A/N: Hey! This is Venus, and this is my first Mummy fic, so my only
request is that you read and review, in fact, I beg you!! Please review, I
would like to know what everyone thinks. I would love some constructive
criticism.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Mummy or any of its characters. I only own Lily.. If I did, I would be a lot richer than I am. ^_^
Additional notes: You know the drill with quotations and everything, the only warning I have is maybe some slight OOCness, but nothing too bad. Also, I'm sorry, Fanfiction.net does tend to mess up any and all punctuation that I do, so I've tried to compensate for it but. yeah. Sorry about that. And so with that in mind.Let's begin. I hope you like it. AND REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!!!!
Tiger Lily By: Venus
Ardeth Bay flipped the pendent he was holding over and over, studying it though he was not looking at it. It was small, about a centimeter in diameter, and grubby silver. There was writing on it, but what it said he did not know. He was given the pendent when he was 13 years old, the day he became a man. the very same day he received his markings. It was to show that he was now betrothed, that he had a future wife.
When given the pendent, he scoffed it as though his twenty-first birthday would never come. Surely he would never grow to be that old? His 13 year old mind simply could not comprehend what exactly he had been given. But now, on the eve of his twenty-fifth birthday, he knew. It seemed he had avoided this day all of his life. During the past few years, including his twenty-first birthday, he had been with the O'Connell's, saving the world from the wretched curse of Imhotep, yet now, he had no excuse. He should have gone years ago to claim her, yet he did not. Did he not do it because he didn't want a wife? No, Ardeth shook his head; he wanted a wife. and children. So why then did he fear to now go and claim what was rightfully his? Was he scared? Well, yes, that he could not deny; but why, was a mystery to him.
He had seen the way Evelyn and Rick looked at each other, the love that their eyes held. He could not deny that he had been jealous. He wanted to be able to have a love as pure and sound as theirs, yet for some reason, he did not seek after it, even though he had a wife waiting for him so to speak.
Ardeth looked at the pendent in his hand and flipped it over once again. His father had told him that he would combine it to the necklace of his future wife. That they would become one, just as the two pieces of the necklace she wore would become one. Ardeth ran his fingers along the very small writings on the blackened silver surface. There was a bow, without an arrow, but he could tell what that was, and above that, what looked like a bundle of some sort of grain. Then below those two figures were six characters of some kind of writing. He did not know what it said, or even what language it was. The only thing he knew was that it went to the back of his betroths' necklace, and to find her in the second moon of the summer season following the map of Ram sis. (Sp?) (A/N: Sorry, I just made that up, I couldn't think of anything else.)
He tried to stifle a yawn as he tipped his head back and cracked his neck. It was quite obvious that he was the only one still awake in the entire camp. His candle was the only one burning and his suspicion that everyone was asleep was confirmed with the eerie silence that reigned over his thoughts. He had nothing to fear. she may reject him at first, but he hoped that she would grow to accept him. perhaps even love him. He said a silent prayer to the Gods as he blew out his candle and fell asleep, the pendent clutched tightly in his tattooed hand. He prayed that she would not hate him, and that she would help him lead his clan, as was his destiny to do.
"Ardeth! Are you awake?" Ardeth turned to his side to find a beautiful woman staring back at him. As she stood, she towered above him and nudged him in the side. She spoke again, but this time the words did not fit her mouth movement and she spoke with the deep voice of a man. "Ardeth! Wake up, we have to go!" Ardeth's eyebrows nit together.
Ardeth woke with a very perplexed look upon his face that made his comrade laugh. "What's the matter?" He taunted, "Not what you were expecting?"
Ardeth Smiled. "Not in the least." He answered, almost relieved that it was a dream.
The sun had just begun to rise over the horizon and shed its light upon the golden sands of the desert, making it seem as though it were a valley of gold. He could hear the sounds of the men getting ready to leave with him, and the women bustling around helping. They were all so good to their husbands. The Medjai (Sp?) would not have survived this long were it not for the wives of the men he led. Quickly, to cover up for his sleeping in, he got dressed and saddled up his horse. It was fortunate that he had prepared the night before. As he swung himself up onto his silver studded horse, a group of women made their way over to him.
"For your betrothed, when night falls." They stated handing up to him a sheer, black, head covering and shawl. The see through nature of it would allow her to breathe, while the black would cover her up from the cold wind, biting sand and overabundant bugs. Along the seam of it, they had lovingly sewed different pendants with Medjai writing upon each. (A/N: Kind of like Evelyn's in "The Mummy" except with writing on the silver things.) It was large enough, he thought, to cover her head and her whole body at least twice. Ardeth smiled a hesitant, yet hopeful smile. At least he knew his future wife would not be cold.
"Why ladies," Ardeth could not contain himself from asking, "Is it so big?"
His answer was not at all comforting, and not exactly what you would want to hear just before going to get your wife. "Well," they all giggled, hesitating to tell him. "We do not know how big your wife will be." They answered, some trying to cover up their giggles, while others did not even attempt to hide their rapacious laughter. Ardeth paled slightly. They did have a very valid point.
