Goddess: Ahh, we have returned! This time I take full responsibility for the story. Story will also be done in first person, as per my decision. Calypso?

Calypso: Disclaimer: Twilight, and the rest of the gang, we don't own The Mummy, The Mummy Returns, nor any of the characters mentioned within. We do own the Nameless one (Who remains nameless at this point) and all other made up characters. :Thwak:

Goddess: That's enough!

Both: On with the story!

(Calypso whispering: That hurt!)

(Goddess whispering: You deserved it! btw fixed the error in the last sentence!)

I leaned against the doorframe, smelling the musty air. It smelled of old Egypt, of death and the afterlife, but most of all it smelled of my father.

I moved from the door with ease and grace, befitting one of my lineage. I walked those ancient hallways, reliving what happened there, some three thousand years ago.

Reliving it as if I myself had been present during the ritual of the Humndai. Reliving the screams of agony and fear, smelling that fear, reveling in the pain and death. Seeing the world of old Egypt through my father's memories.

I was shaken from these visions of macabre exultation and worship by the pull I felt as more mummies were raised with souls to be controlled. The black book, the gold book, spells that the old world had created in veneration of the Gods. I felt the pull as the dead rose from their cursed burial places. I narrowed my eyes, it was becoming more and more dark for the world.

I could not interfere. It was a rule of my father's. I could not meddle in the lives of others, it would cause undue stress on him, and myself just to get involved. I had to just live my life, according to the way we all did, and be happy with it. I was tired of sitting idly by as people died for no reason.

I walked along the dark halls, hearing the scarabs chittering and clicking about me. They could sense me, and the meal I could make. I smiled. Only scarabs would think of me as food right now. Though, I was sure that they wouldn't like my taste.

"Ah, ah, ah. I am not for eating. My father would have a thing or two to say to you my little friends." I whispered.

I felt one leap, followed soon by others. I held out my hand, stopping them in midair. I wagged my finger at the leader, it's legs scrabbling to get a bite while it's mandibles clicked. It kept trying to get at me, to take a chunk of flesh from me. I smiled grimly as I squeezed my hand into a fist, and the scarab ceased to move.

I heard more movement down another hallway, and went to investigate. The scarabs shrank away from me then, having learned not to mess with me. The shrank away from the shadow I threw in front of me in the torchlight. I smiled. It served them right, trying my patience.

The man passed me, as if I weren't even there. Not surprising really. He did see the vague outline of my shadow however, the shadow of death. Most thought it was their eyes playing tricks, this one however, he did not. I laughed, watching the greedy slimy pig try to drag the bag of gold faster. Not many could spy the shadow in the shape of a jackal's head and not want a quick exit. For although I myself was not Anubis, I was on a mission to save him from Set's mischief.

For I am the daughter of Anubis. The Nameless One.