Hey this is something a little different from my usual since its not anime, i just really love the Mummy and wanted to make a fanfic for it. It probly won't update it that often since its a kinda spur of the moment thing but i hope you enjoy reading it. I use some Arabic so i'll put the translations in at the bottom.

Ardeth slowly approached the area the sand storm had just left, he was cautious because it had been located at Hamunaptra and who knows what its purpose had been, nothing was ever simple when it involved that place. The creature may be dead and the city swallowed by the sands but he just didn't trust that place to remain that way.

So he approached on horseback, ready to alert the Medjai at the slightest hint of disturbance, they didn't want to have to deal with Imhotep again.

He almost trampled on her in the end, the girl blended into the desert so well he thought she was a mirage. She lay face down in the sand wearing tattered black robes that barely covered her; her hair was what made her blend in so well. It was the same colour as the sand.

He dismounted and gently rolled her over to see her face. She was very pretty to look at he supposed, he was never much concerned with women, too busy with his training and having fate rest upon his shoulders to be bothered much. But even he could not deny her beauty, her skin was tanned though not heavily and her eyes had the slant of an Egyptian, he wondered about the colour of her eyes. He shifted her robe slightly to cover her the best he could and sat back on his heels.

What was he suppose to do with her? She obviously wasn't Imhotep nor any other mummy, could she just be a traveller that had collapsed? No, this was Hamunaptra, it was no coincidence that he had found this girl here, his only option was to take her back to his people and consult the other Medjai leaders.

He was about to lift her up to put her on his horse when she suddenly gasped and her eyes flew open before shutting again against the glare of the sun. He quickly knelt down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Kef halak?" he asked. How are you? She blinked a few times before turning her head slightly to look at him.

"Where am I?" she asked her throat croaking from lack of water. He frowned, maybe she had bumped her head or something else had happened, she didn't seem to know where she was.

"Hamunaptra," he replied helping her to sit up. "I saw the sand storm and came to check on things, lucky for you otherwise you would have died out here."

She frowned and held her head as if in pain, then she looked around slowly.

"Hamunaptra? But there's nothing here," she said confused. "How can this be a city?"

"This is where Hamunaptra once stood," Ardeth told her. "Now it is buried beneath the sand." He paused as she looked around again. "Shismak?" What's your name?

"… I don't know," she said frowning. Ardeth's eyes widened, this was more than a simple bump on the head if the girl didn't even know her own name. "Why don't I know my name?" she asked beginning to look fearful. "Its not something you just forget!" He took hold of both of her shoulders and made her look him in the eyes.

"Do you remember anything?" he asked softly not wanting to make her panic. She shook her head frantically.

"Nothing," she whispered. "There is a big black empty hole in my head with nothing to fill it." She looked up at him tears beginning to gather. "There isn't anything there!"

He could tell by her eyes that she was telling the truth, that look of desperate panic was hard to fake and she had no reason to do so that he knew of, she genuinely didn't remember anything.

"Come, I will take you to my people," he said rising and pulled her to her feet. "We will see what we can do."

She nodded and clutched her robe self consciously aware that it didn't cover very much. He sighed and removed his outer layer placing it on her shoulders, she smiled gratefully at him and let him lead her to his horse. He gave her a leg up and stared as he finally noticed her eyes. Grey, the colour of the storm clouds in the rainy season. She blinked at him and bit her lip.

"Are you ok?" she asked nervously. He nodded and smiled at her slightly.

"Aiwa." Yes. She blushed slightly and looked down at the horse's neck.

"Umm… I forgot to ask your name," she murmured. He chuckled and swung himself up on the horse behind her.

"Ardeth Bay," he answered. "I'm one of the Medjai."

He nudged his horse into a gallop and concentrated on the ride ahead so he didn't notice her eyes widened at the name Medjai, as if she had heard it before.

She looked around curiously as they entered the camp, he was lucky there was a meeting of the tribe leaders tonight so he could ask their advice on what to do. Ardeth glanced down at the girl and frowned. They would also have to think of a name for her, calling her girl all the time was demeaning and to be honest she looked old enough that woman would be more appropriate any way.

"Ardeth?" He glanced down at her again. "If I can't remember any thing how is it I know the language we're speaking?" He blinked in surprise, he hadn't thought of that.

