A/N – right, basic plot - Despite his obsessive love for Anck-su-namun, Imhotep fathered a bastard son in his youth. The boy was named Amon, the hidden one. With the power of a witch, he almost tore Egypt apart. Imprisoned for his crime for all eternity, with the witch charged as his keeper. They wait out their punishment, till the end of time...But it seems time doesn't last as long as it used to. OC/OC. I know abit of cheesy plot, but I kind of liked Imhotep. Just not Anck-su-namun. Tired to think of a fanfiction I could do, and this popped into my head. See where it takes me. Review the story, not the grammar or spelling…because I don't care. Also, no review, no new chapters. Plus need to think of a better title...
Prologue – The origins of Amon
The great priest Imhotep, despite his obsessive love for the temptress Anck-su-namun, fathered a bastard son in his youth. The boy was named Amon, the hidden one. This boy grew into a strong handsome young man. Powerful and ambitious like his treacherous father. Seducing a beautiful foreign witch, he gained unfathomable power. Amon rose to claim his father's right among Egypt's elite. But the priests of Egypt were wary. His hunger for power knew no bounds, nor did his growing lust for chaos. The witch's untamed sorcery had twisted him, and he welcomed it. The priests rightfully denied him. In his rage, Amon sought to destroy Egypt, and claim the entire world as his new kingdom of worship. The witch, seeing what her love had become, sought to stop him. With the aid of the holy priests she tricked Amon, sealing him away in a golden sarcophagus, lost in the sands of Egypt, where he would remain, for all eternity. For her unwitting role in Amon's conquest, the witch was charged to safeguard the hidden tomb, until the end of time.
But it seems time doesn't last as long as it used to…
Modern Day Cairo, 9:00am
"Cairo, Egypt's capital is absolutely teeming with new life with the recent discovery of what archaeologists call the 'golden man', now being held at the Museum of Antiquities for study. Farmers mining for water in Hamunaptra, the famous ruins of the city of the death, unearthed possibly one of Egypt's greatest finds since the discovery of King Tutankhamun's tomb. The solid gold sarcophagus is said to date back to 1300 BC, when Egypt's power was at its peak, following the death of Pharaoh Seti I. Despite the craftsmanship and extravagance of this beautiful sarcophagus, archaeologists are still baffled as to the identity of this 'golden man'. Is he a great pharaoh, whose name was lost to time? If so, why wasn't he buried in the traditional resting place, in the Valley of the Kings? Was he actually a great priest to the elite of Egypt or A victorious general buried with honours? Further studies will commence in hopes of finding the answers. As we speak specialists are being flown in to help in this ancient mystery. This is Mary Smith, reporting for channel 5 news, Cairo. Have a nice day."
Nick O'Connell sat comfortable on the nearby table, flat on his back, head hanging off the edge of the table. The overhead television secured to the wall was the only thing keeping himself amused whilst his beautiful wife indulged her curiosity. Every now and then he would glance in her direction, still finding her in the same spot as before. Hunched over the golden casket, or crouched by its side, trying to read the inscriptions craved carefully and interracially on the surface. Though it seemed like she was having trouble exactly deciphering them. She would mumble aloud how the symbols were indeed Egyptian hieroglyphics, the sequence and verses were just jumbled and scrambled. It infuriated her to no end. The 'Golden Man' was indeed an enigma.
Having flicked through the extensive seven channels available on the TV, he gave up and switched it off, casting the remote aside as he lifted him-self off the table, stretching his sore muscles and nearing his wife. "I thought we said no more mummies…not after the last one" He still had nightmares about the ugly creature.
Evie shot him a knowing grin. "How could you say no? Look at him…magnificent. So mysterious" She ran her hands over the surface of the casket, though barely even touching it. Ever since she had connected with her 'previous self', Nefertiti, Evie was much more 'open' to the spiritual aspect of life. Nick had admitted, having faced Egypt's undead, he still didn't go running off to check his horoscope.
Nick shook off the thought and stood beside his wife, glancing over the gleaming sarcophagus with mild interest. He then took notice of just how closely his own wife was looking at it. "Hey, are you making lovey dovey eyes at this dead guy? What about me?"
Jonathan, who was fanning him-self profusely, laughed aloud. "Yes, besides you get on with them so much better…a real magnetism, for undead psychopathic nutcases" He unbuttoned the collar of his tie as he stood, wiping the humid sweat from his brow. What are the odds the only spare holding space they had for the 'Golden Man', was the only hall without air conditioning. The museum was rearranging their displays as they spoke, hoping to make room for the new edition. But they couldn't put it on show, until they actually knew what they were showing.
