I was sad for Imhotep, so I wrote this fic plus I hate Ank-su-namun.
Hope you like it!!
The beginning.
Isis had been thinking "why am I even here?" but she got her answer the moment she saw her nephew Alex run after his father in the ancient palace. She had to help her sister-in-law Evy and her beloved older brother Rick.
You all know Rick and Evy, and her good for nothing (but oh-so-nice) brother Jonathan. She had a real family now, when she was little she and her brother hab been raised at the orphanage of Cairo and she had missed to be loved by a woman... Now Evy was a real mother, sister, friend for her. And her mischievous little evil of nephew was a delight for her.
They had decided (What Evy wants, Evy gets) to go vsist some old palace in Egypt and here they were now, in the middle of the desert, in the cold and dark silence of the old walls.
She arrived behind her fallen nephew and laughed at the look of fear in her brother's eyes. Still up with his "mummy fear", he shooed his son back to the entrance and just scowled at her mocking wink "Just like you when you were his age..." - I wasn't like that! -Ho really, then who was the blond little boy, who used to creep in the orphanage's kitchen to steal some cookies? - He groaned and smiled a little - But I always gave you a bite of it... - This is why I love you. - She kissed his cheek and he smiled again, he loved her so much. When they were little, she was his reason for living, his sun, his hope... still today, as was now Evy and his son...
His wife came into view and he sighed, she had brought him right were she wanted... damn that woman he loved so much! Knowing what he was thinking, his sister laughed and walked to her friend " He is fuming Evy, got some water?" - He is always fuming, this is a part of his charm. - Isis burst laughing and dodged the flying box, that her brother threw her...
- What did you find honey? - She just inhaled exitedly and beamed at him, I just discovered an old story about a young priestess of Isis! She was the dancer of the court and was loved by the people! - Rick and me shared a look - Fascinating... - Don't joke! she has your name! - Evy, Isis is an Egypyian name, there must be a lot of girls in those times who had this name... - No!! Because it was a sacred name, owned by the goddess! - Ohhh... I am really impressed now.
Evy threw a brush at her that she caught in the air and she twirled it between her fingers.
- Come on darling, help me open that door. - "Darling" obliged and they walked into a chamber of great size, but the designs on the walls were almost unexistant. Isis watched a worn out scene on the wall: a young woman dancing... rounded by other women and on the other side there was two men... a bald one... and another with a strange haircut and braid...
Just then, a stone fell from the wall right onto the head of Isis and blacked her out... She heard her brother's worried shouts, Evy's sweet hands on her face and then nothing...