Disclaimer; I don't own the plot of The Mummy, or any of its characters. I'd like to thank the library for it's wonderful number of books of Egyptian Mythology. Mythology in general has been a passion of mine for a long time now, only since me recent studies of Egypt have I grown to love the culture and its legends, which, of course, prompted me to write this. Kudos to all scholars of mythology. You have my undying respect and gratitude.

Author Note: Sekhet O'Connell was born too late for the adventures with Ihmoteph. And she was taken from Egypt--her birthplace--when she was far too young to remember much about it. She often felt a strange pull towards the land she hadn't seen in 16 years so when she gets the chance to go back, she jumps at it. Thus results in an adventure worthy of the daughter of the O'Connells as she meets a mysterious Irish archeologist, a intrepid, and totally unprincipled, Egyptian thief, and a homely, but extremely intelligent professor of Egyptian Mythology, on the quest to fulfill a thousand year old destiny. Tis my first Mummy story, but I am in love with Egyptian mythology so I simply had to write this! I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Chapter One: Of a Calling and My Irish Knight-in-Shining-Armor

According to my mother, it eccentric to write my memoirs. But I suppose I could argue that I am a bit eccentric. You see, I am Sekhet O'Connell, daughter of Rick and Evelyn O'Connell, who have saved the world from utter destruction more times than they can remember. I never got to save the world with them. Alex did, but I was born when Alex was ten. By that time, they had finally settled down to live normal lives. Lots of people wonder where I get my name. Why do I, while all my other family members have normal names, get an Egyptian name? The thing is, I have no idea why. Mum and Dad won't tell me. Alex is also very tight-lipped about it to. I suspect he had something to do with up, but it's only my suspicion. Where was I? I often ramble. Oh, yes, my memoirs. I guess the best place to start is why and where it all began. You see, I didn't want to be an archeologist, I wanted to be an adventurer. Mum absolutely hated that. She claimed that eighteen year old girl had better things to do in life than trot around the desert looking for trouble. After all, trouble always found the O'Connells...it was just a matter of when. And where exactly was I before this all started? Well I was born in Cairo, Egypt. But we moved to the England when I was just a little girl. I always felt my heart belonged in Egypt, even though I didn't want to study the place, I just wanted...just had to be there. So following my eighteenth birthday, I made plans to go. However, money was a bit of a problem. It was out of the question to ask Mum and Dad, so I went to Alex, because after all, what good is having a 27 year old, unmarried brother, if you can't ask him for favors? My brother was currently at Oxford. He was the one my parents were so proud of. His passion was Egyptian mythology. And with all the smart ass he was, I was immensely fond of him. So I went to the university and asked for Alex O'Connell and waited in the sitting room. I waited for hours with the stares of the students and faculty following me if I ventured from my chair. Even to use the water closet! Finally I heard the strange half-limp of Alex. When he was younger, he'd tried to jump off our house, the result was a badly broken leg. He didn't tell anyone about it and stayed locked in his room until dad broke down the door. The doctors set the break, but he still had the limp. "Alex!" I cried, flinging all 125 lbs. of myself into his arms.

"Hullo ol' mum! How has my Egyptian goddess been doing lately?"

Sekhet was an Egyptian goddess...the goddess of plagues and destruction to be exact! I often wondered if that's the reason they named me it. Maybe I'll never know.

"I'm doing quite well. I finished my schooling already. Mum is disappointed that I don't want to go to a university."

"She would be." he said with a wry grin as he led me outside and to a bench. "So, what brings you to these hallowed halls?"

I smirked. "Hallowed halls? Oxford is turning you into a regular smart ass."

"Such language, baby sister! You're evading my question."

"No, just skirting around it." I grinned. "Okay...um..." I paused, wondering how to go about it.

"I can tell by your eyes that you want something and you need my help to go about getting it." he said, reading my mind...it was scary how he could do that!

"Yes...I need...money."

