Prologue

Anck-su-namun walked past the priests painted in gold as soon as she entered the camber they shut the door and left followed by a young girl. The young girl stepped back as the priests closed the second and last door just before they finished closing it Seti the first, pharaoh walked in.

"what are you doing here?" he asked the priests then he spotted the young girl

"well? Answer me!"

"Pharaoh" the girl said bowing and dropping to one knee

"there is places you need to be right now besides here" she was saying

"slave I have no time for your ramblings get out of my way" he said as he went to get past her but she walked right in front of him

"Nefiriti requires you to see her first pharaoh she is your daughter"

"not now slave get out of my way NOW!" he went to get past her again but she went in front of him one more time

"bu-"

"WHACK" the young girl was thrown to the floor after being back handed by the pharaoh

"now leave and get out!" he yelled walking into the chambers where Anck-su-namun and Imhotep were together.

"where is she?" a tall well built man in black robes asked the man to his left who was dressed in the same as himself.

"I do not know I still do not see why Nefiriti didn't just sentence the girl to death we all know that she won't give up and if she does she will still be in despair he was everything to her you know"

"yes I know but Nefiriti is a kind soul I assume she took pity on the girl for she is only young-

"not to mention the chosen daughter of Anubis I bet that if she was put to death Anubis would curse our land and all of us"

"yes but if she tries to set him free one more time we will have to do something"

"that is what I am afraid of"

Imhotep was crying out in pain as scarabs were eating away at his skin slowly his voice was hoarse it had been three days since he had been doomed to this faith someone had tried to free him on the first day he was sure that it was his slave Athea-Num. Could the gods not pity him he did all of this for true love yet was punished for it. A cry rang out Imhotep could hear yelling shouts of

"where is she?" and "we can't let her get to him spread out"

there was the sound of feet running echoing around his tomb then there was a soft sound of a hand caressing his tomb.

"Master?' a small voice whispered in desperation "I am going to get you out of here right now master" she said more confidently there was a sound of grunting as she tried to open it and the yells where coming closer with one last tug the tomb door opened Imhotep was looking into the deep brown eyes of his slave he could see pain in her eyes and despair he would have reached out to her and stroked her cheek but he was wrapped in cloth only his eyes and nose weren't cover he looked into her eyes trying to communicate his gratitude but then panic filled his eyes as he saw five Med-Jai run into the room Imhotep tried to say something but she couldn't hear him she was trying desperately to get the cloth off with out much success the Med-Jai grabbed her from behind holding her waist and pulling her she screamed out for him as they tried to pull away with one good tug they pulled her free of him it ripped a piece of the cloth and all the scarabs scuttled out giving him relief from them but he looked into the eyes of his slave as she squirmed and fought trying to get free of the Med-Jhai grip she was screaming for him and then one of the Med-Jai got out his scrimmage and hit her with the hilt and she fell limp and silent as they took her away and closed him back into the tomb.

"princess" on of the Med-Jai said bowing

"Princess she has done it again she has tried to free Imhotep I urge you to do something for if you do not there will be a uproar from the Citizens you HAVE to take action"

"I know I do but she is so young she does not know any better he was all she had and she is chosen by Anubis what can we do?"

"I know of a spell we can put on her so that she can only return when her master has I think it would be best princess"

"fine do what you must Med-Jai" she said putting her head down as the Med-Jai bowed and left the room.

Athea-Num was brought into a secret room close to where Imhotep laid the room was made of stone there was nothing in it but hieroglyphs all around the wall Athea-Num suspected they were about the life of Nefiriti and Imhotep and maybe her but she doubted it for she was just a lowly slave. She was forced into the middle of the room she was surrounded by Med-Jai's and one Priest he had a book in his hands it was blue with gold implanted on it. The priest instructed one of the Med-Jai told hold her she looked up as one of the six Med-Jhai's came she had fear in her eyes she was scared she didn't know what was going to happen as the priest started to read out from the book her body started to tingle then pain seared she tried to scream but her mouth wouldn't open it was glued shut her body started to force it's self into strange positions her back arched in the Med-Jai's arm she started to twist and turn about in the Med-Jai's arm the priest stopped reading she was still twisting in the Med-Jai's grip when the priest told the Me-Jai to let her go he did so and backed away the priest looked down at the young girl and started reading again her legs forced her to her knees her back straightened and bowed half way her arms forced themselves to cross over her chest and her eyes forced shut she drew in one last breath when all went black.

The priest looked over to the slave girl she wasn't moving or breathing she was frozen in the one position he knew the spell had worked he ordered the Med-Jhais to bring him the chains they came and brought forth four chains made of gold he put them on the girls wrists and ankles each chain was separated to the wall the chain on her right hand and foot was on the right hand side and the two others was on the left hand side they hung limply but the chains were to ensure the spell worked they were cursed never to let go unless somebody else touched them he priest stole one last glance at the young girl before closing the door to the secret room that held Athea-Num for eternity; he hoped.

Bellatrix360: I love the mummy I think it's such a good story I also think Imhotep is so sweet