Okay, a few notes before we begin the story.
There will be an official disclaimer at the beginning of each post, but to make it clear now, I do not own The Mummy. I will never own The Mummy. None of the characters or plot themes/ideas from The Mummy are mine, and I give full credit to the nice folks who do own them. The Mummy was directed by Stephan Sommers and Greg Michael. The Cast includes: Brendan Fraser, Rachel Weisz, John Hannah, Arnold Vosloo, Oded Fehr and Patricia Velasquez. The copyright date is 1999.
Please, don't sue me.
This fan fiction takes place in-between the two Mummy movies, maybe mid 20's. Oded Fehr's character Ardeth Bay was supposed to be around 32 in the movies, but for the sake of my story I'm making him closer to 28.
I intend on using some Egyptian mythology in my story, and I want to make it clear that I am no expert. I may be wrong about things, and if you notice errors in my spelling or history, please inform me. Otherwise, it's all in good fun.
The main myth I'm using is called "The Girl with the Rose Red Slippers" thus the name. It's an early Cinderella story that I'm quite fond of. If you wish to red this myth in full, you can find it online at any number of sources. The full myth will also be explained in the story, so there is no confusion.
I'm also sorry for any historical inconsistencies. I know some of the things included in my story were not around at the time the film was set, and I am sorry about that.
Thank-you for your time, and I hope you enjoy.
K.
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Corin Elliott Carnahan sat on the settee watching cartoons, eating a bowl of soup. She was 18, too old for cartoons really, but she loved watching them anyways. Her long dark hair was tangled and uncombed from the long day in the wind and her ratty old nightgown was dusted with crumbs from an earlier snack. Her short tan legs were tucked underneath her for warmth. It was pretty cold in Paris for early Spring, and windy too. Unfortunately, the flat didn't have a heater so body heat would have to do. Lydia, her mother, wasn't home, but that wasn't uncommon. Who could say when Lydia would see fit to grace Corin with her presence? It was a dreary Sunday, just like 1,000 dreary Sunday's before it.
It was 5:30 when the doorbell rang.
"Hello 'mam, are you Corin Carnahan?" the officer at the door asked her.
"Yes, what can I do for you?" she asked. Whatever this was, it probably had to do with Lydia. She'd most likely gotten herself arrested for something equally as stupid.
"Your mother is Lydia Jane Carnahan?"
"Yes, she is."
"I'm afraid it is my duty to inform you that at 5:15 today at St Regis Hospital your mother, Lydia Carnahan, passed away due to complications resulting from gunshot wound. We received the call around 4:45 and proceeded immediatley to the scene. By the time we arrived your mother was already in a severe condition. She was rushed to the hospital, but we were unable to save her life. It appears she was the victim of a mugger. It is my duty to escort you to the hospital where you will need to identify the body. You will then be taken into protective custody until the matter of where you are to go is sorted out. I'm terribly sorry 'mam. " The world seemed to tilt around Corin. She felt numb all over. Her whole world seemed to hang on this police man's every word. "What I'm trying to say 'mam, it that your mother is dead."