Land of the Living
Nobody ever talks about what Imhotep goes through when he is not walking the earth . . .
Note: I do not know much about Egyptian Mythology and never even knew The Mummy and The Mummy Returns used any historical fact. There were Books of the Dead as I found, charms written on Papyrus. And a guy named Imhotep may have actually existed. But I just quickly glanced through the encyclopedia not really looking for anything specific. If my story conflicts with the views and beliefs of Ancient Egyptians I am sorry. So correct me if you must, but other than that I hope you enjoy my story. I've succeeded in writing more humorous writings so why not try a more serious attitude . . .
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The last thing he remembered was pain . . .
Now he felt nothing.
It was just darkness.
Could the pain have been that bad?
He had even forgotten who he had endured the pain for in that brief second.
Anck-su-namun.
He had been put through the worst torture the Med-Jai knew about.
He had been cursed not just in one life, but the next.
The Hom-Dai.
But was this the next life?
It was just darkness.
He felt that he existed.
He looked upon his previous life in the third person.
He had risked everything for a woman?
But they would be together, he believed.
But when?
The Med-Jai had interrupted the ceremony that would bring her back from the dead.
"Imhotep." A dark chilling voice called to him from the darkness.
Was that his name?
Yes.
Some reason it was so hard to remember.
"Would you betray the pharaoh over a woman?" The dark and evil voice asked him out of the darkness.
Who was this voice?
A god?
A demon?
Spirit?
He died for Anck-su-namun.
That much he knew.
He had loved her beyond life itself.
That much he knew.
But did he still love her?
"The pharaoh never suspected anything, you know. He told me you had been his most trusted advisor. He was a little suspicious of Anck-su-namun, but never you . . ."
'Who are you?' Imhotep wanted to ask but wasn't sure if he ever did.
He didn't know if he could communicate in this place.
'Where am I?'
Was it purgatory?
The Kingdom of the Dead?
Would his heart be measured for bad deeds?
But he wasn't supposed to be dead.
He had suffered the Hom-Dai.
He would exist till the end of the world as one of the undead.
But that made it possible to once again be with Anck-su-namun.
But where was she?
How could he find her?
Would he go back to the land of the living one day?
"You foolish humans with you thoughts on love and revenge." The voice taunted.
"The poor pharaoh was the one who wanted you cursed with the Hom-Dai. He told the Med-Jai to do so. Even in death the pharaoh has his command. He told them of your plans to resurrect Anck-su-namun."
What was this voice talking about?
The Med-Jai?
Yes.
He had wondered how they knew of the ceremony in Hamunaptra.
Somehow they had come at the exact time Anck-su-namun was almost completely revived from the dead.
He was about to perform the sacrifice when they had rushed in.
Anck-su-namun's soul that had entered her body, had once again gone to the land of the dead.
Was this the land of the dead?
Was she here?
But he couldn't die.
Death meant nothing.
He would live again to be with his love, right?
'I will be with Anck-su-namun once again!' He yelled and knew this much to be true.
But how?
When?
"Anck-su-namun?" The voice questioned.
"You say you love her, but does she love you?"
'Yes.' he answered confidently.
"You sound so certain. Your soul can tell no lies, but neither can Anck-su-namun's."
Anck-su-namun!
'Is she here?'
But Imhotep felt no other existence besides himself and the voice taunting him.
Who was the voice?
He couldn't tell.
Was it evil?
Was it himself?
He couldn't tell.
Everything was so confusing.
He couldn't hold a thought for more than a second.
He felt that he existed.
Was he only a soul wondering in this unknown space?
Did he have no body for his soul to return to?
Was this where humans go when they die?
Or just him, because he had been tortured by the Hom-Dai?
No one else had ever been tortured by the Hom-Dai.
Is that why he was the only existence here?
"You will meet with Anck-su-namun, again." The voice stated nonchalantly.
"But it may not be the glorious meeting you desire."
He had to meet her.
If just for a second.
He had to once again feel her presence.
Her existence.
'I must see Anck-su-namun!'
I didn't matter about anything else.
He could never forget her.
Where was she?
Could he see her once more?
Yes.
He knew he would.
"I will help you go back to the land of the living." The voice said.
Who was the voice?
Why would it help him?
"But it will not be till 3000 years when you will be risen. The language of your people will be forgotten. Then recovered once more. And by reciting from the Book of the Dead, you will once again walk the earth."
The earth?
He remembered it.
It was not darkness like here.
He wanted to go back to earth.
Not stay here.
He couldn't remember everything about this 'earth.'
But he knew it was much more complicated and favorable than this place.
What was this place?
"For you dear Imhotep, 3000 years will pass as a second. You will not remember the time passed."
3000 years?
How long was that?
