Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of The Mummy or The Mummy Returns, nor do I own the world of Exalted. All belong to their respective owners, and I am not making even a penny off this story.
Prologue: Awakening
The moon was high in the sky when the small tomb appeared, the sands shifting and earth shaking with the effort of lifting it to ground level from a depth no archeologist could hope to reach with their tools. It was surprisingly simple in appearance but for the massive golden doors, the hieroglyphs carved into it indecipherable by anyone but the figure lying within the false sarcophagus in a peaceful slumber. The lid to the golden coffin lifted just as silently as the doors to the tomb opened and the figure sat up, looking around curiously at the decorations that had been created and placed within to give off the illusion that this was a place of death. Lapis lazuli-colored eyes scanned the walls where heroic portraits were painted, commemorating feats that no mortal could have survived without injury.
Climbing out of the sarcophagus, the figure gathered up the items within - three immaculate white books, a sturdy but well-used bag, a bow and quiver of arrows, and a black cloak. The cloak was donned quickly, the hood drawn up to conceal all but a pair of full lips pulled into a sad smile as the figure whispered to no one in particular, "Something big is going to happen." The voice was too hoarse for a gender to be assumed, the language long forgotten like the engravings of the doors. The bag, bow and quiver were all shouldered, the books tucked under an arm, and the unknown person walked out into the desert.
This figure didn't see the one watching from the sand dunes, a sneer spreading over his lips in the guise of a smile. He was covered head to toe in almost skin-tight black clothing, crouched down and cloaked with Essence to hide his presence from the figure.
"Well, well, well, looks like you're going to cause my plans to be…rushed," he said, sneer replaced with a confident smirk, "But I will have you working with me by the end of this." At this moment, the man's voice sounded like it was struggling to be heard through a destroyed voice box, and beneath the black collar of his shirt he bore a set of pink and white scars which served as a reminder of where he had come from centuries before his Exaltation.
Once the figure was out of sight, he stood up and walked to the pile of bodies he'd collected, black Essence swirling around him as he began to resurrect them. One by one, at his command, they lurched after the figure until they were at least fifty people strong.
"Let us see if you have improved since we last met."