Heather rushed ahead of her family, as she was unable to contain her curiosity. She had been waiting for this moment since she was little. Her family had just traveled hours in a car, making the hours seem even longer than they were, to get to the museum. She had always loved Egyptian history, and now she had the opportunity to see the efforts of the Ancient Egyptians. They began to climb the ancient stairs and soon Heather rushed ahead of her family. She was quickly lost in the amount of history around her. The artifacts seemed to have a magic, and she could easily imagine herself back in Ancient Egypt.

An object caught her eye, and she began to study it, hoping to figure out the purpose it had been used for. At sixteen Heather had learned everything she could, and now knew more than her parents about history in general. Her goal itself was to become an expert in Egyptology, yet this object escaped her mind, seemed to be a simple knife. Though it seemed injustice to call this knife simple, it was all her mind could think of. It was covered in gold and shone like the sun's rays on the sand. She felt her mind begin to wander back in time trying to imagine the Egyptians using the beautiful knife for everyday use, it was impossible, due to the beauty of the object.

Heather began to think back to ancient times in general, she often let her mind search for clues, before simply settling on an answer. Her first thought was she could feel things that happened within her own daydreams. The thoughts also stood out clearer than her many dreams before. The walls around her were glowing in a shade of yellow. She became suddenly alert to the fact she wasn't alone. A man was beside her, looking out over the balcony that appeared out of nowhere. The dark Egyptian sky was the backdrop to the man's form, hiding his face from her. He kissed her roughly, as if afraid. She suddenly heard knocking coming from some place far off, and then her thoughts died off.

Her head hurt causing her to awaken from her already fading daydream. She placed her hand to her head gently, a habit from her many prior headaches. Heather looked around lost for a moment; she then felt a hand on her shoulder. The touch made her jump fighting back a scream as well. "Are you alright? You're pale." She looked up seeing a younger form of the man from her daydream. She wasn't sure, but the resemblance made her a bit hesitant, as if she had lost her mind, yet there was an instinct that told her she was not crazy.

"Do I know you?" She was shocked, yet curious and had to ask. "No, not that I know of anyway, I work here and you just looked lost." She blushed slightly feeling stupid, and a little naïve. "I'm not lost thank you. I was just wondering what the knife was for." She motioned to the largest one in the case, hoping the topic would change directions. Her hand ran against his side and she withdrew it, afraid he'd notice her flinch. She'd never liked to be touched, and the fact she didn't know why bothered her. The man seemed to sense her worry and didn't ask about it.

"That's not a knife." He smiled at her seeing her curiosity, trying to make her at ease again. "What is it then?" She looked down feeling very stupid, she wasn't used to asking for information. "It's a ceremonial sword." He motioned to it again this time touching her hand softly. She withdrew her hand while asking another question. "So it was never used?" He laughed not at her but the conclusion. "It was used at the time for fighting. They rarely ever killed." His voice showed a slight sadness as he said this.

As Heather began walking; he followed her sharing what information he could with her. She began to study him as he elaborated on things she asked him to, sometimes going into great detail. He was average height, his skin a light tan color, and she couldn't escape his eyes. They were a brown color and their gaze seemed to pass into her soul. She began to speak suddenly cutting him off. "Are you Egyptian?" He stared at her slightly before nodding. "I'm just as much Egyptian as you."

This statement confused her, she wasn't Egyptian at all. "Well, I'm not Egyptian at all." He stopped her, suddenly bringing her into an abandoned part of the building. "You are Egyptian, at least you were and can be again." She began to feel awkward, beginning to think that she should leave. His voice however, changed her mind; bring with it a little comfort. "You should come see this." With that he grabbed her hand and she pulled it away, the touch once again unwelcomed. "I told you I'm not Egyptian."

He smiled simply, as if she hadn't said anything new to him, then he motioned toward the display case. "Take a look and tell me what you think." Heather took a few steps forward to the display case then looked. She saw a mummified corpse, its wrappings undone around the face, yet this one made it hard for her to breathe. She had seen pictures of unwrapped mummies before and she wondered why her breathing had slowed, it shouldn't have been any different for her, and looking at a mummy certainly didn't bother her.

