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wall to the doorway and escape. The room had become much darker in the chaos of the massacre as many of the lamps had been smashed. Horlack picked up the last one and gazed at it in fascination. The light bathed his grotesque features in an eerie yellow light in the otherwise dark room.
    ‘I can still smell that whore.’ It was Horlack’s voice, Amy recognised the same guttural sound that had laughed earlier, a deep resonating sound as if from hell itself.  Amy froze, for a moment she feared Horlack was talking about her, but Horlack had his back to Amy and seemed to be contemplating something. She could hear the air being sucked into his nostrils as he sniffed, and in the glow of the lamp, Horlack noticed something, the carved statement on the wall that Amy had found earlier. Horlack reached out with one great hand and traced a finger over the engraving. It seemed to anger him suddenly and his features began to twist with hate.
    ‘I’ll find you! I’ll find you and rip you limb from limb for what you did!’ He was talking to the carved script, or rather whoever had written the script, and with a sudden show of rage he punched the wall, obliterating the scratched warning.
    This made Amy jump it was so sudden, she scrambled for purchase amongst the rubble but only steadied herself after a second of noisy movement. Had she yelped as well?
    When she looked up, it was right into the black orbs that were Horlack’s eyes. The sudden intense and insanity inducing fear that racked her body and flooded her mind at that moment was almost too much. She managed to stop herself from calling out, but she couldn’t hold her bladder and she felt the warm liquid trickle down her thigh, but she wasn’t embarrassed.
    Horlack moved forward on all fours from the other side of the room and eyed her curiously. Blood and saliva dripped and bubbled from his mouth as he seemed to be taking her in, measuring her up. Amy wanted to run, to flee from the room, but she felt rooted to the spot, her fear held her with a death grip.
    ‘A Magi huh?’ Horlack said.
    Amy just stared up at it for a moment. She could smell its musk, she could smell the blood and gore in the room, it filled her nostrils and Amy knew at that moment that she wouldn’t survive this, just like everyone else in this room.
    Amy struggled for something to say, something to do. She scanned the room, looking for inspiration as this beast stood before her, waiting to see what she would do, apparently Horlack found it amusing to see a Magi squirm. Amy just wanted to get out of here, out of Egypt and back to Yasmin. As far as she could see she had two options, she could try running out the tomb right this second and hope Horlack would be too slow, or she could try Magic on him and then run. She reasoned that the other Magic in the room had been broken, so she wondered if maybe her own Magic might now work.
    Her mind swam with possibilities and options that crowded about her head, she felt like she was drowning in a sea of possibility. She wanted to cry, to slump into a corner and hope it all went away. But with a sudden clarity she thought, ‘oh fuck it,’ threw caution to the wind and tried to use her Magic.
    But the dampening effect on the area was still there, and nothing happened.
    Horlack clearly sensed this, and it made him laugh. His booming roar filled the room and rattled her ear drums.
    ‘Your Magic won’t work in here you fool, you’re far too weak, you pitiful little human.’
    Amy had had enough, her resolve had left her now, she knew she was dead, she knew this would be the end, she didn’t care anymore, she just wanted him to get on with it. She dropped to her knees, her body limp, her head bowed down, and she began to sob. She knew she sounded pitiful, weak, but she couldn’t help herself, she didn’t want to die like this, she didn’t want to die at all in fact. She had harboured hopes that she would live forever like Yasmin, become immortal, but that had