I was born on the day that Egypt's 7 year famine ended, my father was pharaoh and my mother was one of his junior wives but I was claimed a special child because my birth supposedly brought the end of the famine. My father took it as a sign from the gods telling him that I was a gift, something to be treasured, so with that he took me away from my mother and had his great royal wife, Sitamun, raise me.
The woman despised me and she had two other sons to raise as well, Kahmunrah the oldest and Ahkmenrah the youngest by 3 years who was also my age but some months older than I. Kahmunrah treated me well unlike his younger brother who despised me just like his mother.
"Hey guys wait for me!" I yelled my short legs trying to catch up with my two brothers.
"Stop Akhmen let's wait for our little sister" Kahmunrah said stopping
"She is no sister of mine" Ahkmenrah called back as he continued walking, tears pricked at my eyes and Kahmunrah gave me a sympathetic look patting my shoulder a little in comfort.
"Don't worry little one when I become pharaoh I shall deal with him" he wiped away my falling tears and led me back into the palace; we played together that day while Ahkmenrah looked from the sidelines too proud to apologize.
Little did I know that days like that would never come again and many roles would be switched when we grew older. I should have treasured those moments while I had them but no one predicted how drastically we would change.
Hello everyone and welcome to my story, does anyone even read Night At The Museum Fanfics anymore?
Eh idk but i'm posting this anyway:)
So as you can see this takes place way before the movies, i love Ahkmenrah and had always wanted them to make a movie just about him and his brothers' lives back in Egypt and since that is least likely to happen i started writing my own:)
Anyway i hope you enjoyed this chapter and i hope you liked it enough to want to see more!
Oh and don't worry Ahkmenrah will not always be mean lol ^_^