"Money? Whatever for? Doesn't our family have enough of it? Or has Uncle Jonathan gambled it all away?"

I smiled slightly. "Oh, we still have enough. But...mum and dad won't give me any."

He looked at my face closely. "Why do you need it?"

I frowned. I would have to tell him sooner or later. "I want to go to Egypt!" I said quickly and a bit loudly, some of the studying students glared at me.

Alex grinned and began to laugh. "Whatever is so humorous?" I questioned dryly.

"You!" he said with another laugh. "With all mum's complaining about you not following the family's love of Egypt and you want to go to Egypt now! She'll be flabbergasted!"

"I've wanted to go to Egypt for nearly forever now! And no, she won't like it because she won't like the reason I have for wanting to go."

"So, why do you want to go?"

"I don't know...I just feel like I have to go. Like I...I don't know, like I belong there." I sighed. "You remember being in Egypt, I don't. I was too young when we left."

Alex looked thoughtful for a moment. "Yes, I do remember Egypt..." he began softly, a far cry from his loud laughs of earlier. "So you want to see it again. What harm could it do? Of course, you're right, mum and dad would never let you go. Not after..." he stopped, his eyes were glazed over as if he was visiting some long forgotten memory...he probably was.

"Will you help me?" I asked anxiously.

I was so close to my dream that my stomach began doing somersaults as I watched his face for some look of agreement. "Alex?" I whispered.

He glanced up sharply. "Oh! Oh, sorry. Well, I don't see why not. You do know, of course, that even though you are eighteen, it's not good for a woman to travel alone."

I frowned and bit my lip. I hadn't thought of that. "I'll make you a deal." he continued. "If I help you with the expenses, you'll let me accompany you."

My heart leapt! I hugged him fiercely. "It would be wonderful to have you along." I said sincerely.

Alex grimaced. "Well," he said in a bit of a strained voice, "don't choke me before we go!"

I released him from my choke hold hug and we both laughed and began planning.

So two weeks later, I had almost everything together. Alex had gone to mum and dad and told them of our plans. As expected, they weren't pleased. Mum was furious. It's hard to picture my mum as furious. She's so tiny and unimpressive...a far cry from me. I'm not tiny, of course, I'm not big either. But I am rather tall for a woman. She looks sweet and refined with her long curly hair. I look boyish and gruff, with my short wavy hair. I insist on wearing it short only because mum wanted me to wear it long. It was my rebellious streak. I do, however, wear dresses for her. So I'm not altogether a rebel. Anyways, mum was terribly angry with our leaving, she didn't talk to me the entire two weeks. Dad tried to convince me that it was dangerous to go to Egypt alone. I protested saying that I wasn't going alone, I was going with Alex and he was more than qualified to take care of me. Dad admitted that while Alex could take excellent care of me that it was still to dangerous. I shrugged, not really seeing his argument and I hurried off to continue packing. The day before we were scheduled to leave, Alex dropped a terrible bombshell on me. He was bringing is scholarly friend, Giles, along. Giles Creighton. I'd met him once before when Alex brought him to dinner. He was a homely young man. Impossibly thin and pale. He had the largest spectacles I'd ever seen and an annoyingly quiet disposition. He was Alex's roommate and he studied Egyptian Mythology with Alex. What Alex saw in him, I'll never know, but Giles annoyed me to no end. He was forever staring at me. It unnerved me. When I was thirteen, I went up to him and to his face I told him that it was very rude to stare at people. He had blushed a beet red and apologized profusely. It was the first time I'd ever heard him say more than three words in one sentence. Alex had found out and made me apologize for being so rude. My pride still stung when I thought of it. Whatever the case, Giles was coming with us and Alex would take no argument. Either Giles came along, or we didn't go. I promised myself never to strike a deal with Alex again.

