The Sands of Time

I\'ve put this story up before, but it was a little dull so I spiced things up a bit. So i hope you enjoy the new version of Sands of Time. Comments are welcome and votes, thanks and enjoy ^.^

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Two bodies intertwined under the pale moonlight. The quiet desert night was now filled with the sounds of moans and growls.
One of the bodies belonged to a young woman. She lay sprawled out over the ground, only a cape separated her burning hot flesh from the cold sand. Her long blond hair fanned out around her like a blanket and her body glistened with beads of sweat.
In one final arch of her back and a loud scream into the empty night her lover spilled his seed into her. With a heaving chest her emerald eyes locked with gold ones. His beautiful honey eyes put the sun’s rays to shame. His long silver hair cascaded to his broad shoulders, looking like a thousand crystals shinning in the moonlight. The girl couldn’t help but smile up at him.
She reached a hand up to cup his face. He leaned into the touch, purring like a content kitten.
“Seth, I love you,” the girl whispered.
“As do I. I love you more than life itself” he replied in deep silky voice.
“Please, don’t talk like that Seth. Tesara, does not wish for Seth to give up his life”
His usual cold eyes sparked with tenderness that he only saved for her. “I know that, I would never want to leave you,” he whispered back.
“Then Seth shall not go?” she the girl asked excitedly. Her eyes holding hope that her lover would not leave by dawn.
“I cannot agree to that. You know if I don’t fight we will never be truly free” he replied sadly
“But what if Seth dies?” Tesara asked worriedly.
The young man leaned down planting a kiss upon the girl’s head. A low chuckle escaped from his throat. “Dear one, I am a great warrior I will not fall easily to that mortal”
“But Seth is a half demon?”
“And he is a full human. I have the advantage. Please do not fret, love”
“Tesara cannot help it. Tesara is afraid for Seth’s life. Tesara would not be able to live without Seth!” Tesara exclaimed.
Seth placed a finger to the girl’s mouth to silence her cries. “I know you worry, but fear not. For whatever happens we will always be together. No matter how far away you are I will find you; even Ra himself wouldn’t stop me. You are mine, little fox, that will never change”
Tesara smiled up to the cat demon half-breed. “Tesara knows”
“Then sleep dear one. I promise by my heart and by Bast, we will be together”
“Forever, Seth?”
“Heh heh, yes forever…now sleep…” the man replied pulling out of his lover.
Exhaustion then took its toll on the young fox demon female and she drifted off to sleep.
By morning the young woman awoke to find herself very much alone in the Egyptian dawn.
“Seth…” she whispered.



Over three thousand years later…


The middle-aged man sat nervously in his chair in a lavishly decorated office. Orange rays of the setting sun poured into the large windows in front of him.
Usually Mr. Ferran had no fears in meeting people but today was an exception. The welcoming office did little to ease his nerves. He knew lurking in the shadows by the door was a man, perhaps a little older than himself. Standing a bit shorter than him with black hair fading to white. Some wrinkles covered his forehead but it gave him a wise character. Indeed, the shadow-covered man looked harmless; yet, Mr. Ferran got the feeling of danger surrounding him. Mr. Ferran knew sharp brown eyes burned into the back of his balding head from the shadows behind him. If that wasn’t enough to rattle him, there was another man by the window.
He looked to be in his mid twenties from what Mr. Ferran could tell, since the man had his back to him, staring out the window. Straight black hair cascaded down to his broad shoulders. The tight white tank top he was wearing showed his well-sculpted upper torso and deep tanned skin. Mr. Ferran hadn’t seen his face yet but had a pretty good idea that the man was very handsome. However, he still got the feeling of danger from the young man, more so than the gentlemen behind him.
Certainly, Mr. Ferran was nervous. He felt as though two jackals were guarding the only escape paths out of the office. Yes, two very deadly jackals waiting for their master’s command before attacking. That thought made a shiver of fear travel down Mr. Ferran’s back. However, no matter how intimidating the two men were, the worse of the group had to be the woman sitting behind the desk, directly in front of Mr. Ferran.
Mr. Ferran could only describe the woman behind the desk as beautiful. She had long black hair that for the moment was captured in a loose bun; deep tanned skin glowed in the yellow-orange haze. A bit of her developed cleavage peeked out from the dark blue button-up shirt she was wearing. Black sunglasses hid her eyes from him. No matter how beautiful the woman was, she gave the most feeling of danger than the others combined. For this woman was known as Aiesha Serpente.
It is a well-known fact around the elite that Aiesha was an art dealer, a very rich one. Mostly she deals in Egyptian art and artifacts. Just recently, however, she had wormed her way into the museum affairs. She indeed had rare artifacts that she generously donated to museums along with funds. However, Mr. Ferran did not believe influence was enough for this up-start to calling the shots on what is to be done with discovered artifacts. In dealing with artifacts was the very reason my Mr. Ferran found himself in Mrs. Serpente’s office.

