Ahkmenrah panted as he ran. He was in Egypt, his palace, but not his home.
Everything was in ruins. His mother and father were dead. Tears clouded his sight.
He was reliving his death!
He remembered the day clearly now. After his brother had killed one of their subjects, Mother and Father decided that he would never be King and passed it to Ahk.
The younger brother never forgot the look on his brother's face when they did.
Not being able to trust him, their parents banished Kahmunrah.
Later that night, Ahkmenrah had been restless and went to speak with his parents about ruling a kingdom, but once he got to their room, he saw that they were dead.
Stricken with grief, he fell to the floor and sobbed.
"NOOO!" He cried, tears streaming down his face.
"Hello, brother." Ahk whipped around and saw Kah smiling at him.
"You! You did this! You killed our parents!" Ahkmen growled as he grabbed his father's weapon hanging by the door and swung. But the weapon was heavier then Ahk thought and and barely caught Kah's neck.
Kah grunted as he felt the scratch. "Time to die." He growled as he lifted his own weapon and stabbed Ahkmen in shoulder.
The younger brother yelled pain as he dropped his sword and held his wound. Panicking, he raced out of the room, blood dripping from the gash.
Soon he came to the throne room, where he spent many nights watching the dances that were held there.
Hiding behind a pillar, Ahk panted. "Larry, Teddy, Sac...please." He begged. Suddenly there was a crack and the young Pharoah looked up just as a pillar came crashing down.
Ahk covered his face, but no pain came.
Confused his opened his eyes and found himself in his coffin, but something was wrong.
The walls were closing in. Ahk gasped as he put his hands to the walls, crying out as he tried to stop them from crushing him.
Just then, the coffin opened and Ahk looked to see Kah staring down.
Mustering his strength, Ahk delivered a powerfull punch, sending his brother backwards.
Ahk felt his body start to shake as he sobbed.
"Ahkmenrah!"
That voice. Ahk opened his eyes and saw Teddy looking at him, his nose bleeding and his eyes full of concern.
"T-Teddy?" He asked.
The President waisted no time taking the Pharoah into a hug.
"It's alright, son, it's alright. Everything's fine. I'm here." Teddy said.
Ahk cried as he grasped Teddy and hugged him, feeling safe at last.
Finally, Ahk sat back to face his friend.
"I-I hurt you." He said.
Teddy took his hand to his face and brought it back to see the blood. "Nothing I can't handle. Now what happened?"
Ahk, suddenly feeling very foolish, attempted to compose himself.
"It was nothing."
"It certainly must have been something. You nearly hit me with the stone lid."
"My apologies."
Teddy frowned as he studied the young Pharoah. "Ahkmenrah, you can tell me."
"It was just a bad dream." Ahk said.
"Why don't you tell me about it?"
Teddy said as he helped Ahk out of his sarcophagus.
Ahk was silent for a moment before he started from the beginning. As he talked, his voice grew louder and more furious. He eyes were red from tears.
Once he was finished, he slid onto the floor.
Teddy kneeled beside him. "My boy, I am so sorry you had to go through that, Kahmunrah sound like, as young Nick would say, a jerk. But you're safe here, with me, Sacajawea, all of us. No one can hurt you here, no one will, not so long as we're here."
Ahk managed a small smile. "Thank you, Teddy." He said.
"Now, I know for a fact that Nicky is attempting to teach the Huns soccer and it is quite a show."
"All right, but may we stop by Sacajawea's first?"
"Of course, why?"
"Because, your nose might be broken." Ahk replied, noticing the odd angle.
Teddy smiled. "Come on, son." He said as they stood.