"We can assume then that you've spent enough time in this country to know the language even if you weren't born here," he replied. "Any way let us visit the other leaders, they shall help decide what to do."

She nodded and went back to looking around as they rode through camp. Eventually they dismounted outside a large tent in the centre of the camp, Ardeth took her hand and led her inside. The minute they entered she hesitated and stopped.

"What is it?" he asked frowning. "Why do you stop?" She blushed bright red and looked at the floor.

"I can't be presented like this," she whispered. "I'm barely wearing any thing." He paused and looked back at her, she was still only wearing her robe and his outer layer and was showing a lot of skin.

"It is best that they see you as I found you," he replied slowly. "It may give them some clues as to what happened to you." She bit her lip and nodded allowing him to pull her forwards again. "Don't worry, I will find a way to help you."

She smiled then and stepped forward into the firelight so that the other leaders of the Medjai could see her. Instantly murmurs broke out from amongst the group. Ardeth was confused until he looked at her. The firelight had made her skin like pale gold and her hair shone the same colour as the sand at their feet while her grey eyes glimmered in the light, the sight was enough to make any mortal man fall to his knees. She shifted nervously as they all stared at her and looked at him pleadingly. He cleared his throat and stepped forward.

"As-salam alaykum," he said raising his fist to his chest and forehead.

"Wa alaykum e-salam," was the response.

"I found this girl at Hamunaptra after the sand storm," he said pulling her forward to stand beside him. "Unfortunately she has no memory at all of how she got there, she doesn't even remember her own name." More murmurs broke out as they discussed this.

"At Hamunaptra you say?" asked one of them. "How do we know she doesn't remember?"

"I looked into her eyes," replied Ardeth. "She truly remembers nothing."

"What shall we do with her then?" asked another. "Any thing from that place does not bode well." He felt her bristle next to him as they talked about her as if she was some type of plague.

"It would not do to condemn her to any thing until we know everything," said Ardeth. "It would be cruel especially when she has no memories to make what memories she does have painful." A few of the leaders nodded and there was more talking between them.

"Give her a name Ardeth," said one. "We cannot call her girl, she must at least be called something." He nodded and turned to her considering. She stared back at him unblinking.

"Rimal," he said testing it on his tongue. "Rimal Aasifa."

"You're naming her sand storm?" they asked eyebrows raised. He shrugged.

"I found her after a sand storm, her hair is the colour of sand and her eyes are the colour of a storm," he explained. "I think it's fitting." The other leaders nodded.

"Very well, until we find out who she really is she will stay with your tribe," they said. "You found her so she's your responsibility." He bowed slightly and nudged her out of the tent. "Oh and Ardeth, try find the poor girl some proper clothes."

She turned bright red and hurried out of the tent faster, Ardeth right behind her.

"I'm terribly sorry for that," apologised Ardeth. She shook her head.

"It's ok, I understand your reasoning and agreed," she replied. She paused, stopping to a stand still. "Rimal Aasifa," she said as if testing the name out on her tongue. "Rimal."

Now he felt slightly ashamed. He had given her a name without asking her opinion at all, shouldn't she have been given the choice herself? What if she didn't like the name he had given her? He bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry, you should have chosen your own name," he mumbled.

"La." No. "Rimal Aasifa…" she muttered. "I like it, I also like why you chose it, I wouldn't have known what to name myself." He nodded to himself relieved that she liked the name.

"Let's go find my sisters," he suggested taking hold of her elbow. "They'll find some clothes for you." He led her to a large tent not far from the main tent and opened the flap to let her in. "Badra, Farah! We have a guest!" he called. Rimal hid behind him slightly as the two Egyptian women came into sight and smiled at their brother.

"As-salam alaykum," they said.

"Wa alaykum e-salam," Ardeth replied. "This is Rimal Aasifa," he pulled her forward so she wasn't hiding behind him. "She will be staying with our tribe for a while, as you can see though she doesn't have any clothes." Rimal blushed and scuffed her feet nervously. Ardeth's two sisters circled her taking in her appearance completely, they turned her head this way and that before grinning.

"We'll find her something."

"So who is she really brother?" asked Badra, she was the older of the two and older than Ardeth himself by two years. She had come out to talk to him while Farah helped Rimal bathe, Ardeth sighed heavily and rubbed his temples.