Mr. Ferran tapped nervously on his brief case; fiddling with the handle of the box, and his throat very dry due to his nervousness.
“Would you like something, Mr. Ferran? You look rather uncomfortable,” stated a silky female voice.
Mr. Ferran’s eyes shot up to see Miss Aiesha comfortably leaning on her hands, elbows propped-up on the desk. Her sunglasses still hiding her eyes from him, but Mr. Ferran could tell her eyes were burrowing into his. His nervousness started to become more evident with the beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead. However, like the professional Mr. Ferran was, he cleared his throat to speak.
“No thank you. I would like to discuss the…” but he was cut off.
“Yes, I understand you have some concerns with the tomb that has been discovered in Cairo, correct?”
“Indeed. My concerns are where the contents are being shipped to for further study”
“I see. Is there something wrong with the chosen destination of the artifacts?” the dark skinned woman asked calmly.
“Ms. Serpente I do not believe America is the place to send such an important collection of artifacts. I think it better for said items to either remain here in Egypt or be sent to the British institute,” he proclaimed, feeling very proud of his statement.
“May I ask what is wrong with the American institutes?” she asked still as calm as ever.
“Well…well its my opinion that the named places are more suited for the artifacts well being.”
“I see, are you saying that America couldn’t care for the artifacts as well as the others would. Is America substandard?”
“No! That is not what I am saying!” his voice rose a bit “What I am…”
“Mr. Ferran, is it true that wherever the artifacts in question end up they will be put on display?” she asked.
“Well…well…yes…but”
“The purpose of museums is to share knowledge about our world to the masses. I think in the ring of museums, it’s the Americans turn to see some new stuff. If it makes you feel any better the board has decided that the artifacts of the tomb would be in a tour exhibit. The American Natural History Museum happens to be the first stop in the tour that will be up to three years”
“When did the board decide this!” exclaimed Mr. Ferran.
“This morning. The board and I discussed the terms and everything is being planned out. I’m sorry that you didn’t get the memo” The woman replied in fake sympathies.
Mr. Ferran was outraged.
“I do not know what kind of game you are playing Ms. Serpente, but I highly oppose an art-dealer such as yourself having influence on what is to be done with ancient artifacts. You are not a scientist or an archeologist!”
“Indeed I am not. My profession deals in art. I may not be a licensed scientist, but I can distinguish an item’s value just like an archeologist. Personally I think of myself as the voice of the people. I believe that all are worthy of seeing their history as human beings. You, Mr. Ferran, are only interesting in keeping the artifacts locked up tight and put under a microscope. These artifacts should be shared with the world not hidden like they have been for over three thousand years. I would think you would understand this concept”
Mr. Ferran was speechless, what nerve this woman has, he thought bitterly.
“In any case Mr. Ferran if this is all you wanted to discuss then I am afraid that this conversation is over…”
“DON’T YOU DARE DISMISS ME!” Mr. Ferran shouted. Very out of character for the quite man.
“It’s not very gentleman-like to yell at a lady” came a calm yet hard male voice.
Mr. Ferran looked to see the young man by the window had slightly turned to his direction. His face was expressionless but his hazel eyes spoke for him. Clearly the eyes said that Mr. Ferran should watch his temper or something unfortunate would happen to him.
Staring at those intense eyes, fear spread over the middle-aged man. The younger one noticed this, giving a friendly smile before turning back to the window; his warning well received.
“I am sorry you feel this way about the plans, Mr. Ferran…” Came Aiesha’s calm voice, “If you still have a problem might I suggest speaking to the board about it rather than just me. However, it will do little good, being that the decision as already was made. If I were you, I would just accept it…”
“Now listen here…” Mr. Ferran was ready to do another round when the woman’s sunglasses slipped down her nose to reveal her eyes.
Mr. Ferran’s mind went blank as cool gold eyes stared back at him intensely.
“There is nothing you can do to change the outcome, so just let the matter drop in peace…” came her voice; burning itself into his mind. “So what do you say?” she asked reaching a finger to slide the glasses up again, shielding her eyes.
Mr. Ferran stayed silent, his mind in a daze for some unknown reason he couldn’t recall.
“Mr. Ferran?”
“Huh…what…?”
“What do say about the matter?” she asked again.
“Um…I…” there was a long pause. “Um…yes...I should let the matter drop. There is nothing I can do to overturn it and if the board agreed then they must be correct” he replied, surprising himself with his own words.
A smirk played across Aiesha’s face. “Well than now that is settled you have to excuse me, but I do have things to do, so if you won’t mind Mr. Ferran,” she stated warmly.
“Oh… yes…of course…excuse me” he managed to get out. Abruptly he stood and made his way to the door. The elderly man by the door quickly opened it to let Mr. Ferran out, and he quickly disappeared from the office; having the door be closed behind him.

