Perry – Hey. It's been a kind of surreal day. I just needed to get away from it for a bit, so I decided to write, and as I needed to update 'Cursed' to the slightly altered and altogether better planned model, I decided to do that.
It's basically the same idea, just has more of a story behind it. And a better planned enemy, basically all round better work. I put more thought into it. I'm not the same disillusioned girl I was a year ago, a lot can change in a year. As a result the actual characters I was planning on putting into this story have changed. Some of their entire personalities have changed. They've become more 3D, which will hopefully result in a better story. Well, we can all hope.
Any review would be appreciated, I can take criticism as long as there's a reason for why and if you would please tell me any way to improve my writing it would be valued as I'm taking my English S.A.Ts this year and English is my weakest point so any help and I'll be very grateful.
One last thing, this prologue has been updated once more thanks to a e-mail I received from a 'Pam Gwaltney'. To whom I am very grateful to.
Disclaimer – As always, I do not own The Mummy Series, or anything else you might recognize in this story.
Cursed
Prologue
"Long before the creature, Chaim was a great scribe and advisor to the Pharaoh in Ancient Egypt."
The sun rays disappeared over the sands horizon dropping the lands into the cold, inky darkness of night. The time had come. The figure crept through the maze of streets with ease, sneaking through shadow after shadow, unseen and silent, her burden light on her back. Coming to a stop in front of a much larger house than where she had first started at. Slipping the woven basket off of her back she left it at the door and knocked. Then she was gone, her child abandoned.
"He was an incredibly clever, but very cruel man, wishing for nothing but power and riches, and doing all he could to gain that."
Light charged in through the open door, forcing the shadows to retreat into one corner. Within its hiding place it whispered and plotted with the young boy who craved the isolation that the darkness created, until finally he left it to go on to greater, much darker things.
"He was the second most powerful person in Egypt, but when the Pharaoh decided to marry Neb-Het, Chaim feared for his position."
His face was emotionless as always, professional, calm, cold. His eyes, however, were burning with resentment and anger, fiery flames that glowed golden, licking at the black of his eye. He turned, stalking out of the room angrily, a wave of terrified civilians in his wake.
"He plotted for Neb-Het's death, but at the last possible moment it went wrong. A servant, Nafre, betrayed Chaim, telling both the Pharaoh and Neb-Het of his plans."
The black robes billowed as the man walked into the area, his strides purposeful and aura terrible. Closing the doors behind him with a simple push of his hands as he stalked towards the occupants of the room, some of which were shaking in fear. It was not until he felt the sharp pain of a blow to the back of his neck that he realized there were others in the room, mainly the Med-Jai.
"Chaim was punished severely. He was imprisoned in a hidden chamber with neither food nor water, and with no hope of escape."
Chaim was pushed into the cell. It was only so long before he would run out of his limited water and food supply. Then he would be vanquished to the other world.
"With his last breath before he was sealed away, he cursed the Pharaoh, his wife and Nafre, as well as any living descendents, to death. Their worst fears to come alive and leave them for dead as he would be."
His screams and curses were muffled by the closing of the large stone door, it was not nearly enough to shut out the screams completely but then again the damage had been done now. The small woman next to the Pharaoh and his wife was pale, and the Pharaoh's wife did not look any better.
"Chaim's anger was heard by Seth, the God of Chaos. Seth promised Chaim the chance to have his revenge as long as Chaim promised his alliance to him. Chaim agreed."
The dry scrapping on the sand made him look up. Amber eyes met snake. He stepped towards it as, in turn, the crimson snake advanced on him. Finally they reached one another and he leant down to pick up the snake. It wound itself up his arm, reaching the mans neck, and it bit down. He stumbled back, knocking over his only source of light in the same motion, sending the room into blackness.
"Nafre was found dead, days after the deal was made, as was Neb-Het. However Nafre's son, Nasr survived."
The young boy was pulled behind the stronger older man, his large honey eyes wide and frightened and he was covered from head to toe in a mixture of sweat, blood and dirt. The blood probably belonging to the corpse that was laying in the sand not 5 feet in front of him. It was no question who was behind this.
"Many years passed, Nasr grew, he took his father's position as leader of the Med-Jais, he trained."
The young man grunted as he swung the sword again, and again, and again, and... Many of the people he commanded had lost interest in watching him train. He would repeat the maneuver until he had perfected it. His honey eyes glared at the sword as he dropped it from his hand, memories sweeping through his brain in mere seconds. He picked up the sword and continued with even more force.
"Chaim grew stronger too. He developed his own palace, his own rule. He became crueler still, but never older."
The black robed man sat regally in the large gold throne he had fashioned for himself looking over the ground of his large palace. A servant returned with a glass of water he had asked for minutes ago, an old man weak with age and trembling with fear. He smirked at the effect, just as he had all those years ago.
"When he deemed them ready, Nasr lead the Med-Jai's attacked Chaim's palace, fighting his armies until eventually Nasr engaged Chaim himself in battle."
The cries and shouts of the army as they charged into their war were terrific and terrifying, commoners screamed themselves as they ran with their children, a few of the more rebellious young men dared to join in with the charge.
"The details of the battle are long lost in time, even to the Med-Jais themselves, but the face-off between Nasr and Chaim. After a long and bloody battle, Nasr was weakened and weary, but Chaim appeared unaffected. Nasr told his army to retreat, fearing for their lives, and with no other choice, they obeyed."
The huge army of men shifted uneasily. They were forced to wait patiently until the final outcome, be it their leader or enemy. Chatter was scarce, and in the rare occasions someone started it, it was troubled and tense.
"The following moments were known only to Nasr and Chaim. But Nasr appeared to his army, the victor."
The young honey eyed leader appeared, battered and weary, but alive, and victorious. He gave a cry of victory, to which his army echoed, all apprehension forgotten.
"Chaim was sealed back in his prison, for he was not dead, just defeated, for his deal with Seth meant he could not die. He was chained to his cell, both in his spirit form and physical form and all records were destroyed."
Nasr departed from the cell, closing the large stone door on Chaim was more.
"It is over my friends. We shall protect this chamber above all, no one must know what lay here, for this man will cause pain to the Med-Jais like no other. But, it is over."
"That was supposed to be the last of it. But life is never that simple."
"Chaim's curse lives on in Nafre's descendants, the Med-Jai leaders, only now it has increased to affect the 12 tribes of the Med-Jai."
"And Chaim lays in wait for his chance to return and finish his curse. And he will try."
"Come what may…"