[DISCONTINUED UFN] BENEATH SANDS OF BLOOD ⟶ THE MUMMY 1999/2017

𝐢 ⟶ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

a/n: please ignore the fact that her clothing is not exactly -- period accurate :) i love this gif & it fits the chapter the best

also i don't know when merlin took place so i'm making it up :)

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"I need no human grace when I have a God's."

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THEBES, UNKNOWN DATE

THREE HUNDRED YEARS alone in the desert, and the figure that had just appeared in the street of Thebes looked as young as ever. Having a god grant her immortality - and having his protection - had sheltered her from both natural and unnatural death, and those three centuries allowed her plot to grow and mutate until she had the exact plan she needed.

Only a human had snatched the Dagger from her, and Ahmanet was furious. The once-queen had left her refuge to hunt it down, for it was instrumental in the carrying out of her plans. Some mortal witch had figured out how to get past the desert and take Ahmanet by surprise a week ago.

When she had discovered it missing, sandstorms had swept the entire desert for three days straight.

The queen-turned-immortal had come to the very first place she had sensed the Dagger had been since leaving the oasis in the desert. It called to her - it wanted to be at her side, to complete the task it was created for. The Dagger wanted to come back, and Ahmanet wanted it back. And once the immortal found the wretched human who had dared to take it, she would rip them apart.

As she stood in the shadows between the mud brick and sandstone buildings on either side, she wondered whether her outfit would do. Ahmanet had long since donned ebony as the usual shade that adorned her body, and red as well. Crimson glittered regularly against her tanned skin - crimson was the color of blood, of the lifeless desert home to the very god who had granted her sanctuary from death and from the Medjai. Though, crimson was considered bad luck, dark, to Egypt. Or it had in her day. Perhaps they had changed now.

Or not.

Well - fear was never unwelcome to her.

Regardless, while she would enjoy the uncomfortableness her clothing and choice of colors would induce, there would not be many out tonight to even see it. At this hour, most people would be quietly asleep.

Much easier to kill them all, however.

The woman's gold - albeit unsplit - eyes glittered in the darkness of the night, illuminated by a nearby light coming from a window. The presence of evil could be felt at her shoulder, but the woman was unfazed. Set watched her, as he always did. Both to ensure her safety and to ensure she completed her end of the deal - and then he would grant her what she truly wanted.

So. Thebes.

Now what would an English witch be doing in Thebes after stealing an Egyptian treasure?

Ahmanet remained in the shadows, eyes flickering about the darkened streets. Only thieves and beggars and the criminal kind roamed these streets after dark, and they could certainly try to harm her. In fact, she was rather hoping one would. She hadn't had an opportunity to torture someone in - how long? Three centuries? Three centuries too long, really.

But before her hunt truly began. . .

The woman turned and disappeared down the alley, weaving through the streets as though she had been born and raised here. Really, she just followed the sound of the river ahead of her - the life-giver. The revered waters. Birthplace of the god Ra, and sustainer of Egypt. Even Ahmanet relied on the Nile for her life, and she well knew it.