I don't own any of the tutenstain characters. I only own my own.
Warning: Violent content, sexual themes, language, death, age difference, etc
'Thoughts.'
"Talking."
A/N: Anything that's mentioned throughout this story about Egyptian life and how they lived will probably be made up by me, I don't think I have the time to twist both truth and fiction together. And please excuse any of the moments in the museum, I haven't been in enough of them to actually know what actually happens.
P.S: In Egyptian times, it was custom to marry your siblings but there isn't any incest or anything in this story.
Prologue:
"Enough of this!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he glared daggers into her head, "I will not discuss this with you again dear sister!" He turned his back on her as he tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths.
She frowned harshly as she watched him, "Dear brother, it is tradition that have been past on from generations. As pharaoh of this great land you must uphold tradition and marry me." She spoke calmly as she continued to stare at his back.
Tutankhansetamun frowned harshly as he shook his head, clear not amused, "I am pharaoh, my will is the will of the gods." He turned his head and looked at Akner, "I will not marry you, Akner. That is my final decision." He growled loudly as he turned and looked at her, "I will not make the same mistake that father made during his life time dear sister. Neither you nor mother will get in my way . . . or you both will stand to be taken down from my path."
Akner looked at him, shocked at his cold hearted comment, "Why? . . . . Why would you say such a thing?" She looked into his cold eyes and shrank back in fear.
She could always remember those emotionless eyes, even when they were children. She wished she could have been a better bigger sister to her only younger brother if she had known he would of ended up turning into the very person that was standing in front of her.
"You ask me why I would say such a thing." He laughed with no humor in his voice, "Akner, do not ever bring up the subject of marriage ever again." He suddenly stopped laughing and gave her that look that felt colder then ice, "Do what you did when I was just a child and leave me to my own."
She winced at the bite of that comment and felt guilt wash over her like cold water and nodded her head as she bowed, "Yes your highness." She spoke softly as she stepped back towards the doorway with her head still bowed until she left completely.
He sighed as he leaned his head down slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose in an annoyance, knowing that this conversation would never be over until he willing picked his bride. He flopped down onto his elegance low bed, the soft fur of animal skin decorating it with such beautiful dark colors and the pillars that stood on each side of the bed held a see through soft black material that cover the sides, hiding the pharaoh and his bed. He laid his head down on his tan pillow made of fur and sighed more deeply this time.
He couldn't stand the thought of marriage. To his sister, to some women his mother would pick for him or any women in fact. He felt that even in his own cambers he wouldn't be safe. With the struggle for power creating a war between his power hungry family, he really didn't need to be stabbed in the back by the one person who was supposed to be watching it. He shook his head as he covered his face with his arm.
"This is getting out of control . . . I am the proud pharaoh of Egypt," He mumbled, "I will not be defeated by anyone."
"Your highness?" One of his servants called for his attention, his entire being bowing on the floor, his face not visible as he spoke.
"Speak." Tutankhansetamun grumbled out his reply.
"One of the priestess . . . the high priestess was found by the river this morning," The lowly started, waiting for a response before he continued, "One of the farmers found her in the river, looking lost and speaking . . . weirdly."
Tutankhansetamun sat up, looking at the lowly sevant on the floor with his head bowed, "What nonsense are you speaking?" He spoke slowly, "Why should such news be of importance to me?"
The servant did not once look up as he continued to speak. "Your highness, the priestess is of great importance. She is the one out of all the others has the favor of the gods," He paused slightly, "Thus the only one with true power. Have you forgotten, your highness? You have earned her favor out of all your siblings."
He frowned as he listened, "You mean she was found at the river . . . which one?"
"The Nile River, your highness."
He quickly stood up from his place on his bed, "Where is she now?!"
The servant shuddered at the raise of his voice, "At her cambers, sire. We had trouble bring her with us, she . . . seemed not to . . . . have the right mind."
Tutankhansetamun didn't wait for the servant to finish his sentence as he walked past him and towards the door way, "Return to your duties," He turned slightly, "Tell no one of this." He turned back around and walked away.
