Hey everyone yes I am doing another story but don't worry I can keep up with all of them, I promise. I'm not one for giving up on stories! I hope you like this one. I'm writing from one of best friends houses where I am sleeping over in and you will meet her based character later hopefully!

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Music was loud, musicians playing cheerfully along as people spoke and celebrated. Prince Ahkmenrah now celebrating his 21st birthday was seated next to his father who smiled proudly down on his people. The Pharaoh was a good man and a good king and ruled over all of egypt.

Ahkmenrah quickly rose from his throne and strode across the room to one of his closest friends, while an older man walked towards his father. Roberant was a good man and was a close friend of Ahkmenrah's father. He often gave advice and was highly educated. Roberant had four children. Three sons,Tarik ,Tarrien and Caráius. Caráius was Ahkmenrah's closest friend for many years even though that Caráius was a year older. Caráíus being the eldest at twenty-two , then Tarrien and Tarik at nineteen being the twins. Then there was Amenet, who was known as Desert Rose and was almost seventeen.

Tarik, Tarrien and Caráius all had dark hair and slightly tanned skin, the twins were more dark then their elder brother. Traik and Tarrien were excellent fighters and were well liked even if they caused plenty havok throughout Cairo. Caráius was highly intelligent and cared for nothing more then his sister and the woman he loved Dureywn. For either, he would do anything, but his sister always came first. All had bright blue eyes and strong features.

Amenet was quite different to her brothers. She was less tanned, her dark brown hair went down to her waist almost straight but slightly waved. Her eyes, like her brothers', were bright blue but they were also a beautiful gold around the pupil which added to her beauty. She was small and thin, though she was strong and quick. She was good with a smither, a bow, a dagger and several other weapons. Her family were known for their skill and the women didn't lack in it either. She was known around Cario for having the voice of an angel and could dance beautifully. Ahkmenrah had never seen her dance but from what he had heard it was quite a sight.

"Caráius! Have you been hidding from me, my friend" Ahkmenrah called out. The young man turned to his prince and friend, "of course not" Caráius replied with a slight smirk. There was silence for a few moments before laughter erupted from them. "Where is your family?" the young prince asked. The dark hair man looked around, "well, father is speaking with Pharaoh, and I see Tarrien and Tarik chatting up some women, that won't end badly I'm sure of it this time" he replied saying the last part with sarcasm heavy in his voice. Ahkmenrah suddenly became rather nervous, "And...of Amenet, certainly she shall be joining in the festivities?" Carárius didn't miss the way his friend aways seemed to shy away when it came to his little sister. A small smile grew on his face as he spoke, "I'm sure she is just getting ready, she will be making quite an entrance I sure."

Just as those words left his mouth a loud, booming drum could be heard. It pace of the drumming quicken and people were gathering. Ahkmenrah quickly returned to his throne and the audience seemed to move slightly in that direction. There in the middle of the floor, crouched a dark haired girl. Ahkmenrah noticed an almost evil smirk on his father's face, looking towards him, his father gave him just an innocent look in return.

The music returned, the beat was quicker and more lively. The girl stood and Ahkmenrah's eyes widened at the sight. It was Amenet. She wore golden snake armlets on her upperarms that coiled around them, on her head was a beautiful, gold cirlet of a snake that coiled around her head and then dipped down almost between her eyes. Her eyes were painted a beaming gold with black charcoal. Her lips were painted red and her hair hung around her loosely and danced around her as she moved. There were several golden bands wrapped around some of the strands while the rest fell around her. He was mesmurized by her movements. She seemed to be almost gliding or even flying. Her pure white skirt and top with gold chains and coins. There were similar anklets to the ones on her forearms.

Ahkmenrah wasn't the only one mesmerized my her, his brother Kahmunrah who stood further away from his brother and father watched the girl with desire and greed. He could see the look on his baby brother's face and knew it would be easy to ge to him through the girl. He would have to get her first. Most likely just seeing this young girl in his arms instead of the young prince's would hurt his baby brother and that was exactly what he was going for.

The music came to a sudden halt and Amenet fell down on the ground, only a foot or two in front of Ahkmenrah's throne. Applause sounded throughout the hall. Amenet looked up smiling slightly, she had never preformed in front of such a large crowd and defanitely not one as important as this.

Her eyes met with Ahkmenrah's and they conituned to stare at each other. The had known each other for years, as younger childern, Ahkmenrah had always been protective of her as though she were a sister. But as she grew and so did he, his view on her changed. She was becoming a woman - no. She was a woman. She was beautiful, skilled, intelligent, wise and kind hearted. As his father said she was as rare and beautiful as a desert Rose but also had thornes. She was just waiting for someone to break through them to find that beauty that was truly inside.

They continued to stare until, the Pharaoh's loud apploading caught the attention of all. "I welcome you all to my son's 21st!" Everyone cheered and called out as Ahkmenrah stood and bowed low, though his eyes never even left Amenet's face who was still seated on the ground before his throne.

Music played once again, people got together on the floor and began to dance. People drank and the ate.

