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...
"Senfu marked that tomb two thousand years ago," Zahra realised. "It may not be much for a star but it could make a difference in where we're looking. It could be miles away from where we're supposed to be."
It was one of those moments where Zahra couldn't remember why she knew that, she just did.
"We would have to know exactly where the stars were positioned exactly on that night. If we don't, that's it," Omari added.
Zahra's attention was drawn to the top of the dune in front of them. She and Steven met eyes as they both saw the Gods they were avatars to. Zahra gestured to the top of the hill to her friends and led them up there. The sand slid under their free as she reached the top.
"I remember that night. I remember every night." Spoke Khonshu.
"Khonshu?" Steven questioned.
"I can turn back the night sky."
"How?" Zahra questioned.
"It will come at a cost, and I cannot do it alone," Khonshu added.
"Zahra and I can help," Nephthys added as she appeard. "You may control the night but I control the entire sky, Khonshu."
Khonshu said nothing but gave her a nod of acknowledgement as Steven looked at her in awe.
"Steven, Zahra, when the gods imprison us, you and Marc need to free us," Nephthys added. "Do what Khonshu does and remain calm. You have been a great Avatar and you need to trust yourself, Zahra."
Suits engulfed Steven and Zahra as they raised one hand in front of them. Then, the other creates a slow circular motion. The sky begins to move as nights fly past their eyes, stars, moon and galaxy spinning around them. It was beautiful.
"Whoa! Oh, man! This is mental." Steven exclaimed.
Bright white lines rolled throughout the sky as it spread up. Zahra was getting dizzy just looking at it but she couldn't stop being in control of her movements. Speckles of light danced across before the sky began to slow.
"This is the night."
"This is surprisingly painful,"Steven commented.
"It's working," Layla said.
"It's working?" Zahra breathed. "Good."
Exhaustion was spreading through her body, as was a slow nauseous feeling that she wasn't even aware she could host.
"I don't feel good," Zahra commented as her mask and hood fell.
"I don't know how much longer I can do this," Steven said, straining to keep his hands up.
Steven fell to his knees while Zahra began to shake but still stood with Omari's hand on her shoulder. Zahra's suit fell away and Omari could no longer hold her up, the woman tumbling into the sand. Steven had collapsed alongside her.
"Zahra!" Omari slapped her cheek lightly. "Zahra, get up! I know you just moved the sky but wake up!"
Headlines came towards them and Layla began to panic. Omari quickly ordered her to drag Zahra while he dragged Steven — or Marc — down the hill. They pushed the two down the hill before running after them.
"Leave them," Omari ordered. "They'll think they are dead!"
"How can you be sure?"
"They shoot on movement," Omari replied, taking Layla's hand. "I've worked against enough of them to know."
Omari and Layla hid inside the truck as Arabic was spoken outside. Layla couldn't help but make sure Steven and Zahra were safe but Omari had another plan, grabbing a red flare to get their attention. As gunshots rained upon them, Layla took the flare and threw it towards the gun. They exploded the car.
When Omari and Layla turned around, they saw Zahra and Steven looking at them with shocked looks.
"What?"
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