"There was a sand storm at Hamunaptra," he explained. "I went to make sure nothing was… disturbed, she was just lying there on the ground." Badra raised an eyebrow.

"She appeared from no where at Hamunaptra?" Ardeth nodded.

"To make things more complicated she remembers nothing, not even her name."

"I thought she was called Rimal Aasifa?"

"The other leaders said that because I found her she is my responsibility, so that I should give her a name," he muttered. "She doesn't seem to mind it." Badra nodded.

"So what will you do with her?"

"I promised I'd help her but I don't know where to start since she remembers nothing," he sighed. "Judging from her appearance and her speech I'd say she's a native to Egypt but her hair colour… she must have at least one European ancestor, Egyptians don't have hair that colour." Farah chose that moment to enter their section of the tent.

"Oh please tell me you'll make her your wife brother!" she begged making Badra and Ardeth start with surprise.

"Farah!" cried Badra. "Don't say such things, the poor girl has no memory!" Farah pouted.

"But she's so beautiful!" she protested. "She would make a fine wife, she compliments our brother so well." By this point Ardeth was bright red.

"That is hardly appropriate Farah," he protested. "Besides we have just met today." Farah shrugged.

"So? If she does have no memories then her first memory is of you," she said. "So everything is happening from the beginning for her, there is nothing else before meeting you."

Ardeth hadn't really thought of it that way, it did explain why she practically clung to him once they'd dismounted from the horse, at the moment the only thing she knew was him. He sighed.

"Farah would you and your husband mind if she stayed in your tent with you?" he asked wearily. "It would not be appropriate for her to share a tent with me and she has at least met you." Farah nodded and clapped her hands.

"Of course, I enjoyed dressing her up now I can do it every day!"

"Erm… Farah?" called Rimal from behind them.

They all turned to look and Ardeth couldn't help but stare. Her clothes were entirely black and dark blue as was the Medjai's usual preference and he couldn't help but think it looked good on her. She was actually wearing the same as he, instead of female clothing, he turned to Farah confused but she just shrugged at him.

"She didn't feel comfortable in female clothes," she explained. "So I let her borrow some of yours." Wait... she was wearing his clothes?

"I'm sorry if it bothers you," said Rimal fidgeting. "I just wanted to cover up after wearing that robe but the dresses were too constricting, I couldn't move about easily in them."

He nodded, that was a reasonable excuse. Though it made him wonder how she was used to moving if she thought they were constricting, she spoke as if some of the warriors did when they had to wear cloaks that got in the way of fighting. Hmm… come to think of it maybe she knew how to fight and had subconsciously rejected the clothes because she knew they would restrict her ability. It seemed there were many things that he had to find out.

"Rimal," he said catching her attention. "While you are here you will be staying in Farah and her husband's tent." She looked like she was about to protest so he held up a hand to stop her. "It would not be appropriate for you to share with me since neither of us are married." He blinked and checked her ring finger, nope no ring there. "It would be best if you stay with Farah." She nodded and set about putting on her turban to conceal her sand coloured hair.

"But I'll still see you, right?" she asked pleadingly.

His sisters exchanged looks but he understood where she was coming from. If he truly was the first memory she had now it wasn't surprising she was clinging to him so much, right now she needed someone she left she could trust and that just happened to be him.

"Yes you will still see me," he said smiling. "Although I'm the leader of our tribe I still get involved in a lot of the work. If you like you could come help me," he suggested. She nodded eagerly and smiled before wrapping the rest of her turban to cover her face, leaving only her eyes visible.

"I would like to help you," Rimal said cheerfully. "I owe you my life, you have taken me in and are trying to help me… I want to help you any way I can in return."

He nodded to her smiling, considering what she was going through that was a very good attitude to have and a strong sense of moral. She was going to fit in to his tribe just fine.

Here are the Arabic translation though i did put some of them in italic after they were said.

Hello: as-salam alaykum

Hello (response): wa alaykum e-salam

Yes: aiwa

No: la

How are you?: kef halak?

What's your name?: shismak?

Rimal: sand

Aasifa: storm (as in a cloud storm for rain)

Badra: full moon

Farah: joyful

Ardeth: blooming meadow (its the only definition i can find plz someone tell me if its wrong!)

Please review remember i won't be updating this one that often.