Ahkmenrah spotted Amenet over with her three brothers and her father who were all congradualting her on her preformance. Before he knew what was happening his feet were carrying him over towards the family. Roberant spotted him coming and pointed it out to the others. The spun around to greet him. Ahkmenrah nodded to them all and smiled nervoulsy yet sweetly at Amenet. She returned with just as much emotion if not more. "Congradulations are in order, my prince" Ahkmenrah shuck his hand in a dismissive way. "No, please and call me Ahkmenrah, I was simply born on this day, it is your daughter which should be congradulated" he stated glancing at Amenet out of the corner of his eye, noticing she was blushing. "Her gift of song and dance is trully a gift of the Gods and I was honored to have seen it" he continued. Tarrien decided to speak up at that moment, "Seen it?! It was danced for you and if you asked I'm certain she would-" but Tarrien was cut off by his twin brother's hand covering his mouth and saying, "thats enough lets leave them in peace." And with that they left. Caráius spoke with Ahkmenrah for a few short moments before leaving in search of Dureywn.

Roberant left to speak with several others, leaving the two alone. Ahkmenrah took several moments to pick up his courage before extending a hand and saying nervously, "may I have this dance?" Amenet smiled and nodded, taking his hand and letting him lead her out onto the floor.

They danced for several minutes not daring to take their eyes away from one another. He spun her shraply and pulled her back she missed her step and practically fell into his chest. No one noticed the exchange but it seemed to make something snap inside Ahkmenrah. He felt him self become more bold and brave like he normally seemed to be. He stared down at her, emotion transfering from him to her. "Lets go for a walk" he said taking her hand tightly in his and intwining their fingers together.

Several people noticed their departure, one being the Pharaoh who was pleased and proud of his young son, Roberant noticed as well as his sons all of them smirking broadly at the sight. Kahmunrah also noticed and was angered by it. Of course, she would chose his little brother. It was only then that he recognised her as the young girl that had been very close with Ahkmenrah and he had picked on when they were all younger.

Out in the palace garden's where Prince Ahkmenrah strolled with Amenet. She danced along the edge of a long thin pond. Walking to the water's edge, Ahkmenrah picked up a beautiful pink, purple and white lily from a nearby lilypad. He strode over towards the seventeen year old dancer. She was kneeling down by the water her finger's grazing across the surface. She hadn't noticed him yet. He leaned down slightly and placed his middle and fore-finger under her chin and guided her up causing her to stand. She was around a head short then him. She blushed as her eyes met his once more. He brushed a loode strand of her dark hair behind her ear and then placed the lily with it. She reached up to caress the lily and smiled. She looked down into the water to look at her reflection. What she saw surprised her.

Ahkmenrah was standing close to her and only now did she realise his arm around her waist. Their chests almost pressed against each others. The lily stood out against her hair. She let her eyes wander back to the now twenty-one year old prince before her. He leaned down slowly towards her. Both were nervous but it was something they both wanted. Something they both needed.

His lips grazed hers and with that a fire erupted inside each of them. They were drawn to each other. Sparks flew as he pressed his lips back to hers but this time much more passionatly and hungrly, putting all his feeling he had for into the one kiss, which she returned fully. One of his hands was pressed into her back holding her tight against his chest while the other was running through her hair and sometimes caressing her face. Amenet's fingers were tangled in his hair where his crown had orginally been before being knocked of in their need for each others closeness. Her skin was soft to the touch and her dark hair like silk between his fingers. It was as though neither need to come up for air and so they continued their embrace without interuption.

They were at that moment being watched. The Pharaoh stood with his close friend and adviser, Roberant watching the young couple express their love for one another through a physical manner. They were both smiling at the son and daughter. They had hoped for this to happen for years but had given up on it as years passed. They had discussed an arranged marriage several times but both had wished for their children to be in love when they married. They continued to watch for several moments longer before turning to join back in the celebrations of their Prince while their Prince was celebrating else where. They ordered the guards to close the door so no one would disturb the two. The guards who took up position all smirked at the sight of their Prince with the girl known as Desert Rose. They were all thinking the same thing, 'its about time.'

Ahkmenrah was rudely awakened by Larry Daly as the sun had lowered. He had been rather enjoying his dream of his past live as a Prince and with his lover and ment-to-be soon wife, Amenet. He missed her and all of his friends from their time very dearly but he never spoke of any of them to anyone in the museum. It was the night where everyone had a large soccar match. Ahkmenrah wasn't in the mood to play but he decided to watch.

Leaving his tomb, he headed to the Lobby of the museum to find no match being played. Everyone was looking at Larry who was now standing ontop of the large main desk. He must have missed a large annoncement as all were muttering curiusly and excitedly.

"Ah! Ahk! There you are!" Called out Larry Daly as he jumped down of the desk and made his way through the crowd towards him. Everyone was watching him closely, as though expecting something big to happen. Larry stopped infront of him and taking a deep breath he asked a question that made Ahkmenrah almost go into shock(if it was possible). "Ahkmenrah, who is Amenet?"

Well? What did you think? I've had an idea of this for ages and I decided just had to write it.

Well please review and hopefully you will keep reading. Even if you don't I'm still going to keep writing anyway!

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