"So tell me you don't feel it." She turned to face him and shook her head. "I don't understand. I don't feel like I normally do." He took a step beside her, just close enough where she wouldn't mind. "What do you feel like then?" Her eyes didn't leave his own as she spoke. "I feel like there's a struggle inside me, something crying out yet unheard and unclear." He moved closer to her and sat on the edge of the display case. His eyes studied her, and Heather was once again reminded of the feeling his eyes had on her. Before his eyes seemed to stare into her soul, this time however, it seemed as if he could read her soul, as if he knew a part of her she herself didn't know existed yet.

He started to speak, as if he could read the thoughts within her head."You are starting to understand who you are, who you used to be." She broke his gaze a little nervous, it sounded as if was reading her thoughts. This was insanity, she didn't believe in the stuff he was saying either, yet she couldn't break the feeling she had inside. Her gaze went to the mummy; as if it had the answers she longed for and suddenly needed desperately. "If that's true then who am I? Who was I?" He shook his head, and then put his arm around her waist, this time he held his grip on her.

"I don't like to be touched." It was all she could say hoping he'd let go. Though she found the idea of any other stranger doing what he was now worthy of running away from, there was something about him she trusted. Even greater than that feeling was the feeling within her that something made her unafraid and comfortable around him. "Why don't you like to be touched?" It was a question she had asked herself many times, yet she never found an answer. "I don't know. It's always been this way." "I can promise you that I have every answer you've ever wanted to know."

She felt as if he meant it, the fact she was trusting him now didn't even bother her, or strike her as odd. The familiar tugging inside her rejected the idea of him lying, and that was all she needed to trust him now. "Can you tell me then?" She begged him, wanting to finally have the answers she had searched for. "Relax and I'll show you. Just close your eyes." Heather closed her eyes and felt his hand around her waist release its hold on her. "Think back to when you first saw me." She nodded doing so, as she felt herself tensing up. "Relax, tell me what you see."

Heather began to tell him everything that she was seeing as it happened. She was in the same room as before, her body barely covered, yet she knew it was acceptable. In time, she noticed the only clothing she wore was a simple covering over her lower body. Every other surface of her body was covered in black paint. The paint had a special purpose, as it marked the pharaoh's lover. It finally occurred to her as she put the two facts together; she was the Pharaoh's lover. No one was allowed to touch her under pain of death, and the memories seemed to come to her quicker than before, as if she had to know them at once.

She knew she was waiting for him, her lover, the man she loved, even though it was forbidden. He was risking death every time he spoke with her, yet he spoke with her as often as possible. Despite their love, they had kept their desire from common knowledge, until tonight. Heather knew that after tonight everything would be different for the woman in her thoughts. Heather felt her head hurting again and shook her head. When she looked up, she saw his face again and said a name before she realized she'd said anything.

"Imhotep" He grasped her shoulders lightly, knowing the memory had done the job he needed it to. "You remember now." Heather nodded slowly. "I can't believe this I was a Pharaoh's lover, yet he didn't make me happy." Imhotep smiled looking at her and nodded. "I was the one you loved." She thought for a moment. "Who were you?" He took off the necklace from his neck, and then showed it to Heather. "Do you recognize this?" She nodded, it was indeed old, but the image was all too familiar. "It's Anubis the god of mummification and guardian of the dead."

Imhotep removed it from Heather's hand, and put it back around his neck. "I'm his chosen High Priest" Her eyes widened, suddenly she forget reality was so different for an Ancient Egyptian. "You mean you still believe in him?" Imhotep looked at her, and the look made her look down at the floor. "Yes I still believe in my gods as you should." She looked up at him nodding realizing that this was what she had always wanted. "I want to. Teach me how to become who I once was." With those words Heather began to seal her fate, she was beginning to notice who she truly was, despite wanting to learn it from someone else.