"As you wish, sire." The servant called after him.
He frowned as he walked towards the hallway of his dwelling, 'How could this have happened?' He turned a sharp corner, his eyes narrowed as he continued to walk, paying no attention to all the servant and guards that bowed down to him in respect, 'how could the strongest defense against my family be effected by their earthy deeds? She would not stand for treason. Have they figure out that without her, they could be that much closer to grabbing the thrown? . . . No I will not allow her to die.'
He couldn't let her die, not now. Not when he was valuable.
He walked towards the entrance of his dwelling, gesturing the servant at the front of bring along the cartherage that was pulled along by horses. He felt in the rush to reach her dwelling, to be quick before word get out that she has been weakened.
He quickly climbed in, telling the handler of the cartherage where to go and to make hast.
"As you wish, your highness."
She breathed quickly as she looked around her, turning her whole body around and around as she took in her surroundings, 'This is a dream, isn't it? . . . . Everything seems so real.'
She finally stopped spinning, feeling a little bit dizzy as she turned her attention towards a group of men, wearing wrap around skirts that were belted around the waist, with dirt on their faces and looks of concern as they watched her.
"Her high priestess . . . are you feeling ill?" One of them stepped up towards her cautiously, keeping his shoulders hunched over and his head slightly down as he kept his distance from her.
She tilted her head, "Her high priestess?" She turned her head around from side to side, looking around the beautiful palace like place, "You mean . . . me?" She pointed to herself as she turned to look back at him.
He flinched as he suddenly fell to his knees and bowed his head lower, "Forgive me her high priestess! Punish me for my disrespect of her high priestess title!"
She flinched back slightly, clearly disturbed by the sudden turn of events, "What? Uhh, hey, calm down okay? I'm not going to hurt you." She slowly spoke, seeing the other men crumble to their knees and bow down, pleading for forgiveness.
She panicked slightly as she backed up slightly, watching them beg for forgiveness from her, "Okay, enough! I'm not going to hurt you!" She yelled over their voices, only to be startled when they suddenly stopped talking all at once and silents filled the air between them.
"Her high priestess forgives us lowly servants?" A younger looking one on the left side of her spoke in a timid manner as he kept his head bowed.
She sighed as she nodded, "Yes . . . her high priestess forgives you all."
"Will her high priestess allow her lowly servants to dress her in a dry garment?" The young one asked.
She sighed, looking back at how much she struggled with them in the beginning, refusing them to even touch her after they had pulled her away from the Nile River. She felt bad, slapping that young maid looking girl that obviously wanted her in warm, dry clothes oppose to the wet ones she was wearing right now.
She looked down at herself, seeing that she was wearing a beautifully decorated strapless sheath dress that reached down towards her ankle. She would have admired the way it hugged her body in the right way if not for the fact that she was dripping wet from the river and shivering slightly, feeling kinda cold.
"You'll give me a change of clothes?" She asked, "I don't have any money to give you though."
They turned their head to look at each other slightly from their bowed position but made no move to move from their position.
"Her high priestess," One of the older looking one gained her attention, "I'm afraid I do not know what money is but I assure you that everything here belong to you, her high priestess, and" He spoke in a calm but gentle way, "As also in owning us."
Her eyes widen as she let all that he said sink into her mind, 'Oh gosh, this dream is so . . . werid, please let me wake up . . . please, please.'
She laughed nervously as she rubbed at her arm, "Then . . . okay," She sighed, "Dress me with dry clothes."
One of them slowly stood up, walking towards her, keeping his shoulders hunched as he gestured for her to follow him without making a move to touch her or get into her personal space, "This way, her high priestess."
She frowned as she walked after him, "Why do you keep calling me that? My name isn't high priestess, its Cleo." She looked around, taking in the design of where they were walking.
The older servant trembled, "Many pardons her high priestess," His lowered a bit as he continued walking, pacing his steps even so Cleo would be able to walk at her own pace, "But I lowly servant as myself can not be allowed to address her priestess with such formality." He turned towards her, his eyes on the ground, "Unless her priestess wishes for this lowly for it to happen."
