Four thieves are slammed on the ground, under torch light. A pyramid rests behind them. An unknown, smaller one that will be lost to the desert over history

  "Please!! Mercy! Mercy!"

  Warriors and assassins surround the thieves. Looming figures in the darkness.

  The MADJAY.

  Heavily armed. Tribal wear and exquisite weapons and cloths. Their leader comes forward, wearing a terrifying DEATH MASK.

  He removes it. We see his hardened, weathered face.

  This is BOMANI. A huge hulk of a man. Walking stone.

  He stares at the small digging tools near them all, next to some small, stolen treasures.

  Some holes are around them where they dug deep.

  One thief seems to be the most vocal.

  "Please. Oh Madjay. Mercy! Mercy! It was to be fenced for food! Not money. They are DEAD. We are not stealing from the LIVING. They are DEAD. We are hungry and alive!"

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  Bomani grumbles. "You deprived them of their afterlife goods. I won’t let you enter the next world whole."

  "Never been hungry, Madjay warrior? Have you never been scared? What is your name?"

  Bomani comes forward to whisper.

  "I am Bomani. And no. I've never been scared. But I do the scaring. I cause the hunger."

  Turns to his men.

  "Impale that one. Behead this one. Him, burn. That one? Let go."

  The thieves scream as the orders are obeyed.

  A sword comes forward. Torches and wood and fire is lit. A large stake is brought forth for impalement.

  The last one goes free, and runs into the desert night.

  Bomani motions for his bow and arrow to be brought.

  He pulls the arrow with a quickness of speed.

  He pulls it quickly with his brute strength and releases it. It flies across the desert, towards the target running as fast as he can.

  The arrow hits the target and the shadow falls to the dirt.

  "What do you want us to do with these relics?" A Madjay asks Bomani.

  "They are ours now. Seal the tomb."