So I've been a little...well, I suppose the only word I can use is obsessed...with Night at the Museum, and I started writing this. It's corrupted once (causing me to lose three chapters) and I've ended up writing a lot of it in work during call swing and during breaks, so I hope you like it!

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Chapter 1: Entertainer

Hushed voices carried through the palace hall as the crowd grew. The party was in full swing and the entertainer for the night was about to start. The guests all stood around impatiently, unable to hide their excitement over finally seeing the mysterious beauty; stories of whom were quickly spreading across Egypt. There had been alleged fleeting glances of the young woman in the palace, but they all differed greatly, leaving everyone very curious about the Pharaoh's entertainer.

"Is that her?" one woman breathed to her friends as a young woman, barely the age of maturity, walking into view. Taller than most of the women there, she was slender but curvy, and wore a black and gold vest that showed her midriff, and a black and gold skirt that shimmered in the light.

The whispers continued as she then turned to the Pharaoh and his family, before bowing deeply to them. Her long black hair, which was braided with gold flecks catching the light, fell over her shoulder. She kept her chocolate brown eyes on the ground in front of her, before the Pharaoh tapped the ground with his staff, causing a loud rumble to echo through the hall.

The young woman then straightened up, and turned to the crowd. Music began to play, low and steady, and she gave a smile as she began to dance. She moved slowly and gracefully, and a gentle wind picked up, causing a low murmur to go through the crowd. As the young woman's movements began to speed up in time with the music, the wind picked up as well. As the music began to change to a faster, wilder beat, she spun, and the wind swirled around her, before suddenly sparking. Fire erupted around the woman, causing frightened squeals and shrieks from the crowd. Flames swirled in the air and away from the woman, who was completely unharmed by the flames that had surrounded her a moment earlier.

As the crowd watched, entranced by the show, the music seemed to bounce, and the flames faded. The ground began to rumble, and seemed to erupt, throwing the girl into the air. Every time the music bounced, she was thrown back into the air, before she was hurled so high she almost reached the ceiling. She spun again, and this time was surrounded by water. When she landed, the water exploded out, causing the crowd to shriek and shield themselves, only to be hit with a gentle breeze instead. When they looked up, they saw the young woman standing before them, completely dry and smiling widely. She then bowed, and the crowd erupted into applause. When the Pharaoh stood, the applause faded, and the young woman turned to face him.

"May I present, the delightful Safiya, who is soon to become my daughter," Merenkahre announced to the crowd, and beckoned the young woman closer. "I have decided that she is to wed my eldest son, Kahmunrah," he declared to the spectators, who applauded lightly as Safiya stepped up to stand beside Kahmunrah. The pale young man, whose black hair made his skin look even more sickly, looked smug as he put a hand on her lower back, which made Safiya struggle to suppress a shudder. "And as I have announced before, I have also decided that my younger son will assume the throne after me," there was a much louder applause that showed the crowd's true feelings towards his odd decision.

Both Shepseheret and Safiya looked to Ahkmenrah as they joined in on the applause with wide smiles. Kahmunrah, on the other hand, had lost his smug smirk, and as the party went under-way, he stormed off. However, only Safiya seemed to notice, and she watched him go with a concerned expression, before turning and smiling to the women that approached her with a million questions.

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Managing to escape the questions and curious stares of the party-goers, Safiya stepped out into a secluded garden by the palace. The blades of grass tickled her bare feet, and she gave a small smile as she looked around the garden, before approaching the pond in the centre of the garden. She took a seat on the edge, and ran her fingers along the surface of the water. As she lifted her hand, the water followed her hand and began to create a small whirlpool.

"I should have known you would make your escape the moment nobody was looking," Safiya jolted, and the water splashed back down as she looked up. Her eyes, which had become a bright blue, reverted back to brown.

"It seems that somebody was watching," she stood up and bowed as Ahkmenrah approached. "I see you slipped your guards again as well," she commented, her eyes on the grass.

"I merely insisted they enjoy the party," the Prince replied. "I have told you that you do not need to do that," he reached out and touched her arm, gently pushing her up straight. "Honestly Saf, you only insist on being formal with me," his hand slid down her arm, causing her to shiver, completely differently to when his brother had touched her.

"Ahk...please," she whispered as he drew closer. "We can't...I'm supposed to be..." she trailed off, her voice quiet as she couldn't bring herself to move away.

"I don't care," Ahkmenrah replied, his voice equally quiet, before he dipped his head down to capture her lips with his. Safiya stepped closer as her eyes closed and the kiss grew stronger. Completely lost in each other, they almost didn't hear the footsteps approaching. When it registered, Safiya pulled out of the Prince's grip and took several steps back as they both breathed heavily. The footsteps then faded as the guard continued on, and Ahkmenrah took a step towards Safiya.

"Ahk, please," he stopped at her quiet plea, and Safiya turned so she didn't see his hurt expression, which would only make her guilt worse. "I can't do this Ahk. Your father wishes for me to marry your brother, not you," Safiya reminded him.

