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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Boots slammed upon puddles, splashing mud-filled water along the dirt roads; yelling from all directions echoed in dust-filled air as the desert sun beamed down to burn those unprotected by the blistering heat; streaks of glistening gold and midnight black, alongside forest green, followed by streaks of all coloured clothes.
The gold-clothed Egyptian pulled two swords from her back holster, temporarily blinding her teammate through the reflection.
"Surrender before your soul has been engulfed in darkness."
The warrior, clad in her intricately designed armour that gleamed under the Egyptian sun, spoke in fluent Arabic, her voice a deep and resonant contrast to her usual demeanour. She had tirelessly pursued the criminals who terrorized the streets of Cairo, her determination unwavering as she navigated through bustling markets and shadowy alleys. Those who knew her understood that the commanding tone she adopted while armoured and ready for battle was a far cry from the gentle, melodic voice she used in her everyday life.
As she confronted the leader of the gang, a loud, obnoxious laugh escaped his lips, echoing around the narrow alley where they stood. His henchmen, brimming with bravado, began to draw their weapons, metal glinting menacingly in the waning sunlight. Yet, her focus remained steadfast. With practised poise, the warrior turned to her partner, urgency in her eyes to move to the girls who'd been taken.
"You have committed crimes against the gods. If you do not change today, serve your time and live as good people, your soul cannot be saved!" The cold voice spoke out into the night.
"You are a fraud! You are a woman! You cannot take all of us and we shall not bow to any god!" The criminal sneered.
"So be it."
Was she really a good person? She had to be, they were criminals, and they had their chance to live.
The avatar of Nephthys jumped into the air, slashing her blade along the leader's chest. Cries echoed into the air as the avatar struck again and again, each person dying swiftly. It was not in her nature to torture.
Apart from the leader, whom she needed information from.
Kneeling down, she placed her hand under the man's chin and lifted his head so he was looking directly into her eyes. He trembled, his eyes darting to each member that the woman had slayed before his eyes. There was no regret in her eyes as she glared him down.
"Was this a random kidnapping?" She hissed.
"Y-Yes–"
The sand began to whirl around Zahra Okasha as her golden eyes bore into the soul of the man in front of her. She knew when someone was lying to her and she had never been wrong.
"You're lying." She pursed her lips from behind her mask. "This is your final chance, tell me the truth and I shall spare you from death to the authorities."
