. If Isis or Ahmed put you both to the afterlife then your souls will be sent to the underworld, you understand? There will be no next life, no next chapter.” She said and there was a ruckus from somewhere.
“We have company. Take the heart and destroy it, where Isis was buried, the pyramid to the south where she was buried alive.” The woman pushed a book into Jane’s hands and the heart into Logan’s. Jane dropped it all into her satchel.
“There’s a car out front.” She said and gestures along some tunnels.
Jane stared at Logan, he was quite literally her soulmate and she wasn’t sure what to do with this information. For now, they had to run and she made her way out front of the building and into a jeep. She let Logan drive and caught her breath.
“What the Hell is going on?” She murmured and rubbed her eyes.
Logan found himself looking down at his hands. There was no sign of the gold tendril wrapped around his wrists, but he found tow cold cuffs, one on each arm that he wore. He found his reflection in a golden bowl, where he looked at his reflection in the water that was gathered inside it. Logan held some resemblance to his current self, but his eyes were more almond shaped and his usual blonde tresses were now dark, longer than normal and curly. He looked dto his side where a sharp weapon rested against his hip, a cloth square in form wrapped around his waist and he was bare chested. He certainly felt like himself and yet he didn’t – it was hard to explain.
It was then he saw who he suspected to be Jane. Though Logan admittedly was confused, as all this time they had believed that Jane came from the bloodline of Isis. Instead, it turned that she had come from Liana, the whistleblower of isis and Ahmed’s plans. He reached up to press his hand against Liana’s cheek, his thumb running over her lips before they learned in for a kiss. Her hand was warm against his chest as he held her closer he felt like this was where they were meant to be. Though the moment was soon disrupted and he was roughly pulled away. The vision seemed shift then, as though Logan’s current body was pulling from the memory in fear.
Fear of knowing what was to come. There was Isis then and Ahmed, standing over them, Ahmed’s brute strength maintaining to keep him strapped to the bed and in one swift moment he watched as the blade came crashing down and eventually into his chest. The impact alone too his breath away, no time to scream before the blade came down once more. He turned to look toward Liana, too weak to take her hand, the light soon leaving from his eyes as death overtook him.
When Logan came to, he was slack in the chair for a moment, though when [I consciousness] filled him, he sat up quickly, fast breathing tumbling out. He placed his hand against his heart, looking toward the detectives for answers, though what they had seen told them everything they needed to know. Logan couldn’t believe that they had been the ones who had eventually caused the deaths of Ahmed and Isis once their plan for ruling was found out. It was no wonder that Ahmed hated Logan and why Isis had infiltrated Jane’s dreams and memories. The detectives had left to give them some space and get them something to eat, though Logan was still coming down from the vision that everything within him was unsettled.
“Yes,” Logan said then as he looked up at Jane. So, they had in some sense been meant to meet with one another. And it explained why Logan had always identified so closely with Egyptian history.
“This is crazy,” Logan said, coming to a stand when he could trust his footing. He needed to walk off this weird energy still coursing through his body. This meant that they were definitely in trouble. “If Ahmed gets in here, he can bring Isis to life. What are we going to do then?”
Jane couldn’t believe what was being said. She knew about past lives and reincarnations and everything else but she wasn’t ever sure she believed in them. Thomas brought the heart out and she swallowed thickly, she wasn’t expecting that at all. At least they had the heart, so it was safe for now but she knew Ahmed would try and track this down. It wouldn’t take him long either, not with his strength and power growing ever so steadily. She watched a golden tendril wrap around Logan. He had been her protector? It sort of made sense, maybe.
“Touch it.” The woman said and Jane glanced to the heart. She reached out and immediately glowing golden tendril grappled her arm, snaking up her arm and Jane gasped.
When she opened her eyes, she was not in a room. She stood on a balcony, overlooking great sands and pyramids. She glanced down at herself, she was wearing gold plates and hanging beads and not much else. Her skin was bronzed and glowing and her hair hung straight and loose. Something was wrong. She turned to see her valued protector, smiling softly. It wasn’t uncommon for them to steal away moments at night together. Theirs was a love story for the ages. She had known for some time that Ahmed and Isis were hedonistic traitors, she had reported them to the guards who were biding their time, but so was Ahmed and Isis.
She approached her favourite warrior, running her hands down his bare chest and leaning up to kiss him, desire overcoming her and she pulled him to the bed with the silk curtains around it. She could go no further before a set of rough hands pulled them apart and Ahmed had her protector pinned to the ground.
“Liana.” Isis voice said as she revealed herself and Liana glared, looking to her guard.
“We are undone because of you.” Isis continued and she could see the sheen of a blade in her hands,
“Suffer.” Isis said and smirked at her guard before pinning Liana to the bed and striking hard and true through her chest with the knife, more than once as they forced her lover to watch before finishing him off.
Jane woke with a gasp, desperate to get air into her lungs as she was freed from the golden tendril and she looked to Logan. Logan has been her protector, Jane had been Liana of Egypt, stabbed to death in her bed as a last act of cruelty by Isis and Ahmed. Her heart was hammering and she looked to the agents.