"Hey" Nick snapped, pointing in Jonathan's direction. "It was the same undead psychopathic nutcase, twice!"
"Gentlemen, please." Evie yet again had the play referee between her brother and her husband. Some things never changed. "I'm trying to read the inscriptions"
Jonathan waved his finger at Evie, warning her as if she was child again, and he was her dutiful older brother. "That's all well and good, Evie. Just don't say them aloud. Don't want a repeat like last times. No amount of gold is worth it…although…" ever so slowly Jonathan's hand reached out to touch the allure of the solid gold face mask. It was almost as grand as King's Tut.
"Hey, don't touch." Nick slapped Jonathan's gold seeking hand away from the casket. Greedy brother-in-law.
"Ow, no need to slap" Jonathan rubbing his hand as if it were bitten by a snake. Nick just rolled his eyes and paced the hall as Evie continued. He then added, "Make your-self useful and go find Alex, before he wakes something up him-self"
Jonathan humourlessly chuckled, as if he had already considered the possibility. "Well it would be a rite of passage, being in this family. Though hopefully it's something more his size, like a pharaoh's mummified dog. Sure he'd have fun with that. He's always nagging for one of those mongrels"
"Now Jonathan…" Nick playfully threw the TV remote at him.
"Alright I'm going. Hopefully find a drink while I'm at it. God, this heat." He headed out into the hallway, half-heartedly calling for nephew as he continued to stroll away.
Evie called after him, shaking her head in amusement at her brother's usual antics. "This is a museum, Jonathan, I hardly doubt they'd have alcohol here. Especially at this time of day"
"No. They don't…" The cold accented declaration commanded attention. At the mouth of the entrance, leading into the study hall stood a tall, light skinned woman in Egyptian military uniform. Long curly blonde hair, pulled up into a pony tail, and stunning deep blue eyes gave the impression she was of Eastern European decent. Her stern yet youthful expression gave the air of authority. Four similar dressed guards flanked behind her, awaiting command. Nothing about the situation seemed threatening, just, procedural. After all, Nick did let them-selves in for a sneak peak at the 'Golden Man'. She was undoubtedly beautiful. The accent made her seem exotic even. Though Nick only had eyes for his equally exotic wife.
Adjusting her curling dark locks as she stood, Evelyn stepped forward to meet the strangers, extending her hand in friendly greeting. "Oh, hello, I'm Evelyn-"
The woman lifted her own gloved hand to stop her. "I know who you are Mrs. O'Connell. You were once the Museum's own Egyptologist." She paused for a moment, before continuing. "I am Cassandra He'Kate. I am the head of the museum security. The curator sent me to collect invited guests for the briefing. You will get your assorted time to analyse the sarcophagus, the same as everyone else." She briefly regarded Nick with a look of condescension, despite the fact she was much younger than him.
O'Connell however didn't seem to take the hint. Confident as always he approached the museum official, smiling charmingly as always when he wanted his way. "Can't give us an extra five minutes, could you? You know, for a closer look. It's kind of our thing, mummies and all that stuff"
Cassandra barely lifted her well plucked eyebrow in acknowledgement. "No special treatment. Mr. O'Connell" she jerked off her gloves, looking ready to punch him if he got much closer. Yes, Nick really had a way with the ladies.
"No, of course not." Evie readily agreed, seeing Nick's usual charisma was having no effect to their advantage. "That would be unprofessional. Right, Nick? It's only fair. The casket's not going anyway"
"Hopefully" Nick snorted under his breath, chuckling with unease, before being elbowed in arm by Evie.
Cassandra looked between them, oddly for a moment, as if expecting an answer from Evie soon after "Aha…sorry. Personal joke." She waved her hand as if to dismiss it. Collecting her bag from a nearby corner Evie again looked longingly at the golden sarcophagus, sighing in admiration at the fine chillingly beautiful detail. "I'm sorry, it's all just…so intriguing. Fascinating even. From his mask, he must have been handsome. "
Cassandra said nothing in response, though something did briefly flicker across her expression. Crossing her arms, Cassandra again motioned for them to leave. Impatience started to shine through in the tension of her jaw.
"Our son and his uncle are still roaming around" Evie then chirped, the thought suddenly occurring to her. The museum was big enough, who knows where they had gotten themselves lost. "I'll…go find them" she smiled hopefully, but again was stopped by Cassandra's curt bark.