But it didn't matter.
He would once again be with Anck-su-namun.
"I must warn you priest. This is the only chance to reunite on earth with Anck-su-namun. Others will try and stop you. The pharaoh's rage is great."
What was the voice talking about?
"Even after 3000 years the pharaoh will not forget, because like you, the time will pass as only a second does."
The pharaoh?
But he was dead.
Was he here?
But he felt no one but himself.
He didn't care about the pharaoh.
He cared about Anck-su-namun.
His only thought and purpose was her.
He could never forget her.
Never.
"I guess you do not care or understand my warnings." The voice sighed.
"You will only understand them when it is too late. I could predict that fate has already decided that you are lost. You will not succeed in reuniting with your soul mate. Do you still wish to join the living even though you may be destined to fail?"
Fail!
He would not fail.
I was his destiny to succeed!
To be with Anck-su-namun.
No one would stop him.
Not the pharaoh.
Not even the Med-Jai.
Not even the very gods he had worshiped.
He knew this much to be true:
Anck-su-namun and he would be together.
Forever.
But where was she?
How could he find her.
"I will give you one chance to go back into the land of the living." The dark voice said.
Yes.
That is how he would find her.
He would resurrect his beloved in the land of the living.
"Are you ready?" The voice asked.
He knew he had been ready since the time he had come here.
Whenever that had been.
And what was this place?
It didn't matter anyway.
Soon he would join with Anck-su-namun once more.
And no one would stop him this time.
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Three thousand years passed in a single second and Imhotep heard the sounds of "Ya tu aa! Ya tu aa! Ya tu aa!" and was immediately drawn back into the land of the living. He knew what he must do.
"Anck-su-namun." Was the first word out of his mouth.
"Soon we shall be together . . . "
And he forgot everything that had happened in the dark existence. He only knew this existence and Anck-su-namun . . .
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You got questions? I don't have the answers. I leave it up to you to decide where he is and who the voice is. Believe it or not there are more chapters to this thing. I think this is a very original idea. I never read anyone else write something similar.
The next chapter will be existing in your computer in a short amount of time. (Don't worry it will only be a second.) Actually I don't know when it will be. I'll have to write it soon. What an adventure! Such excitement. I get chills just reading this! Brrr . . . .
Review please and tell me if it is worthy or not to be posted on this site. Sorry about any misspelling. I truly tried this time to spell everything correctly.
Nobody ever talks about what Imhotep goes through when he is not walking the earth . . .
Note: I do not know much about Egyptian Mythology and never even knew The Mummy and The Mummy Returns used any historical fact. There were Books of the Dead as I found, charms written on Papyrus. And a guy named Imhotep may have actually existed. But I just quickly glanced through the encyclopedia not really looking for anything specific. If my story conflicts with the views and beliefs of Ancient Egyptians I am sorry. So correct me if you must, but other than that I hope you enjoy my story. I've succeeded in writing more humorous writings so why not try a more serious attitude . . .
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The last thing he remembered was pain . . .
Now he felt nothing.
It was just darkness.
Could the pain have been that bad?
He had even forgotten who he had endured the pain for in that brief second.
Anck-su-namun.
He had been put through the worst torture the Med-Jai knew about.
He had been cursed not just in one life, but the next.
The Hom-Dai.
But was this the next life?
It was just darkness.
He felt that he existed.
He looked upon his previous life in the third person.
He had risked everything for a woman?
But they would be together, he believed.
But when?
The Med-Jai had interrupted the ceremony that would bring her back from the dead.
"Imhotep." A dark chilling voice called to him from the darkness.
Was that his name?
Yes.
Some reason it was so hard to remember.
"Would you betray the pharaoh over a woman?" The dark and evil voice asked him out of the darkness.
Who was this voice?
A god?
A demon?
Spirit?
He died for Anck-su-namun.
That much he knew.
He had loved her beyond life itself.
That much he knew.
But did he still love her?
"The pharaoh never suspected anything, you know. He told me you had been his most trusted advisor. He was a little suspicious of Anck-su-namun, but never you . . ."
'Who are you?' Imhotep wanted to ask but wasn't sure if he ever did.
He didn't know if he could communicate in this place.
'Where am I?'
Was it purgatory?
The Kingdom of the Dead?
Would his heart be measured for bad deeds?
But he wasn't supposed to be dead.
He had suffered the Hom-Dai.
He would exist till the end of the world as one of the undead.
But that made it possible to once again be with Anck-su-namun.
But where was she?
How could he find her?
Would he go back to the land of the living one day?
"You foolish humans with you thoughts on love and revenge." The voice taunted.
"The poor pharaoh was the one who wanted you cursed with the Hom-Dai. He told the Med-Jai to do so. Even in death the pharaoh has his command. He told them of your plans to resurrect Anck-su-namun."