She frowned a little more, "No . . . no . . . of course not."
He nodded his head as he suddenly stopped in front of a door, bowing a bit more as he pushed the door with his fingers, not looking into the room, "Her high priestess seemed to have forgotten but this is her priestess sleeping camber." He backed away from her a bit more as he gestured for her to walk inside.
She nodded slightly as she walked into the room, staring in awe at all the dark colored designs in the room. She looked over the black colored chairs and over the low bed, with pillars at all the sides with a white slightly see through material, covering the white furry bed with matching pillows.
"Her high priestess?" A woman who looked to be in her thirty's waited by the doorway, looking at her curiously, "Does her high priestess wish to dress in dry clothing?" She asked, waiting for Cleo's answer.
Cleo looked at the women, "What's your name?" She had to finally ask, this whole dream thing was actually starting to scare the crap out of her.
The woman looked started by that question and quickly bowed her head, "I am called Edfu, her high priestess." She looked up again, "Would her high priestess like to dress now?"
Cleo nodded her head, "Yes, Edfu, that would be great."
Edfu waited by the door, staring at Cleo curiously. Cleo frowned as she started back at her, 'Did I miss something?'
"Will her high priestess invite me in?" She tilted her head slightly.
Cleo made an expression that said, 'oh' before she moved her mouth to invite her in, "Come in . . . "
She bowed her head as she walked in the room. For the first time Cleo noticed that she had dresses draped over her arm as she approached her, "Please, her high priestess, remove the soiled clothing."
Cleo blushed, hugging herself as she realized that Edfu wanted her to get naked in front of her, "Uhh, could you please turn around?"
Edfu looked at her, "Her high priestess, please do not be modest. I have seen her high priestess unclothed many times before," She bowed her head, "Her high needs not worry about how she appears. You are perfect."
Cleo knotted her eye brows together as she listened to her, "That's impossible. There is no way that you could have seen me naked. I don't even know you. You don't even know me. What is going on here? Why won't I wake up? This is a dream, right?!" Cleo panicked slightly as she grabbed at the sides of her head, her fingers finding dreadlocks that reached her ears.
Edfu clearly looked concerned, placing the dresses onto the back of one chair, "Her high priestess, please calm down-"
"I am not a high priestess! Stop calling me that! Stop whatever joke this is and let me go home! I've played along with this game and I want it to stop!" She gripped at her dreadlocks and pulled slightly, winching in pain at the harsh tug, gasping at the feeling of real pain coursing through her veins as she pulled at them again.
Edfu approached her, spreading her arms and fingers but keeping her distance as she tried to calm Cleo down, panicking as she watched Cleo pull at her hair in an effort to harm herself, "Please, her high priestess, discontinue that. Please of the love of this lowly servant, I beg of you to stop. If you wish to harm something please place thy punishment on to me!" She kneeled in front of her.
Cleo felt tears at the corner her coffee colored eyes, staring down at Edfu, kneeling in front her, "Oh gosh . . . this is real . . . this whole thing is real . . . " She pulled her fingers away from her hair, seeing that she could really feel pain and that this place that she thought was a fragment of her imagination is actually happening.
Edfu frowned slightly, "Of course, her high priestess," She easily agreed although she had no idea what Cleo was talking about, "Will her high priestess not resort to harming herself?" She timidly asked in real concern.
Cleo slowly nodded as a single tear fell down her cheek, she reached up and wiped it away, "I'll stop . . ."
Edfu smiled slightly as she slowly stood, watching Cleo as she walked backwards and grabbed the dresses gently and with grace, "Please, take the wet clothing off of her high priestess so that I may dress her."
Cleo hesitantly pealed the dress off slowly, pulling it off of her until she could step out of the wet clothing, looking down to notice that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She felt her cheeks heat up as she pulled off her leather sandals with her toes.
As Cleo undressed herself she didn't noticed that Edfu turned to grab a bowl of warm water and a soft clean cloth, "Her high priestess, this lowly servant will begin to wash the filth off of thy body."
