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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Zahra woke up with Marc next to her, something she couldn't even understand that she missed during those two months. Part of her was slightly glad she was forced to not be around him because Zahra remembered struggling to sleep whenever Marc wasn't there.
"Hi," Marc whispered when he saw she was awake.
Zahra hummed as she tried to adjust her eyes to the sun. The heat didn't bother here now that she had adjusted to being back in her home country and city.
"We need to get dressed," said Marc, "We have someone to look for."
"Suit or no suit?" Zahra mumbled as she climbed out of bed.
"No suit, we're not trying to be seen, Z."
"Shame."
"Shame?"
"While I find you slightly attractive in the suit — don't smirk at me, Marc Spector — my suit is better," Zahra shrugged.
Zahra summonsed her suit and spun around in it, the gold shining in the sun. However, she had noticeably left her mask and hood off so Marc could see her smiling.
"I think it looks good on me," Zahra smiled as she spun around. "A lot less 'mummified' than yours is...and shinier."
"I don't want to be shiny," Marc scoffed. "I just need it to protect me."
Zahra rolled her eyes,"Mine does both! Omari always said—"
"Who even is that guy, Z?"
"Omari is my friend, he helped me and stayed with me since," Zahra replied, allowing her suit to disappear. "He's an astronomer and spy so Nephthys liked him, he'd look after the people we were saving while I...you know. And nothing ever went on like I think you're insulating, it wasn't like that."
Marc nodded as Zahra placed a knife in her combat boots, something she had learnt from Marc while they fought together. They were hunting down people that they knew had information on where Harrow could possibly have gone with the scarab. Time was running out.
"I think I'm faster than you now," Zahra grinned as she ran onto the rooftop alongside Marc. "You lose, American! Ha!"
"Shut up, Z," Marc grumbled, spotting the people they had gone after.
Zahra frowned as she skidded to a stop, spotting the dead body on the floor. She didn't know why he had to die but she doubted he got a chance to get out of the situation.
"Oh, shit. You killed him?" Marc huffed. "I needed to talk to that guy."
"About a dig site." Zahra added. "Guess we're gonna have to talk to you instead."
"You're too late. You're never gonna find Harrow."
"Really?" Marc seemed amused as the man threw up a knife,"Oh, wow."
