Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own any of the characters from The Mummy or The Mummy Returns. They belong to Stephen Sommers and Universal Studios. Everyday at school, I can only afford those lousy school lunches, so obviously I'm not rich, which means that I make no money from these fics. I'm just a fan trying to pass school! Don't sue me! It's not worth the time or money!

Note: You're probably wondering why in the name of Kemet (Egypt) am I writing a new fic when I have two others to work on? Well, because nobody's reviewing! I have a really long Ch. For 'Return to Egypt', which I will upload soon, so review quickly or no chapter 15 which comes after 14, the long one. As for 'Curse of the Sphinx', until I get more reviews, I'll be leaving it. Come on, people! One review for three chapters?! I know you can do much better than that! Well, enjoy!

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Anck-su-Namun (Anck) paced her new chamber, near tears. She was waiting for one of Seti's goons (as she liked to call them) to tell her that her first day of "work" would begin. She had no idea why her parents sold her like this! It all happened so quickly! She was born into the harem without her own wishings. Her opinion didn't matter to Seti. 'I'm only thirteen!' she screamed inside her head. She was interrupted when a figure beckoned her.

"Anck-soon-yammin. Pharaoh requests your presence tonight."

She sighed, following him. 'So,' she thought, 'this is what the rest of your life will be! How wonderful!'

They arrived at a large golden door, which the Med-jai opened carelessly. "Enter," he commanded. Anck swallowed her pride and entered the lavish room. It was even more beautiful than the outside! The Med-jai slammed the door once she was inside. After what seemed like an eternity, a man spoke.

"You are my new concubine?" Seti asked, admiring her body.

She stumbled over words and finally found enough strength to answer. "Yes, my lord, I am."

"Good….I feel you will serve me well," he replied, gazing over her entire body. Anck wanted so badly to slap him and run, but she knew that she was now at his mercy. Then, she noticed he was expecting an answer.

"I am sorry, my lord. I did not know you expected me to answer." She kept her gaze on the ground, afraid that if she looked at him she would burst into tears and then kill him. "Yes, I am…I am…at your mercy," she replied reluctantly, the tears gathering in her eyes just to hear herself say those words. Those terrible words.

"Good. Now come. Serve me."

She sauntered over to his bed, her legs feeling as if they were made of lead.

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She had just finished her bath and although she was physically clean, she still felt dirty. She couldn't rid herself of the feelings of his hands touching her, and she shuddered.

"What is wrong?" asked the maid who was repainting her body.

"Nothing," she shook her head, feigning a smile and pretending to be happy.

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She was back in her chamber. She noticed a balcony and was more than tempted to jump. She fought back the urge. 'No, it won't make any difference. He'll just move onto another whore and I'll be just another dead fly on his precious wall. He only wants my body, not me. I must fight. I must be strong.' She settled into bed and fell into a restless sleep.

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"Father! How can you do this? It's been only two years!" demanded twelve-year-old Nefertiri.

"Nefertiri, daughter. Why must you find something wrong with one of my rights?" he questioned casually.

"Rights?! Rights?!" she yelled, storming out of his room, down the hall, and into hers. 'He's bought another whore! Doesn't he already have like two-hundred?!' she thought, steam coming from her ears. She also settled down into a restless sleep, nightmares haunting her every moment of the night. Nightmares that she didn't know would ever happen.

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The next day, Anck woke with a start. She had dreamt that whole night was just a nightmare and she was with her family for a monotonous day. She assumed it was a memory, but she didn't remember anything before she was four years old. So Seti told her that her parents sold her when she was younger. "Stop wishing," she told herself aloud. "Wishing does naught. It only makes you even more upset and longing for something you can no longer have."

Nefertiri walked in to see this wonderful new "concubine", as her father called it. "Hello," she greeted.

Anck looked up, startled. "Hello. What are you doing here?"

Nefertiri felt even more upset: this girl was HER age! Maybe a year or so older, but that still didn't compare at all with her father's 35 years! "Hi. You are the new 'concubine'?"

Anck buried her face in her hands immediately.

"I take it as a yes." Nefertiri answered her own question.

"What is it that you want?" she demanded, still embarrassed from the previous night, and the princess speaking to her felt like the gods' personal way of mocking her.

"Well…I just wanted to say hello." Nefertiri was gone almost as soon as she had come, but Anck felt anger towards herself and a hole in her heart. She had never had any friends, and now was the perfect time to make one, but she had pushed her away.

She ran down to the gardens where the other concubines socialized-or should I say, didn't socialize. She looked around at the somber faces and thought, 'Oh, that's just GREAT!! Am I ever going to get any friends around here?'

She walked over to a spot where there were lotuses galore-her favorite flower. She sat in the shade of a tree, watching a stream run down a rock in an everlasting waterfall. "I hate my life!" she mumbled angrily.

"Why's that?"

Anck looked up and saw that it was Nefertiri. "Princess, I would gladly trade lives with you any day."

"Why?"

"How would you like to be a palace…whore? To give yourself to a pompous-" she stopped mid-sentence when she remembered who she was speaking to and who's court she was in. A Med-jai could easily burst through, hear her, and murder her on the spot for treason. Or Nefertiri could tell…or maybe there's a spy somewhere.

"I understand. Is it not your wish to serve my father?"

"What are you trying to make me say?!" Anck bolted upright.

"Just trying to make friends. Here around the palace, everyone is nice to me only because of who my father is. Nobody knows ME. You seem like you would be a good friend, not just somebody who will tell me what I want to hear just because I'm the princess."

She sat back down and Anck told her all about her life and how she had been sold into his harem. Nefertiri listened attentively and shared some of her life. "And there I was, three years old, standing on top of the figs at the banquet while everyone was trying to eat!" They giggled until a Med-jai came and announced that Seti had called for Anck's "presence" in his chamber tonight.