"No. I will find them. The guards will show you to the conference room." She seemed like one of those women who followed the rules. Hell she could even make the rules and people would follow them. And yet she didn't seem like the time who took orders. She issued them. That's the impression Evie got from the young woman. The was strong, and for that she silently admired her. If it was anyone else Evie would have went all 'Mother bear' on their asses. "If you insist. I hope they won't cause you too much trouble"
Nick linked arms with his wife, gesturing one hand to his lower chest as they walked pass, led by two guards. "You can't miss them. Kid about this high, cheeky grin on his face. The other, well, he just has a funny looking face"
"Come on, Nick" Evelyn again tugged at her husband's arm, "we don't want to cause an international incident. Again"
"I still say that wasn't my fault…"
The conversation faded as the pair left the hall. Cassandra blinked, allowing her-self to smile briefly before solemnly looking over the sarcophagus causing all the interested. She wished the museum had moved it to a more secure location, with security measures to protect it. The O'Connells were respectable people, yes. But in Egypt there were as many thieves as there were rats. Looking to steal anything of value to sell to whatever collector would pay the highest. Cassandra would die before she let that happen. She took her security job seriously. And even since the 'Golden Man' had appeared, her job had just become a whole lot harder.
The sarcophagus was beautiful. The gold glistening, as if recently polished. The cravings of snake lined the sides. Cobras to be exact, kings of the snakes . The only snake known to man that could eat another snake. It's honey like benom enough to kill ten men, with one bite. The detail of the face mask was especially praise worthy. The traditional Egyptian eyes, lined with fine blue stone. The masculine lips and strong jaw carved to perfection. Indeed handsome. The only thing missing that would make this a pharaoh was the traditional beard piece, and royal spectres held in both hands. The museum was perplexed by the 'Golden Man's' burial site. There was nothing to accompany him into the next life, like others who were mummified and buried. No trinkets, no sacrifices, or even clothes and weapons. One assumed if they could afford such a lavish casket, why not the assets to follow. He wasn't even placed in a cave dwelling like many who were moved into hiding. He was found dumped in a dark, moist sand pit. If the farmers hadn't been digging where they had been, he would have never been found. It was another reason why the Museum debated opening the casket to find out what, and who was really inside, since the script on the outer sarcophagus proved useless. If only they knew how to truly read it. Cassandra prayed it never came down to it. If they indeed decide to open the sarcophagus Cassandra would have to call in a few favours in hopes of avoiding it.
Cassandra sighed, taking a small step towards the casket befor her. "Amon…" the name was almost too painful to even say.
"Who's Amon?"
Cassandra turned stiffly to the high pitched voice. A young boy stood at the other end of the hall, baggy shorts and blonde locks adding to his boyish charm. Cassandra distanced her-self from the sarcophagus, regarding the boy rather dismissively for a moment, before speaking. "You are O'Connell boy, yes? Alex?"
"Yeah, who are you?" he was playing with some toy puzzle his mother had given him. Another exercise to 'train his mind', as she put it. Nick just called it a load of junk, bought at the market.
Cassandra considered answering him, until another unfavourable voice filled the hall, calling from a nearby distancec. She deduced it must have been his uncle, from the familiarity he regarded the boy with. He was lanky, slightly aged man, but there was a family resemblance. The eyes, she concluded. Both had a glint of mischievous in them, making Cassandra frown once more. Troublemakers.
"Alex, there you are. We need to get back to your parents. No talking to strangers…as lovely as they may be. Enchanté, ma petite" Jonathan smoothed back the stray curls of his thinning hair, bowing lowly rather gentlemanly to take her hand. He may have even kissed her hand, if Cassandra hadn't hastily called for her underlings.
"Guards. Please show these two to the conference room, now" irritation laced the otherwise cool tone of Cassandra's commands. Too many people around, giving her a headache. The little O'Connell brat even had the gall to stick his tongue out at her as he walked pass. With a dismissive hiss Cassandra was finally alone in the study hall, with the golden casket innocently stationed in the heart of it. Like eyeing a venomous cobra, Cassandra approached cautiously. In the presence of the sarcophagus, a mere mortal would stare in awe. And yet when she looked upon it, all she felt was bittersweet nostalgia.
Caressing her hands over the surface of the casket, the cool metal biting at the warmth of her hands, she stared down into the soulless eyes of the mask. "Stay sleeping, Amon…For Bastet's sake, stay sleeping." in misplaced affection, she inched closer to the face of the sarcophagus, brushing her lips upon the golden surface of the forehead.
Something stirred within her, causing her to jerk back as if she had been bitten. Something was coming. She could sense it. Now glaring down at the casket, she scolded her-self for such folly. Turning on her heels she left, locking the doors behind her once she was sure the area was secure. While she had time, she could speak to her contacts, and call in a few favors. If everything went according to plan, the 'Golden Man' would disappear and go back to the depths from whence he came.
A/N – well what do you think ? review and let me know !