Magi Saga 1: Epic Calling by Andrew Dobell Read Free Book Online Page A

grown bored of it now, and this time he really pulled. Amy’s nails scraped along the stone slab in a desperate bid for grip, a couple of them popped loose from her fingers leaving little trails of blood along the sand stone as she disappeared into the darkness.
    Amy’s voice echoed from the tomb, she sobbed and wailed and begged for mercy, screaming ‘No,’ over and over again. Soon the words became unrecognisable in amongst the screaming and crying, while Horlack grunted and growled. Amy’s cries ended in a scream that sounded more animal then human, but other sounds continued to issue from the room as Horlack indulged himself.
     
    The Bedouin scanned the tents around him, convinced he’d heard something this time. He disliked the scavenging he was forced to do, but the policies of the Egyptian government were putting an end to his way of life. Allah would understand, he would pray for forgiveness again later.
    He stopped outside another tent and noticed the dropped mug in the sand. He frowned but ignored it and stepped inside.
    Jackpot!
    Spread out on the table were the finds from this dig, he disliked these white men who came in the name of science to open up the tombs and take away the history and heritage of his country, he would take these and sell them himself instead.
    The huge slab in the centre of the table caught his eye first, he lifted it slowly in awe of the detail in the carvings. This would feed his family for a month at least. He had been about to turn his attention to the other items when an almighty roar sounded in the distance.
    The Bedouin froze. It had been a bone chilling sound, the type of sound you hear only in nightmares. He leapt from the tent into the light, convinced there’d be a lion or something outside. But he could see nothing, just the sand, kicked around the tents that dotted the area by a light wind. The day felt warm, and yet he felt a chill in the air, something wasn’t right.
    An almighty crashing sound issued from the nearby plateau, the sound of heavy stone falling on stone, followed by another, louder roar.
    The Bedouin didn’t need any more warning, he turned and ran towards his camel atop a nearby dune, the stone slab in hand. He might not have everything he wanted but he wasn’t leaving without this beauty.
    He knew exactly where to go, if he made good time he could be in Cairo in a day, in time for the next market. There he knew someone who would pay well for such a prize.
     
    The wind picked up suddenly, rushing through the camp, the tents protesting by slapping the loose canvas against their sides, the guide ropes trailing. The sand flowed like a ghostly apparition in the evening twilight, pulled to an area outside the camp, the force of the gale growing as it reached the epicentre of a mini whirlwind on a nearby dune. The spiralling gale of sand caught the low sun light turning it golden and luminous as it whipped around, growing in intensity towards the centre.
    It was over in a matter of seconds, the winds stopping dead as if switched off by some unseen button. The sand dropped to the ground around two figures. They had not been there moments before when the wind had picked up, they hadn’t been in Egypt at all in fact, but here they stood, as the sand hissed to the floor they gazed out over the dunes.
    Kez looked at the landscape before her, it wasn’t her first time in the desert and most likely probably not her last. The deserts of the world were never her favourite place to be, they were dry and hot and she found it very difficult to walk in them. The sand got everywhere; it itched and seemed to be impossible to get rid of. Kez wasn’t dressed for this hot environment, she wore a large flowing ragged cloak, its dirty ends catching the dry wind. Beneath her hood, Kez's face in all its alien beauty hid in the shadows. Her strange appearance and alien movements made the average person on the street feel very uncomfortable it looked so odd. She relished those