Chapter 3

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"Where...is this?" I asked confused.

"This is the kingdom of Ra, of Egypt." Azark answered. I was just talking to Malayna about Egypt. But why am I here? "What is your name miss?" Azark asked.

Immediately I thought back to Malayna telling me about Nefertari. "Nefertari" I blurted out.

"That Egyptian name suits you well miss Nefertari." Azark complimented as he bowed.

"Wait! No! I'm not-" I tried to explain but he cut me off.

"Lady Nefertari, to tell you the truth, we are in some trouble, and I believe you are the only one who can help us." He said still on his knee.

"You're not listening to me," I said as I stood up and wrapped my flannel around my waist, "Thank you for saving me but I really have to go home. Sorry I can't help." I looked around for any sign of civilization. "Now where is the airport?" I muttered under my breath.

"If you are willing to help us, we can send you home safely tomorrow." Azark said, suddenly standing right behind me.

"You can...send me home?" I asked as I whipped my head back.

Without warning Pax grabbed me from behind and put me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I let out a high pitched scream.

"Why are you negotiating with her? Just bring her with us." Pax said. He sounded irritated.

"Put me down!" I yelled. I pounded my fist on his back but it had no effect.

"Pax don't act recklessly. We must ask for the consent of Lady Nefertari in this matter." Azark raised his voice to scold him.

"Azark, we don't have time to explain everything to her" He said angrily. "This girl has golden hair, blue eyes and fair skin. That will fulfill his plan. I believe out of every woman we've seen, Lady Nefertari is the most suitable." Pax said with a smirk.

"Lady Nefertari, we just want you to attend tonight's party. We will send you home tomorrow." Azark announced. He looks horrified as Pax lifted me up to put me on his horse.

"Hey! I haven't agreed yet!" I yelled as I tried to wiggle out of his hands. Pax dropped me onto the saddle. It was hard and uncomfortable. Both my legs were on one side. I grasped the horse's mane; afraid I'd fall off. Pax got on behind me and reached for the reins.

"Hold on tight, my horse midnight, doesn't like when people other than me ride her." That's not reassuring at all. I thought. I'm gonna fall of this horse and get trampled before I get a chance to go home. "Ya!"

I screamed again as the horse started to gallop. Buddha! Jesus! God! Anyone! I don't wanna die here! Can someone tell me what is going on?

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