Born in Cairo, Egypt; Jendayi had dense Bedouin spirits. News broke out that the Libyan Civil War had started involving the instigation of Libyan and Egyptian masses which played second fiddle with those of the Arab Emirates’ troops. She was bright eyed, keen and optimistic but also a butterfly of the age of sixteen. One dreadful day, a harsh and sharp gust of wind blew through their settlements at midnight. It burned out their earthen lamps and their spines shivered. From the fear of the unknown. It was the Libyan paramilitary police force. They killed Jendayi’s parents and grabbed hold of every feeble in the vicinity. Whomever they desired. They stock piled them like a heap of bricks in a rusty old massive transporter. They were planned to be taken to Libya where they would be cruelly murdered in front of cameras and the tapes were to be sent to the Egyptian president, Fattah el-Sisi. They were smuggled out of Egypt and through the border. Jendayi’s inmates planned a prison break and she was carried along with their ideas. The plan was assembled by a bulky man whom they called a Medjai. Briefly described as a skilled protector of the pharaonic regions. And the plan was executed. They escaped out of the prison bus near Alexandria. The Medjai had been protecting Jendayi all along and in that peculiar moment did she find out that the man under the black veil was her father. Her father was the Medjai who played dead when the Libyan forces broke into their settlements. In that moment of impact did she know that her father had been protecting her all along and she was the first born descendant of the League of the Medjay. He trained her to be a Medjai in an underground location in Alexandria. And after six rigid years of training did she emerge out as a powerful mercenary warrior who was soully sculpted to set out on a quest to end the Libyan Civil war.