I know that the idea to follow the film of the mummy has been done so many times but hey I found my old notebook with this story in it so I decided to post it so hope you like it. I have been out of writing for a while but hey no time like the present, anyway be nice to me this is my first mummy story.
The sun was blazing hot, shinning down on the sands of Egypt. In a small village people were walking around shopping or even just stopping and talking to people they know. Down the streets of the village a boy around the age of 6 ran through the streets trying his hardest to avoid everybody as he ran straight to his home.
As he ran closer to his home with a smile on his face his black curly hair swiping past his face as he ran. When his home came into view he ran straight to the door opened it and looking around for someone.
"Mommy, Mommy" he shouted through the house
"What is it Adjo" I ask as I came from the kitchen with a smile on my face at seeing my 6 year old son with his hands on his knees bent over slightly huffy and puffing trying to get his breath back. I walked over to my son as I picked him up smiling at him as I walked the both of us over to the couch in the living room. I sat down with Adjo in my lap
"Mommy where is daddy he said he would be back by now"
"Babe you know your father is a very important person in our tribe, he will be back as soon as he can I promise"
"Promise"
"Promise" I replied back to him
"Mommy"
"Yea baby boy"
"How did you and daddy meet" he asked me looking up at me with his father's smile and eyes I gave him a smile
"Well Adjo it all started when..."