The Eye of Ra

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Charlotte held out her hand to John, as he took her hand in his the pair disappeared from view. This unsettled those left in the chamber, and Abdul found himself being surrounded by members of the group, they began berating him for the situation they found themselves in. As it was Abdul was already regretting dragging members of his own family, and his friends into this predicament.

The group needed a leader, so he decided to assume command of the situation. Speaking with authority, he managed to pacify the men by reassuring them that both Charlotte and John would soon return. He then proceeded to lead them gingerly through the chamber towards the entrance of the cave, and bade them to wait while he cautiously stepped out into the open.

He was immediately faced with a dust storm heading towards the cave at an alarming rate. He ran back into the chamber to warn the others. Abdul had become aware of the noise of horses hooves coming from within the dust cloud; which triggered a recollection of an account John had witnessed.

It had been a confrontation between Charlotte, in the image of Isis, with her using her powers against Set. On that specific occasion, her own powers had proven to be the more powerful, and Isis had overcome Set by using a magic horn. Abdul yelled at the cowering group to bring some sticks of dynamite from the bags in preparation for the trouble ahead.

Abdul was relieved to hear a horn being blown in the distance. He believed it to be Charlotte coming to the rescue. The sound was of such a high pitch, and so shrill; it was practically too much for the human ear to withstand. Some of the group covered their ears. While the men who had gone to retrieve the dynamite, stopped what they were doing, and ran to the back of the cave, covering their ears and curling themselves into a ball in protection against the sound.

Abdul forced himself to stoop for some of the dynamite; trying to disregard the throbbing in his ears. A dribble of blood trailed slowly down the side of his face from his ear. He wiped it away with his hand, then wiped his palm against his jacket several times. Once certain his hands were clean and dry he carefully picked up a bundle of dynamite in each hand...

Together again, John's mind was singing; he could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. When Charlotte had taken his hand in hers, John found himself floating through the sky with her, she had turned to him, looked deeply into his eyes, and kissed him with such fervour; it literally made his knees grow weak. John was still in ecstasy from the memory of it. The pair then started spiralling upwards in what could only be described as a tornado funnel, with a calm epicentre. Charlotte held him close to her. They landed gently on their feet in a room, coming through the ceiling as if it was the most natural act in the world. Hanging from fittings in the ceiling, the room had swathes of pastel coloured silks draping over everything, against the walls lay brightly covered silk cushions, interspersed with a few short-legged tables; it reminded John of a scene from a film set.

In the centre of the room stood a plinth on which stood a statue of Ra guarded by two giants of men. They moved towards John pointing their spears at him, but made no sound. Charlotte snapped out a command, and they went back to guarding the statue. The doors to the room opened. John could see there were also guards outside the door. A slave came towards them carrying trays of sweet-meats and fruit. John's mouth watered, and he realized just how hungry he was. The trays where placed on one of the tables just as another slave entered the room carrying a wine pitcher and some goblets.

With a nod of her head, Charlotte bade him to pour the wine. The slave poured the wine into the goblet and proceeded to drink from it. When he had wiped the rim he set it down on the table. He then tasted some of the sweet-meats and fruit. When Charlotte was satisfied, she waved her hand and the slave's left the room. Once John satisfied his hunger and had sated his thirst he looked across at Charlotte. She had a bemused look on her face.

Concerned, that he may fail to report some of his story, John proceeded to tell Charlotte about everything that had happened to him since their last meeting. A grim look came over Charlotte's face.
He pulled away from Charlotte with a start. She laughed gently and saying, Charlotte was not paying attention to him. On the other side of the wall stood a slave, he was holding the reins to a pair of horses. When they had mounted the horses, John dug his heels into his horses side to encourage it to gallop. But this was unnecessary as both horses began to float above the ground at full gallop. Never was John aware of any hooves touching terra-firma, in fact they were low level flying!

It seemed that within seconds they were coming upon the cave with Charlotte blowing her magic horn as they rode. As before, the dust cloud disappeared. This time Set's riders had learned their lesson, and had made a hasty retreat. As they reached the cave entrance, Abdul came running out carrying sticks of dynamite in his hands.

John alighted from his horse, and took the sticks of dynamite from him. He was more than pleased to be rid of them. Charlotte stayed where she was astride her horse. Abdul walked towards her and bowed deeply and kissing her feet.
The group gathered up their belongings. They had decided amongst them that the armaments they had brought with them should stay in the cave for safekeeping. They did not want them to get into the wrong hands. When everyone had left the cave Charlotte sealed it up by chanting a spell. Charlotte and John rode off, while the rest of the men made their way to the town by foot.

That evening John and Charlotte spent an enjoyable few hours in one another's company. Although John felt the presence of a third party - that of Ra. Charlotte had dismissed the guards from the room. They did not move far, but set up guard just outside the door. However, it did not prohibit them from enjoying themselves.

Throughout the evening, John could not stop yawning, in the end he had to concede defeat and retired to his room. As he entered the room a slave was filling a bath, it looked very inviting. John got undressed and spent an hour soaking in the bath before retiring to bed, no sooner had his head hit the soft cushions than he was fast asleep.

He began to float upwards hovering over his own body, looking down at himself he was amused to see himself peacefully sleeping in his bed. He was not in the least perturbed as he continued to float upwards. Finally, he found himself outside the building. It was a moonlit night with stars shining brightly in a cloudless sky.

A soft warm breeze was blowing, and there was a strong smell of roses wafting through the air. John looked around for her. Finally, he could see her approaching, she was a vision of beauty air walking towards him through the stars. She held out her hands, and led him to an oasis in the sky.
John dropped his head. The magic spell had been broken. Charlotte was taken aback. He felt himself being propelled through the air with great force, ending with him sitting on the end his bed. He laid his head in his hands, what had he done? There was a commotion outside his bedroom door; suddenly the door was flung open with such a force, it smashed a vase against the wall. Charlotte walked in and slammed it shut with equal force. She was livid as she walked towards him. He could see that her eyes where bright red, and John feared for his safety. He remembered very well what had happened last time he had seen her like this.

He knelt beside her and cupped her face in his hands. John kissed her cheek as he knelt beside her. He began covering her face in kisses. Eagerly finding her lips he melted as she responded. They clung together, kissing one another other with such fervour, both wanting to possess each other. Charlotte gently slipped off her robe. She was the most incredible women John had ever seen. Her skin was like alabaster in stark contrast to her raven black hair.

He was transfixed by her beauty. Suddenly, he could no longer contain himself, he took her with a passionate fervour. So extreme where the feelings for each other John could swear he could hear the rhythm of Charlotte's heart. His own heart was beating so strongly in his chest that he felt it was going to explode.

John was acutely aware of something strange happening to his body. He could feel another rhythm beating within his chest. It was mimicking his own heart which was beating at a tremendous rate. As his heart slowed to its normal rhythm, the secondary rhythm joined in accordance with his. John was now quite convinced there were now two hearts beating beneath his rib cage instead of one.

As they reached the pinnacle of their feelings, they both thought that they would die from the absolute pleasure of their unison. They lie in one another's arms spent of all emotion. Charlotte gently lifted John's hand and placed it against her chest. There was no doubt about it there was now two hearts beating beneath his hand.