A large muscular back heaved, struggling. Groans were nearly drowned out by the howling wind. Sand tumbled away from the disturbance as a man emerged. He stood. The Scorpion King relished in his new body. The world was so different since he had last walked as a man. None of that mattered. Only one thing mattered. He pictured the face of the man who had defeated him and sneered.

Frustrated, he roared at the night sky far above where the magnificent oasis of Ahm Shere once lay. He had no idea where to start in order to find this man. The man had not come alone, there must be someone here who knew. They were dead though, they were all dead.

"Anubis!" The Scorpion King begged, his voice cutting into the silent Egyptian night.

The great God of the Underworld knew what his servant wanted. The sand shook and swelled again as a mound formed at the Scorpion King's feet. He dug his hands deep into the heaping sand and fought for several moments. Finally, he freed The Book Of The Dead and held it high.

The knicker of a horse made The Scorpion King turn. He watched a large steed horse approach, calmly. Beyond the horse were two bodies. The Scorpion King raised his chin high, knowing Anubis' plan. The dark God too wanted revenge. His Army had been defeated and sent back to him. The army rejected, Anubis fumed. His offer had been denied. How dare anyone spurn a God?