Hidden Dunes

Prologue

There was a sharp clang as a gold metal bracelet hit the stone floor of a tomb.
"You fool!" Aker whispered harshly to his partner, Adeben. He was holding a bag open, which was halfway full with treasure from the tomb they we're currently robbing. "Do you want us to be caught? Hurry up!" His eyes constantly snuck glances at the entrance with manic intensity. If they were caught, then they could be sure they'd be as good as dead. Adeben grumbled but quickly picked up the bracelet and put it along with the rest of the valuables in the bag. Closing the bag, the two take their leave. The sight of the tomb entrance installed a bit of relief in Aker but he pushed it down. He would let relief flow when he is miles from this place. They stepped out of the tomb, sand stained white by the full moon beaming down on it, when Aker suddenly stopped and Adeben bumped into him.
"Why did you stop?" He questioned, annoyed. Aker didn't answer, shakily raising a hand, pointing at something in front of them with a scared look on his face.
"A-A-Anubis!" Adeben followed his gaze and saw the silhouetted shape of a jackal headed figure with a long, hooked staff about as tall as the figure. He squinted then slapped Aker upside the head.
"Idiot. That's not Anubis. That's just a child wearing a mask." Aker blinked and looked a bit closer at the figure. Adeben was correct. It was a young female wearing a black jackal mask that hid her upper face, leaving the lower on display. A greyish strip of material acting as a veil fluttered in the light breeze of the desert. Bandages covered her hands to her upper arms as well as her chest, acting as a sort of "shirt" and leaving her midriff bare. She wore greyish/white harem pants with a yellow and blue belt that extended down the front. Her Ankh necklace drew their eyes towards it, seeing the gold shine of the accessory. Aker chuckled and called out towards the female.
"Little girl, maybe you should return home. Your parents must be worried."
"What are you doing, Aker? We should kill her before she runs to the guards." Adeben hissed in his ear. Aker didn't take his eyes off the female as he responded.
"By the time she gets the guards, we'll be long gone. Besides, who would believe her?" The female shifted slightly, the hand holding the spear tightening just a bit.
"You have something that doesn't belong to you. I suggest you put it back or face the consequences." She warned, voice as cold as the desert nights in winter. Adeben sneered, taking a small knife from his belt. They were wasting time. He would not be caught because of a brat. The man charged at the female, who dodged and gracefully swung her staff, hitting him on the back of the neck and knocking him unconscious. Dismissing the man once he was down for the count, the girl turned her attention towards a shaking Aker. "Return what you have stolen." Aker nodded, beads of sweat going down his forehead despite the cool night.
"O-ok. I'll return them." He turned, going back inside the tomb. He soon heard footsteps following him and knew the girl was making sure he truly returned the treasure. Once he had put them in their rightful place, he looked at the masked girl. "Can I go now?" His hopes were dashed when the girl shook her head.
"You have been weighed and found wanting. May the Lord of the Duat have mercy." She tapped the butt of her staff on the floor and black, decaying hands emerged from the floor under Aker, grabbing his legs. He struggled as they began to pull him down.
"No! Please, don't! No. Noooo!" The girls watched, the empty black eye hold in the mask betraying none of her emotions. Aker's screams faded as he was fully pulled into the void, leaving only an eerie silence and the girl in the tomb. She turned on her heel and exited the tomb, approaching the still unconscious robber and giving him the same fate. Job finished, the girl looked to the moon.
"You have been avenged. You may now resume your rest." A breeze blew by, ruffling the sand around her. The girl then started walking away. The moon and desert the only witnesses to what transpired that night.