Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 147649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Which means… this is not my tomb. “You bastards!” I shake my fist at the sky like a crotchety old man. “Why are you fucking with me? Why can’t you just TAKE ME HOME!” I roar this and every bit of magic inside me roars with me. My hands begins to heat up and when I look down at them, they are glowing and fire is coming from my palms.
Whatever is happening, it is powerful. Because the whole new world actually blinks out of existence and I’m just about to start celebrating when it blinks back.
Only now, I’m in the fucking desert and to my left, just over the top of a sand dune, is… a pyramid.
The next thing I realize is that I am on the move. I’m talkin’ bookin’ it kind of moving. My legs are running hard. And it’s not that easy to run up a sand dune. Still, I feel powerful. And my hooves seem to find their grip in the sand with ease.
It’s normal. Kinda. But it also feels different.
Then I realize that I’m in this body, and I think I’m in control, but no. I’m not. I’m like a passenger in the body.
And the next thing I realize is… someone is chasing me.
I look over my shoulder—still very much running my hardest—and see a whole gang of… not sure. Not quite sure who these people are. The word ‘Bedouin’ comes to mind for some reason. Long dusty robes, faces swathed in dirty fabric, sticks or maybe swords held high in the air. And they are screaming as they chase me.
Don’t speak Bedouin. Not even sure that’s a language. But despite this, one thing is very clear—they are not just chasing me, they are after me.
Something changes. I can’t quite describe it, but it’s like one moment I’m the passenger and the next I am consciously driving the car. Sucking in air in short, ragged gasps. Desperate to breathe because my muscles are screaming like I’ve been running for hours and I’m about to drop.
I get to the top of the dune and then I stop short, unsure what to do, and kinda trip forward. Then I’m rolling down the sand dune.
This roll feels like it goes on forever and I’m relieved. It’s a little reprieve for my legs. Plus, rolling down a huge sand dune is a lot quicker than running, because when I come to a stop and look up, I’ve gained some ground on the Bedouins.
But. There’s always a but. Now that I’m this monster—I am still a monster, right? My hand goes up to my head and yep, sure enough, those are my horns. OK, but the problem is that when I was a passenger, I didn’t need to know what the fuck was going on. Other me was driving the car.
But now that I’m driving the car, I have no idea what to do next. And even though the Bedouins are a little further behind, they have not given up on their quest to kill me, or maim me, or whatever the hell it is they want to do with me.
And—this is a very important point, in my opinion—I have never been to Egypt and I’m pretty damn sure that’s where I’m at. So I don’t know why I’m running from these people or what my plan was for escape.
The only possible option I can come up with is to just keep running.
So I get up and that’s what I do. I run up the next huge sand dune heading in the direction of the pyramid.
I try not to look back because I know that slows you down, but I’m no longer running with ease. In fact, the sand on this dune feels more like mud. It’s almost like dream-running. I pause here—mentally, not physically—to send up a little ‘please, please, please’ to the gods. Please. Let this be a dream.
But if it is, it’s not over yet.
The Bedouins are only about ten paces behind me when I hit the summit. I’m more in control this time, and my intentions are to dive down the dune and do another roll to gain a little ground, but the moment I start to go over I realize that it’s a trap. And I am fucked. Because on the other side of that dune is a whole line of warriors who look a lot more serious than the ones chasing me.
I skid to a stop on the far side of the dune, sand cascading down like a waterfall from my feet. And then the warriors jump up screaming with staffs raised and I duck my head, covering it with my arms, and sink into the sand.
Seconds. That’s all I have left.
But then the strangest thing happens. The warriors go right past me and they reach the top of the dune at the same moment that the Bedouins reach the top. And there is a mighty clash!