The Curse of the Crimson Ankh
Hey everybody! This was a challenge from a good friend of mine, the talented KBSD authoress herself, SariSpy56!
-FANFARE-
So this is a story similar to her masterpiece trilogy "Curse of the mummy" "The Mummy and "Return of the mummy". You will note some similarities; however I will add my OC in for fun.
Italics mean thoughts
Bold means walkie-talkies
So sit back, relax and enjoy! SariSpy56, this is for you!
-KBSD: CotCA-
It was nearing the end of the day for the students at Mellowbrooke Elementary, and the anticipation of the bell was building in the kids' bodies as they anxiously awaited the afternoon to come. Kick was particularly bored today, and knew that a good stunt would perk him up; he had talked to his best friend Gunther about planning something epic later on.
"Well class I hope you have learned a thing or two about Ancient Egypt, because the school has decided to take this class on a flies trip to Egypt, tomorrow." Ms. Fitzpatrick stated as she motioned to the world map on the board. "We will visit the ancient city of Meloka, and try to find artifacts from over 5000 years ago."
The class mumbled amongst themselves; Gwen turned around in her seat, to face Kick and Gunther who sat behind her, an ecstatic look in her green eyes. He replied with thumbs up and wink.
"ATTENTION CLASS!" Everyone readjusted and became silent, "One more thing, you must have your parent or guardian sign a permission slip that will be collected in the morning. No slip, no trip! The papers are by the door, you may pick one up on your way out."
The bell rang throughout the school as students grabbed their things and filed out, taking a slip as they went. Gwen stopped by her locker really quickly to put away her books as Kick and Gunther met her.
"Can you believe it, Kick? We're going to Egypt!" The large boy gushed as he jumped up and down.
"It is pretty exciting," Kick agreed, "I hope I'll get some inspiration for some new stunts."
"Is that all you can think about is your stupid stunts, Clarence?" The female voice of Kendall entered the conversation as she walked by the group.
"Yes, Kendall, since I am a daredevil, I obviously think of stunts. It's what I do." Kick replied dryly, folding his arms across his chest.
"Whatever, just try not to ruin this trip too, ok? There is plenty to learn about in Egypt, and I don't want to miss a thing." Taking her leave, the blonde walked out the building.
Gwen rolled her eyes and grabbed her in-line blades from her locker, "Well somebody's in a good mood today." She commented sarcastically, finally speaking in the group.
"Hey, Gwen, can we stop by your house for a minute? I think I left my toothbrush behind from last night's sleep over." Gunther admitted, scoffing his crocs on the ground below him.
Gwen giggled, "Yeah that would be difficult to explain to my dad."
Kick only shook his head; he had to admit something was wrong with him. Gwen had a really beautiful laugh, even harmonious. He felt so out of character around her, like she was a puppeteer holding his strings.
The group made their way to Gwen's lavish and spacious house. Sure, the Axle family was rich, but Gwen asked to keep it on the QT, because she knew the price of exposing one's secrets. Entering the large corridor, Gunther sprinted up the curved staircase to the second level bathroom; while Gwen and Kick headed into the living room that sported a large plasma flat screen TV, 6 seat sofa and solid glass coffee table.
"I can't believe we're going to Egypt." Gwen flopped down on the upholstered seating, removing her skates and placing her red sock covered feet on the shiny glass.
"Yeah, sounds awesome." Kick joined her, however didn't get as comfortable as she did, after all it wasn't his house.
Gwen noticed her friend's nature and rolled her eyes, she was used to this behavior by now but it kinda surprised her that it was coming from the suburban daredevil himself. Grabbing a remote beside her, she flicked on the television to see it was currently on the history channel.
"Well that's funny," She commented, looking at the guide, "It's a show on Ancient Egypt, Meloka even!"
The archeologist on the screen looked familiar, until the lettering at the bottom showed his name, "Dr. Marcus Axle? Gwen, is that your dad?" Kick asked, pointing to the screen in shock.
"It is my dad, holy crap! I didn't know he was working in Egypt, the last time I heard he was in Indonesia!"
