As the coffin cracked and disappeared into the ground, sending up a smoke of dust and sand, Aveline retreated, coughing a bit. Once the cloud had settled, she made out the shadow of the man whom had been in the coffin. His breathing  proved that he was not dead... and the markings he bore... she had seen such markings somewhere. But where? She stepped closer, trying to get a better look, then stopped where she was as his eyes opened. A feeling of power and strength like nothing she had ever encountered hung heavy in the air, but began to simmer down after a few moments.<span style="font-style: italic">Houahi. Sheoau Abuale. Kikouaw.</span>Aveline didn't understand what he was trying to say, as she didn't recognize the words... nor did she speak... Egyptian she assumed is what he was speaking... obviously old, ancient Egyptian that no one knew of. "I-I can't understand what you're saying." She murmured softly, seeming a bit timid. But not frightened. No, never frightened. In fact, this was the most remarkable thing she had ever encountered. If anything, she was curious and intrigue. 'Ari... his name is Ari.'