Disclaimer: I Do NOT own The Mummy if I did there would have been A LOT more Ardeth. I also do NOT own the idea for Alchemy or the context in which I'm using it that belongs to Hiromu Arakawa. I DO however own Axelle...and three wiener dogs named Ichigo, Winry, and Maxius Millions.

The loud crack of thunder quickly woke me from my sleep. My dark brown eyes scanned the horizon looking at the great wall of clouds that slowly crept over the desert.

Yes, I know how odd this sounds a giant rain storm in the middle of the desert but truth be told it wasn't exactly a normal storm. It was a storm I had called for almost thirty small minutes ago. Before I go into details about the storm I guess I should tell you about myself.

My name is Axelle Axelrad Lac I know it's not the most normal name for a girl but having only a father it was the best he could think of. My birthday is September 25, 1991 according to the American calendar. However right now I am exactly -76 years old, how is this possible you ask? Well I am from the year 2008, and I have been pulled into the year 1932.

Bet your mind is pulling another blank, eh? Well when I was younger I found out that my family somehow had managed to preserve its ability to do alchemy(1) this was something that nobody else in our time could do, so naturally I was curious. Well one night I was drabbling with time travel based alchemy and I accidentally did something right. However I didn't end up in the historically accurate 1930's I ended up in the fictional Cairo, Egypt of my favorite movie The Mummy.

And as stupid as it sounds it's completely true, as a matter of fact I have one of the Madjai scouts is watching me from the overlooking cliff to my right. Ah well…time to get to work. You see I have been stuck in this time for about two years now. My ability to do alchemy has helped me immensely and I could probably go back to my time at any time, but I like it here and have actually made myself a local celebrity. I have a small booth in Cairo that I sell wind chimes out of. Yes, I know it doesn't sound that great but the locals and tourists love them. I make them out of hollowed glass tubes and carved glass rods so when the wind blows on them they make a wonderful whooshing noise like when you blown over the top of an empty bottle and a light tinkling sound when glass hits glass.

The wind is picking up blowing my loose black clothes and trying to detach my hood from around my face. That was never going to happen though. My hair was another local oddity; apparently the alchemy affected my hairs natural ability to produce color. So now instead of the deep brown it had been, it is now stark white no color what-so-ever.

Anyway, I pushed my self off of the rock I had been using for a resting spot and started out into the dark clouds that were hovering over a large flat plane about three miles long that had metal rods sticking out of it. The rods were how I actually got the glass because when lightning hits sand it makes glass well I needed something to conduct the lighting that I was soon going to be making with my fake storm. I had been bringing out the rods about three times a week for the last four months. I would usually bring about twenty or thirty rods, and actually I wasn't until my third or fourth wee k that the Madjai started watching me. I guess they were as curious about me as I am about them.

I glanced back to the ridge where the Madjai scout was, only to be surprised when I saw three men instead of one. "So he called friends, eh?" I thought to myself as I watched them out of the corner of my eye. My observation of the men was cut short however when the first blot of lightening streaked through the sky, and my slow walk to the metal rods became a full blown run. "Oh no! Hurry up Axelle!" I silently yelled at myself for going so slow. If I didn't get there before the storm really started I wouldn't be able to control the lightning.

Thank goodness this wasn't the case as I made it there shortly before the storm really started. I quickly clapped my hands together to start my transmutation. Why clap my hands together? Because it completes the circle of alchemic power in my body and begins the transmutation, and as a pale blue light enveloped my hands when I touched the ground I knew the transmutation had started.

(1) Alchemy: 1 a medieval chemical science and speculative philosophy aiming to achieve the transmutation of the base metals into gold, the discovery of a universal cure for disease, and the discovery of a means of indefinitely prolonging life 2 a power or process of transforming something common into something special 3 an inexplicable or mysterious transmuting