Ardeth cleared his throat. "Well, ladies, I thank you for your gift and I'm sure she will be grateful for it in the heat of the day, and the onset of night. I thank you." With that, he urged his horse to the front of the line of men and began the journey across the desert to retrieve his betrothed, late as he was.
Ardeth Bay shifted uncomfortably in his saddle. They had been riding all day and it was almost sundown. Reaching up, he removed the thick piece of black cloth that covered his mouth, the sand from inside the creases of it, pouring down back onto the earth from where it came. He rubbed his face and grimaced as he felt the dirt caked to his face, scratch his tan skin. Of course they had to ride through a sand storm. He turned in his saddle and motioned for the map-bearer to come up towards him. Whispering a few choice words to the man next to him, he climbed down from his horse, his legs aching with protest. "We will rest here until the moon is over our heads, then we will continue. We should be there before morning." He instructed while the map-bearer lifted the map towards the sky and began to write upon the map, the setting sun allowing some of the stars to show their light. The stars were their guide this night, along with the full moon, which had not yet shown itself.
Ardeth sighed as he lay down on the sand, the cold of night not yet robbing it of its heat. It was warm and comforting against his back, while the cool air of the desert caressed his face. He had not found relief from his nervous stomach all day, and it was only getting worse the nearer he came to getting his future wife, if she was not already claimed by someone else. Ardeth suddenly sat up, his heart thumping wildly against his chest. What if she had been claimed by someone else? He was four years late in coming to get her, so who was to say her father had not given her away to someone else? Ardeth cursed eloquently under his breath, and though his legs protested fiercely, he raced to his horse, shouting at everyone else to do the same. "The moon is nearly over our heads, we should get an early start!" He shouted, not even thinking about what he was shouting.
As they moved silently in the night, Ardeth could not help but continuously pray to the Gods. Please, let her still be there! He thought urgently in his mind. He wanted his wife. Sure he was frightened about their future, and nervous about simply taking her from her clan and home, but he still wanted her. He would not run from his fear. he would not run from his destiny. A call from farther ahead of him pulled him from his silent pleas to look to the source of the call. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts; he had not even noticed that the moon was nearly four hours from setting, and the glorious sun taking its place. Riding up to where the scout was motioning for him to come, Ardeth looked down a deep slope of rack and sand to see tents scattered about the ground, a few holding lights with in their warm interiors. This is it. Ardeth Bay thought while replacing the cloth over his mouth. I can no longer run away from what I am afraid of.
To be continued.
A/N: YAY!!! I was going to make it longer, but I would be a super long story so I decided to break it down into smaller parts. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! I really want to know what you think! At Least 5 reviews, ok?
Disclaimer: I don't own The Mummy or any of its characters. I only own Lily.. If I did, I would be a lot richer than I am. ^_^
Additional notes: You know the drill with quotations and everything, the only warning I have is maybe some slight OOCness, but nothing too bad. Also, I'm sorry, Fanfiction.net does tend to mess up any and all punctuation that I do, so I've tried to compensate for it but. yeah. Sorry about that. And so with that in mind.Let's begin. I hope you like it. AND REVIEW!!! PLEASE!!!!!
Tiger Lily By: Venus
Ardeth Bay flipped the pendent he was holding over and over, studying it though he was not looking at it. It was small, about a centimeter in diameter, and grubby silver. There was writing on it, but what it said he did not know. He was given the pendent when he was 13 years old, the day he became a man. the very same day he received his markings. It was to show that he was now betrothed, that he had a future wife.
When given the pendent, he scoffed it as though his twenty-first birthday would never come. Surely he would never grow to be that old? His 13 year old mind simply could not comprehend what exactly he had been given. But now, on the eve of his twenty-fifth birthday, he knew. It seemed he had avoided this day all of his life. During the past few years, including his twenty-first birthday, he had been with the O'Connell's, saving the world from the wretched curse of Imhotep, yet now, he had no excuse. He should have gone years ago to claim her, yet he did not. Did he not do it because he didn't want a wife? No, Ardeth shook his head; he wanted a wife. and children. So why then did he fear to now go and claim what was rightfully his? Was he scared? Well, yes, that he could not deny; but why, was a mystery to him.
He had seen the way Evelyn and Rick looked at each other, the love that their eyes held. He could not deny that he had been jealous. He wanted to be able to have a love as pure and sound as theirs, yet for some reason, he did not seek after it, even though he had a wife waiting for him so to speak.
Ardeth looked at the pendent in his hand and flipped it over once again. His father had told him that he would combine it to the necklace of his future wife. That they would become one, just as the two pieces of the necklace she wore would become one. Ardeth ran his fingers along the very small writings on the blackened silver surface. There was a bow, without an arrow, but he could tell what that was, and above that, what looked like a bundle of some sort of grain. Then below those two figures were six characters of some kind of writing. He did not know what it said, or even what language it was. The only thing he knew was that it went to the back of his betroths' necklace, and to find her in the second moon of the summer season following the map of Ram sis. (Sp?) (A/N: Sorry, I just made that up, I couldn't think of anything else.)