The morning the boat left, I was overseeing the carrying of my bags down to the automobile. Mum and dad had not come down to say goodbye yet and in truth, I really didn't care if they said goodbye or not. I might have rathered that they didn't, for I knew they'd try one last time to convince me not to go. As I was adjusting my travel suit, they ran out. Mum was crying and hugging me and wishing me a safe journey. Dad just gave me a sad sort of smile and slipped something into my hand and closed my fingers around it. "You might need it later." he whispered, then aloud, he added, "Take care kid."

I dropped the thing in my bag and off I went to meet Giles and Alex at the docks.

Upon arriving, I stepped out to find the docks flooded with people. I studied the crowd with searching green eyes, hoping that my trip had not ended before it had started. Suddenly I saw my brother's blond head above the crowd. I thanked the lord that Alex was tall and hurried for the bobbing blond head. "Alex!" I called.

The farther I got into the crowd, the more I realized how immense it was. I was jostled about and I clung to my shoulder pack for fear of it falling off and getting lost. "Alex!" I called again, but my voice was lost in the thrum of a million other voices.

Suddenly, the head turned. I tried to jump, throwing my hands above my head. I dropped my pack in the process and when I bent to pick it up I was knocked to my knees. Cold stone met unpadded knees rather roughly. I cried out in pain. "Alex!" I tried calling again as I tried to stand.

The crowd was getting deeper and deeper, I was drowning in it. "Someone, please! Let me stand!" I ordered in a weak voice...and cringed at the sound of my voice.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. "It be looking to me as if ye might require some assistance." said a voice with a thick Irish brogue.

I grasped the hand and let the owner of the voice and hand, help me to my feet. "These crowds be taking some work to get through." said the voice again.

I glanced up to see the owner of the voice and I regret that my heart did a sort of flip. Why must I always be such a girl? The man was young, he looked just a few years older than myself. He had a shock of auburn hair was glowed like his head was on fire. He was tall, taller than me and that's saying something! But it was his eyes that drew me in. They were blue. Bright blue. So blue that they almost glowed. "Are ye looking for someone?" he asked, breaking off my thoughts.

"Yes." I replied. "My brother, Alex O'Connell." I glanced back at the crowd and I didn't see Alex's head anymore. "He's tall and has blond hair."

"There be lots o' tall lads with blond hair." he observed.

I despaired. "I know. I wish I had thought to have him pick me up, instead of meeting him here."

"Well then, lass, allow me to escort ye to the ship. I take it that's where ye's going?"

"Yes."

With that, he took my arm in his and broke through the crowd of people. My very own knight in shining armor with bright red hair. I was calling myself every class of fool as I dreamed my little romantic thoughts. Curse the Irish man!

We made it to the gangplank and the man led me to the captain and I told him my predicament. His solution was to wait in my room while he had his mates search out my brother. I thanked him profusely and the Irish man walked me to me room. "So, are you on this boat as well?"

"Aye." he said.

"You're headed for Egypt?"

"Right again."

"So is my party."

"And what would a lass like you have to do in Egypt?"

"Well, you see, I was born there, but left when I was very young. I've always wanted to go back."

"Ah, so a trip on the whim." he said sardonically.

I glanced up at him sharply. "Hardly! I've always felt like I needed to go."

"I see." he said.

"My name is Sekhet O'Connell, by the way." I said, hoping he'd divulge his own name.

"Owen." he said. "Owen Donovan. Well...it's not my real first name." he said with a grimace. "but it's a good deal better."

"What is your first name?"

He frowned. "Leachlainn. (pronounced LEHK-len)"

I grinned. "It's about as odd as Sekhet."

"Indeed. Sekhet was the Egyptian goddess of plagues and destruction, was she not?"

I nodded and we reached my room. "Well, Mr. Donovan. Thank you tremendously for your help. Perhaps we will meet again. Although this is a rather large boat."

Owen nodded. "Maybe."

A half an hour after Owen dropped me off at my room, Alex and Giles found me. Giles was a homely as ever...maybe more so. Although I never remembered his eyes being so green. Perhaps, because I never cared to look.