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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As soon as Omari had left the house, Zahra moved to bolt the doors and head upstairs to the bedroom she had once shared with Marc.
The two of them had never been in Cairo enough to make it worth decorating their rooms, leaving barely anything but the bed, a desk and a mirror. Zahra had never been very materialistic anyway and there were other countries they were often hopping to.
When she opened the door quietly, she frowned. Marc was sat on the floor against the tiles, his back leaning against the bed shirtless. The balcony doors were wide open and curtains blowing in the slight breeze that caught them. Zahra had always been far more equipped for the heat than Marc had...or Steven for that matter.
"Hey," Zahra whispered, sliding onto the floor next to him.
He turned his head towards her slightly, trailing her face with his eyes as though to remind himself she was real. She held out her hand towards the alcohol bottle.
"Give me that," Zahra demanded.
"You don't drink—"
"I do now," Zahra grumbled, taking the bottle of alcohol from him and gulping a large amount.
She had thrown her jacket onto the bed upon entry to the room, leaving her in the thin tank top. She held the bottle of Vodka in one hand while taking Marc's hand in her other, her head leaning to rest. upon his shoulder.
"What happened when I died?" Zahra mumbled. "I don't remember any of it and you're still upset about it."
"What was the last thing you remember?"
"I remember being in pain—" This made Marc frown immediately and tighten his grip on Zahra's hand. "—and looking for you. That's it."
"You didn't tell me what happened before I found you," Marc began.
Marc shifted slightly, which didn't help either of them in the uncomfortable heat, but he wanted to place his arm around her waist.
"I found you being followed by a group of criminals, tried to take them out without you getting involved but...but you had been stabbed and one of them grabbed you to get my attention." Marc paused as Zahra lifted her head up to look at him, Marc looking back down at her. "I watched that man kill you with no remorse, Z, none. I held you when...when..."
"It's okay," Zahra whispered. "I get it."
"More of them came and I just entered a rage, when I got back to you, you were gone. I couldn't do anything," Marc paused. "There was just sand...dark red sand."
"I'm sorry, Marc."
"It's my fault, not yours," Marc insisted. "I shouldn't have listened when you told me you could go alone."
