Zahra was dead. At least, she should have been if it weren't for an Egyptian Goddess deciding she didn't deserve to die so young. Yet, Zahra had no memories of the time before becoming an Avatar and it seemed that a trip to a familiar place was soon...
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"I need to know, where is the scarab?"
Zahra felt a mix of apprehension and determination as she let Layla, a woman she had only met just two days prior, take the lead in deciding their next move. Despite her own instinct to follow her intuition, Zahra couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that accompanied their journey. She trusted Nephthy's protective instincts implicitly though, believing that if anyone could keep them safe, it was her. Yet, she also understood that Layla would require protection in this unfamiliar territory.
Initially, Zahra had considered pursuing Steven alone. After all, she felt capable and had a firm grasp on what she was doing. However, Layla had firmly insisted on joining her, a decision that ultimately proved wise. As they rode their motorbikes through the dimly lit streets, they followed the car Steven was in. When the moment felt right, they parked their bikes at a safe distance and proceeded to approach their destination on foot, feeling the adrenaline coursing through them.
Crouching low behind a wall, they could hear the urgent and authoritative voice of a man who Zahra quickly recognized as Arthur Harrow. Her heart raced as she strained to listen, realizing that they were witnessing a confrontation that could alter the course of their mission. The tension in the air was palpable as Harrow attempted to interrogate Steven, who Zahra suspected was in fact Marc's twin— a piece of information Layla remained oblivious to.
"Where is the scarab?" Harrow's voice pierced the stillness, thick with menace.
The way he spoke held a chilling intensity, and Zahra's instincts screamed at her to stay hidden, to wait and gather more information before making their next move. She went to exchange a glance with Layla, but it seemed the woman had already revealed herself.
"I have it," Layla said loudly, raising the golden object into the air.
"Your friend is an idiot," Nephthys mumbled, appearing besides Zahra.
Zahra ignored her as she stood next to Layla, glaring down Harrow. She knew nothing about the man, other than the fact Nephthys believed him to be dangerous.
"You couldn't possibly understand the value of what you're holding," Harrow emphasised.
He held his hand out as Zahra and Layla walked towards him, surrounded by his followers.
"Let me have that, I'll keep it safe." Harrow added.
"There is no deal in this, Marc." Khonshu said. "Fix this. Fix this!"
"You and your deals..." Nephthys raged. "Zahra, you must keep that Scarab. It is not safe with Harrow."
Zahra glanced at the two arguing Gods, noticing the way that Harrow was staring her down. She assumed he must have caught the way she stared into 'thin air'.