What was this voice talking about?
The Med-Jai?
Yes.
He had wondered how they knew of the ceremony in Hamunaptra.
Somehow they had come at the exact time Anck-su-namun was almost completely revived from the dead.
He was about to perform the sacrifice when they had rushed in.
Anck-su-namun's soul that had entered her body, had once again gone to the land of the dead.
Was this the land of the dead?
Was she here?
But he couldn't die.
Death meant nothing.
He would live again to be with his love, right?
'I will be with Anck-su-namun once again!' He yelled and knew this much to be true.
But how?
When?
"Anck-su-namun?" The voice questioned.
"You say you love her, but does she love you?"
'Yes.' he answered confidently.
"You sound so certain. Your soul can tell no lies, but neither can Anck-su-namun's."
Anck-su-namun!
'Is she here?'
But Imhotep felt no other existence besides himself and the voice taunting him.
Who was the voice?
He couldn't tell.
Was it evil?
Was it himself?
He couldn't tell.
Everything was so confusing.
He couldn't hold a thought for more than a second.
He felt that he existed.
Was he only a soul wondering in this unknown space?
Did he have no body for his soul to return to?
Was this where humans go when they die?
Or just him, because he had been tortured by the Hom-Dai?
No one else had ever been tortured by the Hom-Dai.
Is that why he was the only existence here?
"You will meet with Anck-su-namun, again." The voice stated nonchalantly.
"But it may not be the glorious meeting you desire."
He had to meet her.
If just for a second.
He had to once again feel her presence.
Her existence.
'I must see Anck-su-namun!'
I didn't matter about anything else.
He could never forget her.
Where was she?
Could he see her once more?
Yes.
He knew he would.
"I will help you go back to the land of the living." The voice said.
Who was the voice?
Why would it help him?
"But it will not be till 3000 years when you will be risen. The language of your people will be forgotten. Then recovered once more. And by reciting from the Book of the Dead, you will once again walk the earth."
The earth?
He remembered it.
It was not darkness like here.
He wanted to go back to earth.
Not stay here.
He couldn't remember everything about this 'earth.'
But he knew it was much more complicated and favorable than this place.
What was this place?
"For you dear Imhotep, 3000 years will pass as a second. You will not remember the time passed."
3000 years?
How long was that?
But it didn't matter.
He would once again be with Anck-su-namun.
"I must warn you priest. This is the only chance to reunite on earth with Anck-su-namun. Others will try and stop you. The pharaoh's rage is great."
What was the voice talking about?
"Even after 3000 years the pharaoh will not forget, because like you, the time will pass as only a second does."
The pharaoh?
But he was dead.
Was he here?
But he felt no one but himself.
He didn't care about the pharaoh.
He cared about Anck-su-namun.
His only thought and purpose was her.
He could never forget her.
Never.
"I guess you do not care or understand my warnings." The voice sighed.
"You will only understand them when it is too late. I could predict that fate has already decided that you are lost. You will not succeed in reuniting with your soul mate. Do you still wish to join the living even though you may be destined to fail?"
Fail!
He would not fail.
I was his destiny to succeed!
To be with Anck-su-namun.
No one would stop him.
Not the pharaoh.
Not even the Med-Jai.
Not even the very gods he had worshiped.
He knew this much to be true:
Anck-su-namun and he would be together.
Forever.
But where was she?
How could he find her.
"I will give you one chance to go back into the land of the living." The dark voice said.
Yes.
That is how he would find her.
He would resurrect his beloved in the land of the living.
"Are you ready?" The voice asked.
He knew he had been ready since the time he had come here.
Whenever that had been.
And what was this place?
It didn't matter anyway.
Soon he would join with Anck-su-namun once more.
And no one would stop him this time.
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Three thousand years passed in a single second and Imhotep heard the sounds of "Ya tu aa! Ya tu aa! Ya tu aa!" and was immediately drawn back into the land of the living. He knew what he must do.
"Anck-su-namun." Was the first word out of his mouth.
"Soon we shall be together . . . "
And he forgot everything that had happened in the dark existence. He only knew this existence and Anck-su-namun . . .
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You got questions? I don't have the answers. I leave it up to you to decide where he is and who the voice is. Believe it or not there are more chapters to this thing. I think this is a very original idea. I never read anyone else write something similar.
The next chapter will be existing in your computer in a short amount of time. (Don't worry it will only be a second.) Actually I don't know when it will be. I'll have to write it soon. What an adventure! Such excitement. I get chills just reading this! Brrr . . . .
Review please and tell me if it is worthy or not to be posted on this site. Sorry about any misspelling. I truly tried this time to spell everything correctly.