The Mummy's Curse

There, nearly sandwiched between the sarcophagi's lid and internal compartment, was a person with an arrow protruding from from their chest. The falcon she'd nursed back to health seemed to beckon her closer with soft chirps as it lightly pecked at the arrow as if trying to remove it. Her fingers met the side of their neck and felt the faintest of pulses beneath; they were alive.