HAWKGIRL, THE SERIES

Chapter one – More Than a River in Egypt

The hawk girl belongs to DC.

I wanted to write a series for her, which is one of my favorite DC characters.

This first chapter would be basically the pilot episode. I have the idea for a series, but I will only continue if I feel motivated.

Well, English is not my mother tongue. Sorry for any errors. Say what you think.

Lets go to the chapter

The heat was unbearable at this time of year. They were at the end of June, and that meant that summer prevailed in Egypt. But they had a job to do. A very important job.

Carter was in a still unexplored section of the pyramid. He was a tall man, with dark hair and blue eyes. He had a nice physique, a little worked on muscles. He believed he was about to make a grandiose discovery, after all, that could be the resting place of Egyptian gods. That dig was his life, or half of his life, for his other half was his wife, Shayera, who worked beside him.

The redheaded woman, in her early thirties, advanced in the cave, a few steps behind her husband. She had long hair stuck in a ponytail, and carried a flashlight in her left hand.

Shayera approached a hieroglyph, trying to decipher it. She reached out, but her husband stopped her from touching him. She stared at him quizzically.

"It's a trap."He said.

"No, it's not. Carter, I know when I'm right. This is a door. And what we want is on the other side."

"How do you know?"

She shrugged.

"I just do not know."

"Do not do anything stupid. This is the highlight of my career."

She crossed her arms as Carter moved on.

"Your career?" He murmured. "You wouldn't be anything without me."

Shayera soon realized that she was alone. She called her husband, but there was no answer. He pointed the lantern beam to the entrance where Carter had passed, and there was a girl in old clothes holding a tray, standing there. She flicked her flashlight a few times and the girl was gone.

"I'm going crazy here. I should have taken the job at the museum, but no, Carter had to convince me to come." She turned to the door. "Well, let's go to the findings."

Since she was alone, Shayera, certain to have found a door, deliberately touched the Egyptian symbol. Everyone inside the pyramid felt the tremor. Carter, sensing the lack of his wife, ran back down the road. The dust covered the place, and prevented his sight.

"Shayera!"

"I'm here, Carter."

Slowly the dust subsided and Carter saw the huge, richly decorated room. He also saw a smiling Shayera in the midst of his new discovery.

"I said it was a door."

"I still don't understand how you can do it." He went down the stairs and joined her. "It could be a trap."

"But it wasn't. Trust me a little bit. I know what I do."

Carter started to look around. There were more hieroglyphics of the possible gods, and he was ecstatic.

"Thank you Shayera would be good sometimes."

"Oh, excuse me, dear. But this is incredible here."

Shayera looked around and frowned.

"Is it just me, or do you also feel you've been here?"

"I don't know, love. Look at this!"

"There's another chamber below this ..." She whispered. Shayera bent down and began to make light strokes on the floor.

"Carter, help me out here."

Carter stopped his work and turned to his wife.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I feel that. There's something down here. And call me."

"It's crazy to do this alone. Let's go find the rest of the team and come back."

"No! I can do that."

"No, you can't."

"Carter." She stood up. "We've already touched on the subject and ..."

Shayera took a few steps and stepped on a rock, which immediately sank.

"This is a trap." He said and took her hand. The surrounding stones began to sink, and the two were sucked down.

Carter was the first to wake up. He felt his whole body ache. Looked around. It was clear, even though he had lost his flashlight. Shayera was falling forward and went to her. He rocked her carefully. She only moaned but didn't wake up.

Determined to seek help for his wife, he stood, despite the pain, and crawled into the chamber, looking for a way out, or something that could help them. As he walked, the glow brightened. He found an opening and stopped.

His eyes did not believe what they saw. A kind of ship, with drawings that resembled a bird, a hawk. That would be the discovery of the century. A ship in ancient Egypt! Worrying that he was with Shayera, a part inside him said to explore the ship.

He did it then. There was a control panel with many controls and he did not understand anything about it. However, there was a kind of ankh cross, in solid gold and with a large stone in the middle. He reached out in wonder, and touched her. The shock hit him at once. Carter screamed and was thrown against a wall.

Shayera awoke in time to hear her husband's screams. With difficulty, she stood up.

"Carter! Carter!"

