THE CURSE OF THE MED-JAI
Disclaimer - I do not own 'The Mummy', the 'Med-Jai', 'Ardeth Bay' or 'Imhotep'. I'm just borrowing them. I promise to put them back where I found them when I've finished. ;c)
THE CURSE OF THE MED-JAI
Life. Death. The division between the two is less distinct than one would imagine. Or hope.
The shadowy figures observing the bloody battle at Hamunaptra knew this better than most.
Three thousand years had seen the rise and fall of civilisations. Yet the Med-Jai had withstood the test of time intact. Focused solely on one aim. One purpose. One reason for existing.
This was their curse. To remain forever locked in a constant battle. Against an enemy which could never be beaten, an enemy which they themselves had created. The actions of their ancestors had doomed them for all of eternity. The Beast would never be vanquished. Oh, he could be stopped, temporarily, if he were ever to rise, but he would always remain a hidden threat. Veiled by myth and legend, sand and time. The Creature was infinite. He would stay a threat until the ultimate apocalypse.
Even as he watched the final, desperate attempts of the soldiers fighting over the City of the Dead, Ardeth Bay knew that this was not the end. It was no where near the beginning either. It was merely the next chapter in a titanic struggle between good and evil.
The Med-Jai would continue to keep watch. Unable to go forward. Impossible to go back. Imprisoned by their own curse.
"The Creature remains undiscovered." There was little, if any, emotion in the statement, there was however an unspoken response, felt by all present.
"For the moment."
Imhotep would wait. Millennia stretched carelessly before him. As it did for the Med-Jai, who were unbreakably bound to watch over him for eternity. A fate from which they could never escape.