"Maybe this is worth a watch after all." Both kids leaned back to listen as the narrator went on talking.
"Dr. Axle has been digging in the Meloka deserts for 6 months; and has finally discovered the lost tomb of Kickankhamun, the legendary boy king of Egypt. Kickankhamun took the throne when he was only 10 years old, after his father was killed in a battle between the northern Egyptian people and the Invaders from the north, the Romans. The roman general Octavius Axelaneous, had been sent by the emperor Augustus to try and bargain with the Nile people. This meeting was known as Consilium pacis, or the council of peace. After days of pleading with the boy king, Kickankhamun agreed to give away some of Egypt's resources of papyrus, former roman slaves and gold in exchange for something in return. What Axelaneous offered in return was weapons from the roman armory, silks and one final gift that showed his devotion to his word, one that historians today find shocking. He offered his only daughter to be a slave to the Kickankhamun's court. Her name was Octavia Axelaneous, and she was a mysterious girl to the roman general. Some believe she was the result of Octavius' affair with a mistress in the palace of Augustus. In order to conceal this deed, he gave away the child to clean his name. Others believe that Octavia was a servant girl that in order to impress the Egyptian royals, referred to her as his daughter. Whatever the case, the deal was made and Octavia was sold as the Pharaoh's slave girl.
Although a slave the court still treated her with dignity. She was renamed Kamilah, meaning 'perfection' in Egyptian, and she was considered the whispered beauty of the Pharaoh's house. She was described as having beautiful crimson hair, light green eyes and a fair physique. Kamilah was often called to entertain the pharaoh and his advisors with music and stories. Kickankhamun was told to have loved these stories of strange creatures and epic battles, many times calling the girl to his bedchambers at night to hear them told again. Rumors began to circulate that the young pharaoh had fallen in love with the slave, something incredibly scorning. Kickankhamun had already a wife, the renowned queen Akila who had been betrothed to him at birth. Another spread that the priestess Hafsah, of the temple of the god Ra, had an obsession with the Pharaoh, and became furious to hear of his marriage and alleged affair. It was discovered if the slave and the king had an affair but they did seem to be close friends, even until his death two years later.
Kickankhamun was written to be a child of all things. He enjoyed adventure and thrill of life and hated the royal workings of being Pharaoh. He was said to have made a golden skateboard that he used to travel the streets. One day while skating on a half-pipe, he was reported to be struck in the neck with a sharp rock or knife and killed instantly. The murderer was never found and the mystery was never solved."
"Wow, that's some mystery; to think- a Pharaoh Assassination plot!" Gwen thought aloud as fingered the remote.
"Yeah, that name sounds familiar." Kick considered the story as the two looked at each other.
During the time of the program, the duo had changed positions. Gwen had sunken into the cushion of the couch, snuggling into Kick. Kick had rested his arm around her shoulders unconsciously bringing her closer to him. Their faces were centimeters apart and if one listened quietly, you hear two rhythmic heartbeats. In a moment of split impulse, the girl's eyelids lowered and she leaned into the daredevil who was half-dazed in stupor.
"Am I interrupting anything?" A suave male voice came from behind the couch. Kick and Gwen shot around to see Gunther resting his elbows on the back of the couch, smiling sweetly.
"GUNTHER!" Kick yelled in surprise, feeling his face grow hot. Gwen looked away, the color of her cheeks burning the color of her hair. She couldn't believe she had gotten so impulsive and weak. She felt like she wanted to melt into the earth's core right there.
"How long were you standing there? Kick inquired, trying to hide his embarrassment in anger.
"Like a minute tops, but long enough AHHH-" Gunther was whacked with a pillow from the sofa, "What was that for?"
Gwen hugged the pillow to her chest, innocently looking away, "Who me?"
Kick chuckled before getting up, "Come on Gunther; time to go."
"But it was just getting good…"The eleven year old whined as Kick ushered him out the door while rolling his eyes.
