AN: Hello and welcome back to another episode of 'I'm bored in quarantine!' Shout out to all those people who liked Judgement Day, I had an excellent time writing it. This is a sequel to that fic, and it will be required to understand what happens in this fic. So if you're new, hello! Please head on over and read part one before moving on to this fic! I can't promise regular updates because my life has gotten a little more chaotic, but I am very excited to write this and will do what I can to get it done in a reasonable amount of time. This will have a few more adult themes, so if that's not your jam, feel free to skip those sections or abstain from this fic completely. Hopefully nothing 'M' worthy but I feel like giving you a head's up. With that, I'll shut up and let you get to reading!


Introduction

She concentrated hard, staring down at her open palm as if it held the secrets to the universe. She breathed slowly, trying to access that slight hum of energy that always lurked just under her skin. Blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes, she glared at her unresponsive hand, seeing nothing except the creases and ridges that had always been there.

"Come on…" she whispered. She felt a tingle at the tip of her index finger and latched onto it, holding the feeling in her mind's eye, forcing it to grow a little bigger. A ripple of power washed over her skin, warming her fingers and making her gasp. She shuddered as the ripple coursed up her arm and over her back. It was like a switch had been flicked and she could suddenly feel. Her palm began to glow a faint red, casting shadows over the planes of her face.

"Yes!" she grinned, losing concentration for only a second, but it was enough for the ripple to snap back into place and the glow of her hand to flicker out. Her smile didn't slip, however, because that was the closest she'd come to activating the magic that was woven into her DNA.

Hushed murmurs of wind rippled across the dunes as she peered over the monotonous landscape. Despite having lived here for four years, the shadowed texture of each dusty ripple etched into the earth still made her breath catch in her throat; what a sight to behold. The expanse of the Egyptian desert boggled her mind, and with each ancient site they unburied she had to marvel at the tenacity of the ancient people that came before.

She trekked back towards the shadowy outline of the clustered tents, slipping under the flaps of the furthest one. A large lump huddled under the folds of a sleeping bag, snoring softly, chestnut hair peeking out from underneath the blankets. She smiled fondly. Nestling in beside the already snoozing figure, she closed her eyes to sleep. But sleep didn't want to come; she couldn't shake the unmistakable feeling that she was on the precipice of something big, that at any moment a mystical bomb could go off and plunge her already strange life into chaos once more. She shivered slightly and rolled onto her side, trying desperately to squash the premonition.

But that niggling feeling would not go away, and as always, it was right.