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?"
Perhaps it wasn't a smart idea to let Layla, a woman Zahra had only met merely two days ago, tell her where they needed to go...but Zahra also trusted Nephthy's amour to keep her safe and Layla would need protection too.
It seemed that they had made the right choice to follow Steven when they heard the demanding voice of the man Zahra realised to be Arthur Harrow
"Where is the scarab?"
"I have it," Layla said loudly, raising the golden object into the air.
"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!"
"Summon the suit." said Layla to Steven.
"Sorry, what? Summon the suit."
"'Summon the soup'?" What are you saying?" Steven questioned.
"The suit. Summon it."
"The suit?"
"And keep this safe." said Layla.
"So be it."
Zahra didn't want to summon her suit.
It was stupid in the moment, she knew that, but she had the skills without the suit. She only used the suit when she needed to as it often provided the perfect level of surprise and attack for bad situations. Not to mention, the suit wouldn't allow any type of trust or negotiation.
Nephthys hadn't appeared in a long time either, knowingly avoiding the Moon God.
"Steven, hurry up!" Zahra insisted, pulling by the arm up the stairs as Layla fought off a follower.
"Here." Zahra pushed them both into a room,"Bolt the door."
"Oh, my God. I'm going to die in an evil magician's man cave." Steven panicked.
"No. Hey. Listen to me. Listen to me."
Zahra zoned out of the conversation Layla was having with Steven, focusing all her strength on keeping the door shut, arms braced outwards and pushing her back against the wood. She wasn't sure how long she could hold it.
"Layla, this isn't helping him!" Zahra scolded as Marc placed his hands over his ears,"Just stop!"
Zahra left the door, hoping it could hold for another moment. While her armour would allow her to hold off many of the followers, she couldn't protect all three of them on her own.