“We’ll get you some food. We will be back in an hour or so. Stay here.” The female said and nodded to Thomas, leading him out. Those two kids would need some time to understand what was going on. Thomas made sure to take the heart with him, only trusting it on his person right that moment. Jane watched them go and looked to Logan,
“Did you- Did you see it?” She asked, wondering if it had been a shared vision.
They both soon headed into the building after the officers, Logan sticking close to Jane. He knew he didn’t really have any reason to fear them as they seemed official enough. Though it did make him wonder what more of a role Jane had to play in this event. True it had been a bit of a silly thought for them to think that just the three of them could somehow end Ahmed’s plan to reunite with Isis and take over as rulers of the world. But, he had some hope that maybe with luck on their side, they could very well see an end to those plans. Tonight had been a startling reality that that was not possible. Had that cop not shot through Ahmed, Logan was sure that he would have lost his lie. That scared him and he shivered as they entered the building and not just from the change in temperature. It was cold, and quiet, though there were many rooms they passed that led him to believe they weren’t the only ones there. Logan thought about Johnny then; what were they going to do with him? What were they going to do now that they had the heart and the body of Isis? Could they really keep Ahmed from bringing his plan to life?
They soon entered a room which Logan could only explain as comfortable, though not cozy. There was a small lounge like area in the corner, a couch and table. He noticed Saoirse sleeping on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her. he was sure she was freaked out of her mind while separated from them. They took a seat at a table then. Lisa, the female agent, had started to go on about a tale that both Logan and Jane knew all too well. Though as she continued, pouring them a cup of coffee, there was something more leading in the end of her tale.
Logan looked to Jane then at the end of Lisa’s speech. He furrowed his brows in thought. What was she saying? That Logan was some reincarnated guard? That this was the whole reason as to why the both of them came to meet with one another and open this portal to hell as though they were destined to . . . Logan had to admit he had felt an attraction to Jane quite quickly, something about her being so familiar and despite obvious reasons, his wish to protect her seemed to go deeper than him just wanting to protect her from Ahmed only. There was a tenderness to his care and how he paid attention to her, the way it had felt to kiss her that night at the gala.
Thomas, the male agent, soon returned with the gold box that had once been in the hands of Johnny. He opened it, to present what seemed like the impossible; a still vibrant dark red heart, almost tethered to the box, beating softly. Thomas placed it between the two.
‘Well, touch it,” he said to which he earned a strange look from Logan. Though curiosity got the best of him, he reached out and almost as if expecting his presence, golden tendril shot from the heart, wrapping around his arm like a thick gold rope, seeping in. His eyes had opened wide then and with a gasp, he found himself almost transported to a time before, a time he knew, a time when he was not Logan.
"What did you two think you were going to do anyways?" The female officer, Marie, piped up, "Two teenagers, going off to save the world like loves young dream?" She remarked and tutted as she shook her head, keeping her eyes on the road. They had a secure building out in desert. It would keep them safe while they figured out a plan for these two. She nodded when her partner mentioned Jane,
"Yup, we need the girl from the vision. We'll explain, come on, get inside." She said as she parked up and gestured them into a plain looking building in the middle of nowhere. Jane looked to Logan and in all truth she was scared but she didn't get a danger vibe from these people, they were here to help right?
She got out the car and followed them inside, silently as they found a room with some chairs and some coffee was put out.
"So why me?" She asked and Marie gave a smirk.
"Don't you know what you are? Well I suppose both of you." She said and gestured to Logan with a shrug. Jane stared at her blankly.
"You are Isis' only living relative, it's ironic really. Some cute little history student from London, now being the only living relative. But you're not just that, Jane Hastings. You're a reincarnation." She said to her with a smirk. Jane raised an eyebrow, these people were crazy. "Why do you think you can communicate with Ahmed?" Marie said and sat in a chair with a coffee, stirring it.
"Ahmed and Isis were lovers, forbidden by the laws of their time. Isis was betrothed to the pharoe at the time, an illustrious leader and he had a daughter from a previous marriage. Not uncommon for the times, his daughter was Liandra." Marie continued as she poured some coffees for the two.
"Liandra was the one to snitch, blow the whole thing and Isis and Ahmed were doomed to a horrible death and worse afterlife. But they got their vengeance first, they killed Liandra in the night, cut her open on her bed and bled her dry." She explained and looked to Logan.
"And you, this is not your first life." She said.
"Think hard, Logan. Do you ever wonder why you two are the ones involved in all of this? Look at each other. You were once her protector, a brave warrior sent to protect the Pharoe's daughter." She motioned for them to look at each other and sighed.
Jane stared at Logan, this didn't make any sense. This was the first time she had ever met Logan, they were from different countries and completely different backgrounds. Jane watched Logan and then looked back to Marie and her partner. None of this was right.
"Oh for heavens sake, bring the heart. That'll spark something in them." She said and looked to a guard. She looked back to the two,
"Touch the heart of Isis, learn the truth about your entire lives."
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