Chapter 3: Thesis, Complete!
Part 1
'No, I don't want to remember.' She rolled over to her side, and grasped the bed sheet. 'I don't want to - NO!'
She sat up, panicked, and looked around her room. It was still dark out and the stars were shining brightly. The only light that entered her room came from the moon, which was slowly becoming covered by clouds. Looking at her alarm clock, she groaned. It was not even 2:00 am yet! This was not becoming a good habit. Two days in a row now where she had waken up early, in a sweat and on the verge of crying. Not good. She never was one to have nightmares. Sure, when she was little she had a few, but they quickly stopped for some weird reason. She laid back down and stared at the blank ceiling. It was not that long until she came to the conclusion that the ceiling should be painted, for white was becoming very dull. It was not even white, more like the off-white you see in an antique store that is part of a tablecloth that smells really awful. Groaning once again, she looked at the time. 3:07 am. "Oh, god!" Sitting up she decided that she might as well get up, for it appears that she is going to be staying up.
Stepping into the shower, she hoped that the hot water might actually might make her tired. All it seemed to do was awaken her more and steam up the bathroom. Then she heard it, but she did not notice it. A song. Soft and quiet, but very strong in rhythm. Pausing for a moment, she started to hum along with it. Slowly, words began to flow to her mind in a language that seemed all too familiar. But it was not time for the words to be spoken, for the rhythm was not quite right yet.
Picking up the shampoo bottle, she squeezed a good amount of the rosemary and chamomile fragrance into her hand. Washing her hair, she began to sing absent-mindedly. "Falling,oan ab from dusk er sa-Heru."
After she rinsed her hair, she began to apply the same scented conditioner. "Ey merforever keep you safe kai mer nefiw per. Eyiw mer shaierto you, my locked soul heterr s-gemh ma."
Effortlessly she glided from the english language to the remembered one, all the while not even noticing that she was singing. "Shera-t em merwhose eyes mer tenia-te. Mes en to me from Ptah's ta."As she began to rinse her hair of the conditioner, soapy water flooded her mouth. Reacting, her eyes shot open and she spit the residue out. However, now there was a conditioner mixture in her eyes. Groaning, she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Reaching blindly for a towel to dry her eyes, she began to piece together what she was doing. Drying off her face she turned her head towards the mirror, expecting that the song would have made that girl appear again. She did not.
Sighing, she continued to dry herself off then proceeded on getting dressed. Standing in the walk-in closet, she did a half turn to exam her attire. In the middle of the turn she saw herself, for a brief moment, in that dress from her dream. She froze in the spot and continued on examining the mirror. All it showed was her dark pink v-neck top and black cords. Rolling her eyes she mentally scolded herself and reminded her that if she did not stop freaking out on every unexplained happening, she would be insane by the end of the week. It was time she put her lifelong theory to work: 'Ignore it and it will go away.'
It was 3:46 am the next time she looked at her clock. After pulling her damp scented hair into a ponytail, she decided that she would make the bed for it looked right now rather disheveled.
'What am I gonna do now? It is WAY too early to start breakfast. I could always--thesis. --Great, now I am talking to --Thesis!-- myself. But I don't feel like reading and hierog--THESIS!!'
Glancing around, she found herself in front of the main study. Lifting the handle she pushed against the heavy door. She could not even recall exactly how she wound up in front of the library. Nor did she care anymore, for she was putting her theory to use.
"Sigh. Oh, I sooo wish I could ignore my flippin' essay and make it go away, like most things I have ignored. Stupid, idiotic mean things!"
Sitting down at the desk, she lifted her tote bag off the floor and retrieved her disk and borrowed books. She had checked out these research materials out many times before. Except, the first couple times she had checked them out for recreational purposes. Now, she was reading them again for an educational reason. Actually, the only reason she had them checked out again was that she could not recall the sources for the appendix part of the essay.
The main problem for her was not only how to start the essay, but how to come across in a way that did not sound like she was either yelling or threatening the reader. There was no doubt in her mind that the recent uncovering of Pharaoh Akhenamkhanenson's tomb was not a welcome omen. There was something bad that was going on. Well not necessarily bad, but it made Nia feel ill. And then there were the hieroglyphs. She had somehow managed to convince her mentor that they had been mistranslated. She believed that they were too choppy to be translated correctly and as well did not make any logical sense. 'Why in the world would they write something so - bad grammar. There was way to much awful grammar. I should know. I am the queen of jumbled sentences.'
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Translation of the song:
Falling, then again to stop from dusk until dawn."
"I will forever keep you safe even when my breath is gone. That is my promise to you, my locked soul shall see it thru."
Daughter of mine whose eyes I share. Brought to me from Ptah's ca-."
The rest of the 'song' will be in a later chapter.