The Mummy III: Battle of the gods
"Many many thousands of years ago, when the earth was still young, only the gods existed, and they lived happily. Well, most of the time.
Ma'at the goddess of Truth and Justice was locked in a terrible feud with Seth, God of Mischief. They had always fought since time began, Ma'at wanting order and truth, Seth wanting chaos and lies. At this time, their anger had risen to its peak, and the subject turned deadly. Ma'at and Seth planned a war to finish all. In the end, one god would be dead; the other would be living. Ma'at's husband, Thoth, and Seth's wife, Nepthys, were very good friends, and begged their spouses to not go through with their plans, and try to forgive each other. Neither would agree.
Finally in frustration, both ran to the sun god, Amun-Ra, and pleaded before him that he may stop the fighting between their companions and let them be peaceful.
Amun-Ra agreed, and talked with Ma'at and Seth. Much as he tried, he could not persuade the two from combat. Instead, he had them agree to delay their war until a great evil had risen twice, and a great good had defeated it both times. Then, they were to choose three companions to lead their armies.
Ma'at chose the great good and Seth chose the great evil. But, Amun-Ra had tricked them. They must agree to be reincarnated in humans to battle in the center of a great country, Egypt. They would not know they were gods until nine days before the day they were to battle. The descriptions of the two reincarnations, the day, the great good and great evil, and descriptions of their spouses were written onto two scrolls, sealed in a gold jar, and thrown onto the earth. They were only to be found by the great good and great evil at the time before the battle."
Evelyn closed the dusty reference book, and looked up at Alex, now 18.
"Mum, you don't have to read me bedtime stories anymore. I'm a grown man."
Evie smiled. "I know that. This isn't a bedtime story. It's a legend meant for remembering if or when you take over for your father and me."
Alex stood up from his chair and stretched.
"Oh, I know Mum. You know I've wanted to be an archaeologist ever since I looked at a hieroglyph."
"Which would have been since you were born." Replied Rick as he walking in through the doorway.
"Are we all ready to leave on another expedition?"
Alex and Evie nodded as they pulled on their coats.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Now, who could that be on such a stormy night like tonight?" asked Rick, as he opened the front door.
There, standing on the step, was a girl, who looked to be about 17. She was wearing the most wet, ratty clothes you could find, and was holding a waxy leather envelope. She looked like she had just been sick in the bushes, and looked as ill as anyone could be.
"Is this the O'Connell's?" she peeped.
Rick nodded, looking confused.
The girl held out the package, and as Rick took it, she collapsed onto the hall carpet, unconscious.
*****
Catherine stumbled up the drive way to the huge mansion in front of her. That flower woman had been very kind in directing her here, and she had better be at the right house. He clothes were wet, and she had been suffering from a massively strong flu ever since she came here. She had lost everything and the only thing she would not let out of her sight was a dull, paraffin waxed leather file bag. It was he mothers instructions that she take this bag to the O'Connell's, who ever they were, and live with them. As she dragged herself nearer to the doorway, she had to run and be sick behind a small shrub. She wiped her mouth off, shuffled over to the front door, and rang the doorbell.
Supporting herself on the doorframe, the door opened, and a man was in front of her.
She felt very faint, said her few words, handed the folder to him, and felt the soft rug on her cheek as she fell and blacked out.
*****
"Many many thousands of years ago, when the earth was still young, only the gods existed, and they lived happily. Well, most of the time.
Ma'at the goddess of Truth and Justice was locked in a terrible feud with Seth, God of Mischief. They had always fought since time began, Ma'at wanting order and truth, Seth wanting chaos and lies. At this time, their anger had risen to its peak, and the subject turned deadly. Ma'at and Seth planned a war to finish all. In the end, one god would be dead; the other would be living. Ma'at's husband, Thoth, and Seth's wife, Nepthys, were very good friends, and begged their spouses to not go through with their plans, and try to forgive each other. Neither would agree.
Finally in frustration, both ran to the sun god, Amun-Ra, and pleaded before him that he may stop the fighting between their companions and let them be peaceful.
Amun-Ra agreed, and talked with Ma'at and Seth. Much as he tried, he could not persuade the two from combat. Instead, he had them agree to delay their war until a great evil had risen twice, and a great good had defeated it both times. Then, they were to choose three companions to lead their armies.
Ma'at chose the great good and Seth chose the great evil. But, Amun-Ra had tricked them. They must agree to be reincarnated in humans to battle in the center of a great country, Egypt. They would not know they were gods until nine days before the day they were to battle. The descriptions of the two reincarnations, the day, the great good and great evil, and descriptions of their spouses were written onto two scrolls, sealed in a gold jar, and thrown onto the earth. They were only to be found by the great good and great evil at the time before the battle."
Evelyn closed the dusty reference book, and looked up at Alex, now 18.
"Mum, you don't have to read me bedtime stories anymore. I'm a grown man."
Evie smiled. "I know that. This isn't a bedtime story. It's a legend meant for remembering if or when you take over for your father and me."
Alex stood up from his chair and stretched.
"Oh, I know Mum. You know I've wanted to be an archaeologist ever since I looked at a hieroglyph."
"Which would have been since you were born." Replied Rick as he walking in through the doorway.
"Are we all ready to leave on another expedition?"
Alex and Evie nodded as they pulled on their coats.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Now, who could that be on such a stormy night like tonight?" asked Rick, as he opened the front door.
There, standing on the step, was a girl, who looked to be about 17. She was wearing the most wet, ratty clothes you could find, and was holding a waxy leather envelope. She looked like she had just been sick in the bushes, and looked as ill as anyone could be.
"Is this the O'Connell's?" she peeped.
Rick nodded, looking confused.
The girl held out the package, and as Rick took it, she collapsed onto the hall carpet, unconscious.
*****
Catherine stumbled up the drive way to the huge mansion in front of her. That flower woman had been very kind in directing her here, and she had better be at the right house. He clothes were wet, and she had been suffering from a massively strong flu ever since she came here. She had lost everything and the only thing she would not let out of her sight was a dull, paraffin waxed leather file bag. It was he mothers instructions that she take this bag to the O'Connell's, who ever they were, and live with them. As she dragged herself nearer to the doorway, she had to run and be sick behind a small shrub. She wiped her mouth off, shuffled over to the front door, and rang the doorbell.
Supporting herself on the doorframe, the door opened, and a man was in front of her.
She felt very faint, said her few words, handed the folder to him, and felt the soft rug on her cheek as she fell and blacked out.
*****