“Well he was rather annoying,” commented the man by the door. “Very determined to fight you…”
“Yes, but he will no longer be a problem. He got my point,” replied Aiesha, removing the sunglasses from her face completely.
In a second, strong arms embraced her from behind. “That’s because you get what you want, love” the man behind her purred into her ear.
Aiesha chuckled, “hmm…that’s right. Anyway on to business…”
“Wonderful, more work” the elder man whined from the door.
“Stop your complaining Jackus,” replied Aiesha. “You won’t be working alone, Kira is going with you”
“Finally, something for me to do” stated Kira from behind, standing fully up. “What’s the mission?”
“Well…” Aiesha stopped in answer “Jackus…the wall…”
There crawling on the wall was a scorpion, the nasty little thing watching and listening to the occupants of the room.
“Right” he commented. From under his sleeve he pulled a long needle. In a second flat and in one movement, the scorpion on the wall fell to the floor, the needle sticking out from the dead creatures head. “Damn things! That’s the tenth one today,” cursed Jackus getting fed up with being pest control.
“It means that he is looking for information, meaning to say we have the advantage for the moment” remarked Kira.
“Yes. Are there anymore Jackus?” asked Aiesha.
“Nope, clear and pest free”
“Good, now what I was saying. I need you two to go to New York City”
“Woohoo! The big city! All right!” exclaimed Kira happily.
“Anyway our target is there. I need you two to keep an eye on him till we’re ready for the next step” replied Aiesha, pulling a file from a drawer. “Here’s his profile”. She dropped the folder to the desk. Jackus picked it up and began to go through it.
“Glory huh? Interesting name…a bit low on the pecking order yeh…”
“You’re not coming, Aiesha?” asked Kira.
“I have some loose ends to tie up here, but I’ll join you soon”
“Heh, he seems a far cry from what you described” chuckled Jackus. Aiesha pouted in response, “That does not matter. Just do your job”
“No need to be hostile” remarked Jackus.
“Well you two leave tomorrow so get ready. Remember to report anything suspicious and by all means keep him safe” Aiesha finished sternly.
“Relax, he’ll be fine with us” Kira replied.
“I know but I can’t help but worry. Akil is a strong enemy. If war does break out among the two demon races then Akil will win. It won’t take long for him to take control over the situation”
“Love, everything will be fine. We’ll keep the kid safe,” replied Kira hugging Aiesha tenderly.
“I know. Good luck you two”
“Just keep yourself safe boss,” commented Jackus.



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