He turned around. Somehow, she knew the place. He knew where those passages would lead. He went on, following the light as well. It seemed an obvious direction to follow. He soon found the ship, yet it did not look so surprised. He did the same path as Carter and found his husband unconscious.

"Carter!" He opened his eyes. "Oh, Lord! I thought I'd lost you!"

The shadows cast on the ship's walls danced, and then Shayera's shadow increased exponentially.

"Shayera ... Your ... Your shadow ..."

She helped Carter to stand up and together they see a shadow take on a form of a man. He bowed.

"We have not met yet, I am the Thief of the Shadows. Thank you for finding this treasure for me. Now I'll have to kill them."

Carter grabs something heavy and shoots the Shadow Thief, but the object crosses his body as if it were nothing. He then pulls Shayera's hand and they start to run. A laugh echoed through the room. Almost at the same time, Carter groans. He then started a bleed. Shayera screams in horror as she sees a shadow cross her husband. Carter falls, still alive and bleeding. The thief of the shadows appears.

"You think it would be easy? I move through the shadows."

"Run!" That was the order, and also Carter's last gasp.

There are not many places to go, though. As expected, the thief of the shadows went after hers. Without her husband, she also wanted to die. Do not bear a life without it. She knelt down.

"Come on, stop this."

"You're either very brave or very dumb." His hand became the huge blade. "But I like to see you humiliate yourrself. I want you to beg for your life."

Shayera looked down at the floor. Another trap. Anyway, as he hoped he would, all would be buried, along with the thief of shadows and treasure. It seemed a fair destination.

"No!" She stood up. "I may not come out alive, but you will not escape either."

She threw herself at him. The shadow thief stepped into the trap and the floor opened.

"You're bitch!"

The floor of the chamber collapsed, leading the ship, the shadow thief, Shayera and Carter. It would be his end.

Shayera woke up and did not take long to realize that she was upside down. Her body ached, as did her head. She also discovered that she was alive, but she was in a dark place with no walls or ceiling. He reached out and did not feel a floor either. Was it floating?

There was something stuck in his boot. Something solid. Whatever it was, it was what prevented her from sinking along with the rest of the place. However, he still had to find out where he was and how to get out of that place.

With difficulty, he managed to move. Her whole body felt lighter despite the pain, and she could hold the object. The shock came then and ran through her body. She tried to scream, but she lost her voice.

Shayera then saw herself in Egyptian clothes, and huge golden wings. She could fly, and her name was Chay-ara, the winged goddess, wife of the hawk god. The name hovered in his mind: Chay-ara.

When she woke up, she knew how and why she floated. Unwittingly, she discovered the armor of the winged goddess. Further on, in another life, she was the winged goddess. She and Carter explored their own grave! So the feeling of having lived in that place. Now she just had to leave.

Midway City, two years later ...

The four bank robbers were strung on the sidewalk when the police arrived. The huge winged shadow floated above them before disappearing. The policemen looked from the sky to the men in jail.

"Help is always welcome." They commented.

"Well, I'm not in favor of the vigilants."

Agent Stewart showed them the badge.

Agent John Stewart was a tall, black-skinned, short-haired man. He was wearing a navy blue suit and didn't look pleased.

"I'll still discover the identity of this vigilant whom they call Hawkgirl." He stuck the men in jail. "Now take them."

Hawkgirl landed on the window of a small apartment. She came in, not without first making sure no one saw her. She took off her hawk-like mask and long red hair fell over her face. It was Shayera.

She threw the mask on the couch and began undressing her uniform. She took off her belt, heavy metal wings, and finally his boots. That was the armor of Chay-ara, all that remained of her Egyptian dig. She didn't want to donate it to a museum, and the only useful thing to do with it would be to fight the crime. After all, masked vigilantes existed everywhere.

Only in green trousers and blouses, she examined her body. A few scratches here and there, nothing too serious. After escaping the pyramid, her body ached, as did her heart. She was alone and without her husband. All that was left of her was that armor, without which she wouldn't have escaped. She then decided to fight for justice after moving to Midway City, a city with a high crime rate.

While she was tending to her injuries, she listened to the improvised police radio she used to report the crimes.

"Central, there's a fire going on .."

Shayera sighed and stood. She barely arrived at her resting place and needed to leave. She couldn't complain, though. It was the life he chose for herself. And now she had work to do.

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