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Chapter 2

Isis continued to stare at Ahkmenrah, waiting for him to speak, to tell her what a museum was, and anything else that would clarify her current situation. She needed him to tell her what was happening because she didn't know and the fear that was gathering inside was almost crippling. But he had trouble finding words.

Ahk was still gawking with his mouth lax and his eyes wide. He had slipped into his own world, lost in a moment that seemed to stretch on forever. Thankfully, while he was incapable of the simplest task, his parents were more than willing to move on.

"And I am Shepseheret, the glittering jewel of the nine kingdoms."

His mother's commanding, but delicate voice shocked him back into reality. He felt control over his limbs slowly coming back and was grateful for it.

"And this is our son," she continued. It was clear to the elder monarchs that Ahk may not have been able to introduce himself properly so she decided to take the opportunity. "Ahkmenrah, the Fourth King of the Four Kings."

Isis' eyes traveled again to the young man in gold. This time he smiled kindly to her, gently bowed his head and offered his hand. Still confused, but no longer willing to remain in her sarcophagus, Isis took it and with his aid stood.

The thick wooden coffin was nearly three feet from the ground which gave her little to nothing to step on in between. Once she was standing, Ahkmenrah surprised them all by wrapping his hands around her muslin covered waist. He lifted her as much as was needed for her to step out of the sarcophagus and reach the ground safely.

"Thank you." She said softly. Ahkmenrah smiled gently and nodded. She took a few steps back and turned to face the three beings glittering in gold. "I am sorry, but I don't know who you are."

Shock ripped through their features. They would have assumed that everyone from Egypt knew who they were.

While his parents were busy trying to come to terms with the fact that one of their own people had no idea who they were, Ahkmenrah had the wherewithal to check her display. He stepped around the sarcophagus to the front of the platform and lifted the edge of the lid out of the way so he could better read the placard.

"Isis," he read. "Believed to have been born sometime in the mid-twenty seventh century BC, archeologists also assume the young woman was a consort of the Pharaoh Djoser. Isis was given a kingly burial with riches and treasures generally reserved for those of high standing or the royal family."

"Ah!" Merenkahre declared with a smile. He finally understood why she didn't know his name or that of his son. "Well it is no wonder you don't recognize us. Djoser was my grandfather. He smiled, not noticing the shock on the young woman's face. "He must have cared for you greatly. Not many concubines receive such a wondrous sarcophagus."

"I am not a concubine!" she snapped loudly. Her outburst stunned the trio, but not as much as the words being read about her. Flustered, Isis stepped around her coffin and to Ahkmenrah's side. "Show me where these lies are written."

He said nothing and pointed to the black plaque with gold writing. He noticed her brows pull together as she tried to read the English lettering.

"What do those etchings mean?" she demanded. She was clearly angered by what the so-called scholars had decided she was. Isis turned and squared herself on the family once again and made sure she had their attention before she introduced herself properly. "I am Isis, daughter of the Great Imhotep and Guardian of the Tomb of our god Osiris."

No one spoke for a moment or two as they allowed her declaration to sink in. After his time, everyone in Egypt had heard of the great Imhotep. He was responsible for so many things that advanced their people. Imhotep was renowned as not only an architect, but a doctor, author and a priest.

Like with most of the prominent back then, there were rumors that he was descended from the Gods. The rumor extended to his child as well. They say that Imhotep prayed to the goddess Isis for a child. He was rewarded with a daughter who he named after the goddess and swore she would protect the Osiris' resting place as his way of thanks. Whether the legends were true or not, Imhotep sent Isis to the temple of Philae where she lived the rest of her short life dedicated to the Gods. When she died, she was given a kingly burial just like her father.

Storytelling was a trait the Egyptians cultivated through the ancient reign of the pharaohs. It was not only how they explained things, but also how they showed their respect to certain people. Besides, who's to say some of the stories weren't true? After all, Ahmenrah and his family were brought back to life on a nightly basis because his father made a deal with the moon God.

"Now please," her voice had turned soft again. When she spoke, her eyes darted around and noticed everything walking through the halls behind her. "Will someone please explain what's happening and why I woke tied in a sarcophagus?"

Merenkahre stepped forward. His face was solemn and when he spoke his voice reflected the emotion.

"You died, child." He told her bluntly. Isis gasped softly as though the air had been taken from her. "You were in your sarcophagus because you died over four thousand years ago."

Her jaw was lax and her eyes began to tint pink. It looked as though she was nearing tears, which they understood. Not only was waking for the first time a jarring experience, it forced one to realize they had indeed died.

"No…" she muttered. Isis began to take slow steps back and shake her head. "No, no, no."

She continued to move away from the three and her tomb. She wanted nothing to do with it. This was a trick of some kind.

When she had backed away nearly fifteen feet, Isis suddenly sprang into action. She spun on her heels and raced towards the exit. Her sarcophagus was nestled in the back of an alcove, a dead-end, and she had to escape. The trouble was, Isis was running straight into the thick of madness.

"Wait!" Ahkmenrah called, but she didn't hear him. Without waiting for his parents, the young King followed suit. He felt a bit responsible for her. It was his tablet that brought her back after all.

Ahk's robes weighed him down, but the wrappings on Isis' feet made it nearly impossible for her to gain traction. They were equally matched in the race.

She slipped and nearly fell when she turned a corner, but gained her footing once again. Before Ahk could reach the same turn, he heard her scream. He pressed himself harder and slid just as she had. Isis had suddenly confronted the Triceratops that roamed the halls and was frozen solid.

Ahk ran towards her and put himself between the young woman cowering and the boney dinosaur. He put his hands up.

"Trixie, no." he yelled in English to the beast. The giant whimpered like a reprimanded dog. "Sit." And it did without question. Ahkmenrah nodded to the animal and turned to Isis. She was on the ground with her arms above her head to shield herself from the creature. "It's alright." Apprehensively, Isis unfolded her arms and looked up to see Ahk offering his hand. "You're safe now."

With the same tentative move, she reached for his offered appendage. He helped her to her feet, smiling as kindly as he could to try and console her, but Isis had trouble looking away from the bleached bones of the animal she didn't recognize.

"She only wanted to play." He explained.

"What is that creature?" she asked in hushed tones as though anything else would cause it to charge.

"A dinosaur." He replied with a light laugh. It drew her eye. "You're safe. Nothing here will hurt you."

"I don't understand."

He smiled warmly again. "I'll help you."