"See you tomorrow Gwen." The daredevil called back, reaching to close the door,
"See ya." She moved into view, leaning on the living room door frame as she waved goodnight. Kick sent her one final win before closing the door. The girl could only giggle at his antics, "Oh, Kick…"
-KBSD: CotCA-
That night, everyone had signed their permission slips. As the night came, Mellowbrooke fell into a peaceful silence with the only noise being the crickets or occasional din. Most people could fall asleep peacefully in this haven but unfortunately two would not.
-KBSD: CotCA-
Kick tossed in his bed for the fifth time if someone was there to count. His thoughts were restless and blurry, his body covered in sweat; the obvious signs of a nightmare.
-Kick's dream-
The young Kickankhamun narrowed his eyes as he estimated the next jump he would make in the dirt road. It was his daily ride outside the palace and the day had been so beautiful it was almost blessed. The young Pharaoh wore a white tunic with golden sandals, and a golden helmet with a red stripe and a serpent attached to the front. He passed through a market, where some bowed and others cheered. After waving, he came to a swift halt as he noticed a half-pipe near the edge of the road. Feeling his adrenaline run, he bolted up and onto the structure, diving down and doing tricks. All was great nothing could go wrong; he thought happily as he felt something slam into the back of his neck, then the world went black.
His body was found on the swell of the pipe, covered in his own blood, a deep gash in his neck.
"Who would do this to our Pharaoh?" A woman cried.
"He must be avenged!" A grown man growled as several others agreed.
What no one saw was a large, satisfied, shadowy figure snickered and ran off.
-Kick's dream-
"A-a-ah!" Kick screamed as he sat up, wide awake, panting from the bad dream. That was what it was, a dream. He breathed to calm himself down and settled in to try and sleep again
That boy looks so familiar… These were his last clear thoughts as he drifted off to the land of sleep.
-KBSD: CotCA-
Gwen was muttering to herself as she curled up in her sleep. Sweat drenched her body as she grimaced in what looked like pain. For she too was having a nightmare, although it not the same…
-Gwen's dream-
Kamilah blew into her flute, listening to the harmonious music that came from it. She had her crimson locks up in a pony-tail braid; and a small, white, servants tunic and leather sandals. The only jewelry showing was a golden snake arm band placed on her right upper arm. She was currently sitting in the slave quarters, practicing her latest composition when she heard something move on the other side of the doorway.
"Is it done?" A female voice, dripping with poison, whispered over to the other figure.
"Yes, the Pharaoh is dead." The male voice sneered, chuckling in satisfaction. Kamilah gasped, Kickankhamun was dead? No it couldn't be true.
"Good, now that the pharaoh is dead, the throne will soon be ours!" The mysterious woman cackled a villainous laugh.
Kamilah dashed out of hiding and tried to run out of the building to cry for help, when she felt herself become paralyzed. Unable to move, she tried to struggle as she floated to the two strangers and gasped as she recognized them.
"You! You won't get away with this!" She tensed as the invisible force wrapped around her body and began to strangle her.
"Oh I think so, pathetic girl!" The woman began to chant some dark words as a blood red aura engulfed her silencing her screams as her body lay there motionless.
"The spell is complete." The woman spoke, her voice stern and cold.
"Then let's finish this-" The larger male drew a dagger, covered in dried blood and aimed to stab her heart.
"No!" The woman held back his hand, "If you kill her, her spirit will descend into the underworld and tell the Pharaoh who killed him." Looking at the limp girl, she continued, "She will sleep for eternity. We must preserve her body or else the spell will not last. Now let the new age of Egypt rise!"
The two villains laughed together as the body of Kamilah lay on the floor, seemingly still as ice, paling as the life began to drain from her body.
-Gwen's dream-
"A-a-ah!" Gwen sat up in bed, clutching the sheets in her strong grip. After a few moments of panic, she breathed in an attempt to calm down. It was a dream, only a dream…
Lying back down, she closed her eyes; I'm only jumpy about the trip tomorrow, nothing to worry about… I hope…
-KBSD: CotCA-
So that is chapter one, I hope that caught your interest.
Writing Kickankhamun story was so fun, and I did twist it so it differed from SariSpy's version. So read, review and favorite.
SariSpy56, I hoped I met your standard.
So live till it hurts! ... And then some :)
Phoenix
