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“Sahara!” shouted the voice of a man, German based off of his accent.
Her name…well, it’s not important. While at the well to get a drink of water, she heard in passing the natives of this particular area of Egypt named her Sahara, describing her as being “as harsh, unforgiving, and unmerciful as the desert itself and yet as gentle and loving as the land itself.” It’s ironic that they think of her as a native when she was not from this land. Nevertheless, she digressed.
All thoughts ceased as the bag over her head was ripped off of her. She blinked several times before her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. She looked up at the position of the sun and decided that it had to be noon, give or take an hour. Her hands were simply handcuffed behind her while being tied to a pole. The hood to her cloak had been yanked back so her face would be exposed. Thankfully, she was still disguised thanks to the cloak she wore.
“You have been brought before us for attempting to steal confidential documents in aiding the enemies of the Fuhrer!” shouted the voice, prompting the girl to turn in the direction of the voice.
His name was Erwin Rommel, the man in charge of the newest conflict amongst the humans. Her eyes narrowed at the last word that crossed her mind. She despised humans especially the male population because of how cruel and thoughtless they were towards others including those of their own race. He had caught her riffling through documents he kept locked in his desk and filing cabinet.
“Do you deny this accusation?!” shouted Rommel before he handed the paper to a woman next to him who in turn repeated what he said in Egyptian.
“I neither confirm nor deny this accusation against me,” she said as she twisted her wrists, smiling at the shocked look on everyone’s’ faces that she spoke in German flawlessly. “I do things for myself and only myself, but I will do things for others depending on the price and what the client wants.”
“Then you are sentenced to immediate execution!” shouted Rommel, prompting every man holding a gun to aim directly at her head.
“Can I say something before you obviously shoot me in between my eyes?” asked Sahara, pouting to try and get what she wanted.
Rommel rolled his eyes before he asked, “What is it?”
“Yaterosa, Ahmes,” said Sahara, a smirk plastered on her face.
With a flick of her wrists, Sahara was sent flying into the air by a pillar of sand. Shots were fired to hit her, but all failed to make contact. She lands on top of the wooden pole she was tied to. More shots were fired upon her. She smiled before she spun around on one foot with the other raised in the air. As she spun, the sand spiraled around her, forming a shield around her. She did a backflip and twisted, while still in the air, so she landed directly in front of Rommel.
“You should really get better hand cuffs and rope,” said Sahara as she held her hands out behind herself.
She smiled to herself as a small pillar of sand sliced through the rope. A quick flip of her wrist freed herself from the hand cuffs. She tossed them aside so they fell into the sand at his feet. Another flick of her wrists and every bullet fired upon her was sent flying. Three rounds hit every man except Rommel square in the chest with the rest being embedded into the side of a jeep.
“Or better yet, understand that my affairs do not concern the politics of the many legal systems your species has invented, human!” hissed Sahara, putting more venom into her last word.
Sahara narrowed her eyes at him before she dissolved the enchantment casted by the cloak. Before Rommel’s eyes, the Egyptian girl with shoulder-length, black hair and brown eyes dissolved. What stood before him was a pale girl, definitely Japanese by the shape of her eyes and high cheekbones, no more than 16 years of age. The only difference was her waist-length black hair had tiny streaks of blonde that was almost a snowy white. Her eyes to him were a striking shade of amber, almost golden yellow, with a single black slit much like a cat’s eyes.
‘Cat eyes?!’ thought Rommel in shock as he watched her smile. He turned to the woman standing next to him and shouted, “What did she say earlier?!”
“Beware the child of the moon,” said the woman before he heard a shriek.
Rommel turned his head just in time to see the girl bring a sword up through the air, slicing off the arm of another soldier that had come to try and detain her. He recognized the hilt she was wielding, at least the golden half-hilt she was carrying on her waist. It now had a slender blade growing out to six-and-a-half feet. The right edge curved outward to a point about half-of-a-foot from the edge and from the end. The end of the blade curved downward about three feet on the left edge into a hook.
“Behold, humans!” hissed the girl as two fangs protruded from her upper lip about two inches. She pointed the blade upward into the sky as she shouted, “This is a work of your species, a work made by those who tried to play God as you monsters are doing now!”
The steel turned white as it crackled with electricity. She swung her blade and stabbed it into the dirt. She smiled as she ran towards the next wave of soldiers, ripping up the ground as the sword was dragged behind her. She skidded to a halt as she ripped the sword out of the ground and swung in an upward arc. A hurricane whipped through the soldiers, air sharper than steel slicing through them and leaving them bleeding and moaning in pain.
Before she could bring the blade down, Rommel quickly pulled out his pistol and fired on her, firing a single shot into her left shoulder and right forearm. She roared in pain as she let go of the hilt, causing the blade to dissolve into nothing. Rommel walked up to the girl as pale yellow fur began to grow on the back of her hands.
Rommel pointed the gun directly at Sahara’s forehead before he snarled, “Any actual last words before your death?”
Sahara just smiled as a howl pierced the air, causing everyone to turn around. Silhouetted by the noon day sun was what appeared to be a dog. It jumped down and ran through the group of soldiers, knocking everyone aside until it came to Sahara. It nuzzled her cheek as it whined.
“I’m alright, Ahmes,” said Sahara.
Ahmes was not a dog, but a she-wolf about six feet tall. Her fur was white like the snow in the Himalayas. She bore a small furless patch on her front right leg with four small red lines from where another wolf had bitten her. She was a small child almost a century ago before she had been bitten by a wolf. She could change back into a girl but could only maintain that form for a short amount of time and could not speak.
Sahara grabbed the hilt before climbing onto Ahmes’ back with a smile on her face.
“I do not work for humans unless the price is right, you dumb human!” spat Sahara as the blade formed on the hilt once again. “Our paths will cross once again, but not for a long time!”
Ahmes reared back and howled a howl similar to a lion’s roar that shook the earth. She sprinted past Rommel and through the swarm of soldiers before leaping into the air. Her paws scrambled for a foot hold on the top of the wall before landing on the outside of the fort wall. She sprinted away from the hail of gunfire and soldier’s shouting, leaving them behind until they made it to the Nile.
“Let’s go home, Ahmes,” said Sahara as she pocketed the hilt. “I need to recover from this before we go at another search again.”
Ahmes’ only response was three short barks before walking into the river to swim across to their small home about five miles off on the opposite shore.
 Sahara Shadowhart · Tue Jul 03, 2012 @ 10:31pm · 0 Comments |
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