Prologue
Disclaimer:
Although I wish I did, I do not own The Mummy, The Mummy Returns or any of its characters. They belong to the genius that is Stephen Sommers and Universal Studios.
I do own a few characters in this story but I'll just point that out when they arrive.
Now let's begin, shall we...
The warm, exotic night time breeze flowing through Cairo turned icy. The village's streets where silent & vacant, just like a ghost town.
The emptiness was disturbed by two strangers walking down one of the bare streets, towards a small sandstone house. No lights where on in the house, indicating its residents where asleep. The two figures stopped a few feet in front of the house, and looked it over.
Inside of the house, a sleeping woman lay in her bed. Her thin bed sheets loosely covered her, and her long hair framed her face. The tall, dark shadow from one of the visitors washed over the bed like a phantom. The women started to toss & turn, as if the presence of the caller was disturbing her deep, peaceful slumber. The shadow dissolved away into the room's darkness, and as it did, the sleeping beauty stopped struggling and lay motionless. The olive skin tone drained from her cheeks and her delicate breaths ceased.
Her body rested limp and lifeless on top of the mattress. She was dead.