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Thebes-Hamunaptra
1290 B.C
Thebes: City of the Living
Crown Jewel of Pharaoh Seti the First
Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh's High Priest
Keeper of The Dead
Birthplace of Masika, Pharaoh's firstborn daughter and Imhotep's wife
Imhotep stood at the balcony looking into the distant dusk. A beautiful woman walked in through the doors. Her waist long raven black hair flowing in a rippling tide down her back as she walked toward Imhotep. She was wearing a white dress with a golden belt tied around her hips. Her dress showed her shoulders. She wore a pair of golden earrings that took the form of scarabs. Her necklace was golden with blue stones in bedded in the frame-work. She also had four bracelets on. Two around her wrists, two on her upper arms. She was barefoot. Her greenish blue eyes lined with black kohl, searched the city beneath the balcony.
Imhotep gently wrapped his arms around the woman. "It has been two days since we wed. I can hardly believe it. The rest of eternity, together as one. " He whispered in her ear. "I know and I can't wait." She turned around and caressed her lover's face. He leaned in and they kissed. Passion and love mixed and the kiss became very heated. They broke apart for air as they held each other over looking the city beneath. "I love you, Masika." Imhotep says to her. "I love you too." She replies. They kiss again but this time interrupted howls of pain.
"Who is making that noise? Lets find out." Masika says. She was always one to explore. "No. Stay here." Imhotep tells her. Masika raises her eyebrow and shakes her head. "No I am coming with you." She says stubbornly. "Fine but stay behind me." He replies. They step inside from the balcony, and walk down the hallway. They stop suddenly, because in the middle of the hall is the bloody figure of the pharaoh.
"Father!" Masika yelled as she ran toward him, Imhotep following closely behind her. But before she could get to her father, a woman steps out from the shadows. The woman is revealed to be Anck-su-namun, the pharaoh's soon-to-be wife, and body-guard. She then stabs the princess right in the stomach. The color red staining her white gown. Before she could fall, Imhotep caught her. He took out the dagger which was in-lodged in her stomach. "Why do this Anck-su-namun?" Masika asked weakly. Imhotep was trying to keep Masika from bleeding. "Because I want what you have. I didn't want to get married to your father. It should have been me! It was my destiny!" she said with a harsh tone and a glare. Anck-su-namun then disappeared.
Masika then turned her attention to Imhotep. "Don't die, you're strong enough to survive. Please don't go, my princess!" He begs. Masika looks at her lovers face and caresses it. "I love you Imhotep. Don't ever forget that." Masika said as her breathing became slower and slower. "I love you my princess." Imhotep said as he stroked her face. As her hand fell to the ground, Imhotep could feel his heart shatter. His lover, his childhood friend, his soul-mate had just died. Then Anck-su-namun came in with the Medjai. "Look he killed the Pharaoh and the princess!" Imhotep looked up in pure anger and hate. "You lying wench! She is the one that killed them!" He snarls, but no one listened. Then Imhotep and his priests escaped into the night. Imhotep swearing revenge against Anck-su-namun.
The Pharaoh and the princess was buried in the royal tomb. Imhotep dared anger the gods by taking her body and going to Hamunaptra, and taking the Book of The Dead from its holy resting place. He took her body and rested it on an altar, with her hands over her chest. He began chanting the ancient language and a figure raised from the pool. It settled over the princess's body like a second skin. It was then adsorbed into the body and the princess's eyes opened and she started shaking. With that Imhotep was about to thrust a ceremonial dagger into her body to complete the ritual. Thus he was stopped by the Medjai, and the princess's soul went back to the underworld.
Imhotep's priests were sentenced to be buried alive
As for Imhotep he was to endure the Hom-Dai
The worst of all the ancient curses.
Imhotep's tongue was held out as they cut it off with a sharp knife. He was then mummified alive. Leather bound so he could not escape. As he was lowered into his sarcophagus, hey grabbed an urn full of scarabs and dumped them over the priest. He let out painful cries as the put on the lid.
He was to remained sealed inside his Sarcophagus
The undead for all eternity
The Madjai would never allow him to be released...
For he would arise a walking disease, a plaque among mankind
An unholy flesh-eater with the strength of ages
Power over the sands
And the glory of invincibility