"You poor soul, it must have taken you days to die." She said in Egyptian.She grabbed hold of the sceptre and gave a single tug, pulling it loose from...the mummies hands. "What did you do to deserve this?" she asked the mummy in Egyptian not really expecting an answer back. She turned her back on the forsaken man taking a good look at the sceptre talking to herself about it. The reason why she didn't hear the first crack of it's finger bending. It clentched it's fists and rolled it's wrist. One location even had a tire on a rope to swing out and jump in. This was great fun for a hot summer day. The creek is better than a pond as the water is cleaner because it flows faster, no cows stand around in it, and it is spring fed.One Saturday when I was thirteen and just about to turn fourteen, after all the farm work was done, my Dad took my brothers, sisters, and me to the best spot on the creek for a swim.Dad did his best to do a lot with us. He and Mom were always attentive and good. It’s not my story to tell, But we talked this weekend. Her time here in New York with you and your friends is the happiest she’s ever been.” Verity had gone from elaborating a few details to making things up out of whole cloth, but she wanted to leave no uncertainty. “She’s so worried that you’re going to send her away at the first opportunity, sometimes she can’t sleep at night.”Nick frowned. “She’s welcome to stay as long as she needs.”“Until she finds a boyfriend?” Verity prompted.“That’s. Asiara's body, under Dathaka's control, was a killing machine, moving with blinding speed and frightening effectiveness, she was cutting a wide gouge straight down the middle of the army's – her army's – strongest column of warriors. The soldiers, quickly forgetting that she was formerly their leader, tried in vain to attack her, but with Dathaka's power controlling her limbs, she easily danced through their weapons while slicing through their armor, running them through on her swords, cutting.