He tried to stifle a yawn as he tipped his head back and cracked his neck. It was quite obvious that he was the only one still awake in the entire camp. His candle was the only one burning and his suspicion that everyone was asleep was confirmed with the eerie silence that reigned over his thoughts. He had nothing to fear. she may reject him at first, but he hoped that she would grow to accept him. perhaps even love him. He said a silent prayer to the Gods as he blew out his candle and fell asleep, the pendent clutched tightly in his tattooed hand. He prayed that she would not hate him, and that she would help him lead his clan, as was his destiny to do.
"Ardeth! Are you awake?" Ardeth turned to his side to find a beautiful woman staring back at him. As she stood, she towered above him and nudged him in the side. She spoke again, but this time the words did not fit her mouth movement and she spoke with the deep voice of a man. "Ardeth! Wake up, we have to go!" Ardeth's eyebrows nit together.
Ardeth woke with a very perplexed look upon his face that made his comrade laugh. "What's the matter?" He taunted, "Not what you were expecting?"
Ardeth Smiled. "Not in the least." He answered, almost relieved that it was a dream.
The sun had just begun to rise over the horizon and shed its light upon the golden sands of the desert, making it seem as though it were a valley of gold. He could hear the sounds of the men getting ready to leave with him, and the women bustling around helping. They were all so good to their husbands. The Medjai (Sp?) would not have survived this long were it not for the wives of the men he led. Quickly, to cover up for his sleeping in, he got dressed and saddled up his horse. It was fortunate that he had prepared the night before. As he swung himself up onto his silver studded horse, a group of women made their way over to him.
"For your betrothed, when night falls." They stated handing up to him a sheer, black, head covering and shawl. The see through nature of it would allow her to breathe, while the black would cover her up from the cold wind, biting sand and overabundant bugs. Along the seam of it, they had lovingly sewed different pendants with Medjai writing upon each. (A/N: Kind of like Evelyn's in "The Mummy" except with writing on the silver things.) It was large enough, he thought, to cover her head and her whole body at least twice. Ardeth smiled a hesitant, yet hopeful smile. At least he knew his future wife would not be cold.
"Why ladies," Ardeth could not contain himself from asking, "Is it so big?"
His answer was not at all comforting, and not exactly what you would want to hear just before going to get your wife. "Well," they all giggled, hesitating to tell him. "We do not know how big your wife will be." They answered, some trying to cover up their giggles, while others did not even attempt to hide their rapacious laughter. Ardeth paled slightly. They did have a very valid point.
Ardeth cleared his throat. "Well, ladies, I thank you for your gift and I'm sure she will be grateful for it in the heat of the day, and the onset of night. I thank you." With that, he urged his horse to the front of the line of men and began the journey across the desert to retrieve his betrothed, late as he was.
Ardeth Bay shifted uncomfortably in his saddle. They had been riding all day and it was almost sundown. Reaching up, he removed the thick piece of black cloth that covered his mouth, the sand from inside the creases of it, pouring down back onto the earth from where it came. He rubbed his face and grimaced as he felt the dirt caked to his face, scratch his tan skin. Of course they had to ride through a sand storm. He turned in his saddle and motioned for the map-bearer to come up towards him. Whispering a few choice words to the man next to him, he climbed down from his horse, his legs aching with protest. "We will rest here until the moon is over our heads, then we will continue. We should be there before morning." He instructed while the map-bearer lifted the map towards the sky and began to write upon the map, the setting sun allowing some of the stars to show their light. The stars were their guide this night, along with the full moon, which had not yet shown itself.
Ardeth sighed as he lay down on the sand, the cold of night not yet robbing it of its heat. It was warm and comforting against his back, while the cool air of the desert caressed his face. He had not found relief from his nervous stomach all day, and it was only getting worse the nearer he came to getting his future wife, if she was not already claimed by someone else. Ardeth suddenly sat up, his heart thumping wildly against his chest. What if she had been claimed by someone else? He was four years late in coming to get her, so who was to say her father had not given her away to someone else? Ardeth cursed eloquently under his breath, and though his legs protested fiercely, he raced to his horse, shouting at everyone else to do the same. "The moon is nearly over our heads, we should get an early start!" He shouted, not even thinking about what he was shouting.
As they moved silently in the night, Ardeth could not help but continuously pray to the Gods. Please, let her still be there! He thought urgently in his mind. He wanted his wife. Sure he was frightened about their future, and nervous about simply taking her from her clan and home, but he still wanted her. He would not run from his fear. he would not run from his destiny. A call from farther ahead of him pulled him from his silent pleas to look to the source of the call. He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts; he had not even noticed that the moon was nearly four hours from setting, and the glorious sun taking its place. Riding up to where the scout was motioning for him to come, Ardeth looked down a deep slope of rack and sand to see tents scattered about the ground, a few holding lights with in their warm interiors. This is it. Ardeth Bay thought while replacing the cloth over his mouth. I can no longer run away from what I am afraid of.
To be continued.
A/N: YAY!!! I was going to make it longer, but I would be a super long story so I decided to break it down into smaller parts. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! I really want to know what you think! At Least 5 reviews, ok?