"Then let me talk to him, please. I can convince him to change his mind Saf, I know I can," Ahkmenrah pleaded with her, taking another step towards her.

"You're to become the Pharaoh, Ahkmenrah," Safiya reminded him, her eyes still closed. "The Pharaoh marries a Princess. The entertainer doesn't become a..." she mumbled, tears stinging at her eyes.

"I want you as my Queen, Safiya. I don't want anyone else," Safiya's tears managed to escape and rolled down her cheeks. "I won't have anyone else. Only you," Ahkmenrah pulled her around to face him, and wiped her tears with his thumbs.

"Your father is as stubborn as you are. What if he says no?" Safiya looked up as more tears trailed down her face. "What if he sends me away? I can't...I can't lose you Ahk," she told him with a choked sob.

"And you never will. I will follow you to the ends of the earth. My father will see just how stubborn I am," he insisted, and Safiya couldn't help but laugh at his words.

"My stubborn fool," she laughed, and he leaned in to kiss her again.

"I love you too," he chuckled as he pulled away, before wrapping his arms around her and bringing her in close.

"Who said anything about love?" Safiya asked, looking up at him. Ahkmenrah rolled his eyes as she giggled, and he rested his chin on her head.

"Now who's the fool?" he muttered.

"Still you," Safiya replied easily as she closed her eyes, savouring his hold as long as she dared. They took a seat at the pond, and Safiya's eyes became blue again as she manipulated the water.

"It never ceases to amaze me when I watch you do that," Ahkmenrah told her, his eyes on the water as it swirled, causing the plants in the water to move gently. Safiya glanced up at him, and grinned, before the water splashed Ahkmenrah in the face. "Safiya, I am the future king of Egypt, you ought to show me the respect I deserve," he told her sternly as he wiped the droplets off his face, only for more to splash him.

"I'm very sorry, your highness. But respect must be earned," Safiya's eyes gleamed with mischief, and she splashed him again.

"That is it," the Prince grabbed her suddenly and began to tickle her sides, making her squeal with laughter.

"Stop! Stop you fool!" Safiya pleaded as she continued to laugh loudly, pushing at him.

"Show me some respect and maybe I will," Ahkmenrah told her, not releasing her as she struggled.

"Never!" she laughed, pushing at his hands. She then slipped, and would have fallen into the pond, had Ahkmenrah not caught her and pulled her close. Without missing a beat, he kissed her, and she giggled, kissing him back and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Is that sufficient respect for you?" Safiya smirked as she pulled away.

"It will do for now," Ahkmenrah agreed, making her laugh again.

"I'm going to retire to bed," she decided, managing to pull out of his grip with a lot of difficulty and stand. "I love you," she put a hand to his cheek, and reached down to kiss him lightly.

"I love you too," he smiled up at her. Safiya smiled back down at him, before turning and walking away. "I'm going to talk to my father, Saf, you can't talk me out of it this time," he called after her.

"See? Stubborn," she replied as she glanced over her shoulder, but couldn't hide the wide smile that began to spread across her face. Her stomach flipped, and she disappeared back inside. Nodding to the guards as she past, Safiya felt a mixture of excitement and fear for what was to come, but as she turned a corner, a hand clamped over her mouth from behind.

"If I can't have you, nobody can," a voice snarled into her ear, and as her eyes changed to amber, pain exploded in her back. Her scream was muffled by the strong hand that remained clamped over her mouth, and she let out a choke when the knife twisted. She was then shoved carelessly to the ground, and her attacker walked off without a second glance.

Unable to move, Safiya felt herself getting weaker and weaker as tears began to fill her eyes.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry Ahk..." she whispered, before everything went black.

~4000 Years Later~

Running a hand along the smooth, cool stone that had been used to carve the massive jackal guard that towered over her, the young woman gazed up at it curiously, her eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. Her black hair, cut to just past her shoulders, fell over her eyes as she turned her head to look into the exhibit. She walked in, glancing up at the golden tablet on the wall, before her attention was drawn to the sarcophagus in the middle of the room. As she approached, and reached out, a voice echoed out.

"What are you doing in here Beth?" the young woman jumped as if snapping out of a trance, and she spun around to see her best friend approaching.

"Sorry Marie, I got distracted," Beth apologised, looking back down at the sarcophagus.

"Oh, that's pretty," Beth followed the red-haired woman's gaze up to the tablet. "I guess I don't blame you for getting distracted when there's a woman's dream up on the wall. How many carats do you reckon that is?" she grinned, and Beth laughed.

"24. Says right there," she gestured to the plaque, and Marie's eyes widened.

"Nice," she breathed. "Now come on, we came here for the Romans, not some stuffy Egyptian," Marie told her, before pausing. "Uh, no offence," she added.

"None taken," Beth laughed. She gestured for Marie to take the lead, and followed her as Marie left the exhibit. She paused, and looked back, and a tear ran down her face. Frowning, Beth removed her glasses to reveal deep green eyes, and wiped the tear away. Shaking her head, she replaced her sunglasses and followed Marie out.

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