Cleo stared at her with wide eyes, 'First she sees me naked, now she's asking me if she can clean me . . . things cannot get any crazier.' She shook her head, "I can clean myself-" She stopped mid-sentence as she noticed Edfu expression.
"It is a servant's job to serve those that own us." She explained slowly, "I am her high priestess loyal servant; I will do my duties that her high priestess has entrusted me to do . . . even if her high priestess mind is not at the right place at the moment." She smiled slightly as she walked towards Cleo, kneeling as she put the bowl of warm scented water in front of her, dipping the clean cloth into it, "I'm sure he high priestess will seen fight this illness and return to us once more."
Cleo shivered as the warm wet cloth was rubbed along her legs, up her navel and her chest, over her breast and her neck, down her arms and shoulders, up her butt towards her shoulder blades. Edfu used another cloth to drip the warm wet in and wiped her face clean, "Return? Illness?"
Edfu hummed softly as she focus on what she was doing, "Yes, the illness of the mind. Her high priestess seems to have forgotten many thing," She finished up by placing the cloths into the bowl, pushing it aside as she stood, grabbed a white silky flowly dress, pulling it up and helping Cleo in by doing most of the work, "We lowly servants are concerned for her high priestess," She let the dress go so it would drape down towards Cleo's ankles, "We wish for Her high priestess to get well . . ." She looked down sadly.
Cleo felt clean, letting the scent of fresh roses fill her nose. She felt warm and clearly feeling dry as the soft silk material of the strapless dress hugged her form. She didn't know what to say to such a comment. She couldn't well tell her that she has memories of cars, high building, running water, TV, radios, electric lighting, and most of cell phones. She couldn't tell her that maybe she was from a different time and that she had somehow appeared here.
Edfu walked towards a table at the far right, grabbing a tray filled with little bowl of colors in them with different sized brushes on the side, "Will her high priestess allow me to place markings upon her face?"
Cleo frowned, looking down at the tray, 'does that mean she wants to . . . put make up on me?' Cleo slowly nodded her head, watching as Edfu to a smaller brush, placing the tip lightly in the bowl with black.
"May her high priestess close her eyes?" She smiled slightly.
Cleo closed her eyes, feeling the brush going along her eyelashes, 'Eyeliner.' She felt another brush, larger than the last one, going over her lips getting every inch. 'Lipstick.'
Edfu placed the tray away, "Her high priestess is now ready." She bent down and cleaned away the mess, grabbing the wet dress from the floor with one hand as she grabbed the bowl of water with the other hand. She bowed down, "This servant has complete her duties, please call for me if there is anything her high priestess wish for." She walked towards the door backwards as she kept her head bowed, "Please rest, her high priestess." She said before she left, closing the door behind her.
Now Cleo was left alone, left to stew in her own thoughts, 'What am I going to do now? How am I going to get back? Can I get back? Can anyone one in this place help me?!' She mental screamed at herself. She didn't know what to do but she had to force herself to be thankful that she wasn't out in the desert or worst. She shuddered to herself as she wrapped her arms around herself, 'Yeah . . . its just my luck to be treated like royalty but how long can I play this out before they catch on . . . before I can find a way back home?' She looked towards the window, seeing the sun beat down on the rest of the palace-like place, 'I can pull this off. All I have to do is be the high priestess and I'll be okay until I can get back home.'
She frowned harshly as she tried to think back on how she even got her.
He was almost there at her dwelling place he would see it in a short distance. His leg continues to bounce as he watched his catherage get closer. He need to make it there before anything big happens. If his servant was telling the truth, that her mind is not in the right place then there might be hope to beat his siblings again and gain her favor like the first time.
He had no time to waste, 'Cleo, wait for me.'
A/N: Okay, here, I promised that I would rewrite this story and I'm actually a lot happier with this. And also please down get annoyed with how much "Her High Priestess" is said. I mean that's what I feel like servants would say in this type of situation. Tell me what you think.