Chapter
Two
Far from the ruins of Hamputra, in a large house -more like a manor- the inhabits were unaware that they were about to begin another adventure like their previous two. Sitting in the manor's large study/library sat a woman in her late twenties; she had fair skin and semi-curly black hair. Her eyes were bright and sparkled.
She was seated in a plush red velvet chair with a book nestled in her hands; she flipped the pages with a licked finger, delicately so not to smudge the pages. She was completely involved in the book and didn't hear the chaos that was going on the top story.
On the top story of the house -really the second story- a short nine-year old boy had knocked one of his mother's prized vases onto the ground. It shattered onto the floor like a bomb, breaking into a million (it seemed) pieces. The boy gulped; his mother might not hear the noise since she was down stairs but his father would, he was in the opposite room.
Sure enough, in the opposite room a dashing, muscle built, brown haired, brown-eyed American man sat in a chair, listening to the crackle of the fire when he heard the crash of the vase. Immediately he knew what the nose was. He climbed out of the chair and headed for the room that his son occupied. "Alexander O'Connell you better not of broken another vase." The boy's father said. He knew the words were pointless, a waste of breath. His son, Alex for short, wasn't a bad child he just had a habit of breaking things.
Alex's father entered the room to see his son trying to sweep up the tiny bits of glass with his hands. Alex looked up at his father, forcing a grin that said, "it was an accident."
The boy's father frowned at his son. "Alex, don't clean glass up with your hands you might cut yourself." He said.
Alex took his hands away from the glass and brushed little pieces that clung to his sweaty hands back onto the floor. He looked up at his father, Rick O'Connell; the boy looked a little like his father and a little like his mother but more like his ancestors.
Rick knelt down by the shattered glass in front of his son. "Come on, we'd better get this clean before your Mum comes upstairs." Rick said and instructed his son to retrieve the broom and dustpan from the near-by closet.
Downstairs, the boy's mother wasn't aware that one of her "priceless" vases had been broken; she was still involved in the book. The book was telling about the God Anubis, the God of Death, the jackal headed God. She, her husband, her brother and her son had run into an army of Anubis warriors thousands and thousands strong. A half man, half scorpion creature called The Scorpion King, led them. The only way to kill The Scorpion King was with the Golden Specter that was luckily in the O'Connell's possession; her husband had killed The Scorpion King and sent the Anubis warriors back to the underworld where their master was. However, this book told of The Scorpion King back in Ancient Egypt; how he had sold his soul to Anubis for the power to defeat his enemies. Once The Scorpion King's task was done the warriors were returned to the underworld along with the Scorpion King. When his army was returned Anubis was locked away in the oasis of Amh-Shre waiting until someone awakened The Scorpion King. Her son Alex had done that, awakening The Scorpion King and the army of Anubis but there was no sign of the God himself. Once Rick killed The Scorpion King, Anubis must have once again been imprisoned, waiting until someone awakened him again. Instead of awakening The Scorpion King -whom can only be killed once- Anubis himself would be awakened. He was return to Amh-Shre to awaken his army to destroy the world. There was no known way to kill him; if he awakened his army they would be unstoppable.
The woman sighed and closed her book that was enough reading for the night. She'd better go upstairs to see what sort of mischief her son and husband were getting into.
Upstairs Rick heard his wife's, Evelyn O'Connell, footsteps on the stairs. He and his son had just finished sweeping up the glass; Rick took the dustpan away from his son and dumped the contents into a trashcan that rested in a corner. Alex put the broom back in the closet as him mum appeared at the top of the stairs. Alex looked at his mother with an innocent nine-year old grin.
Evelyn looked at her husband and then her son; without saying a word she knew something was going on behind her back. She would question Rick later, now it was time for Alex to go to bed.
"Alex time for bed." Evelyn said.
Alex said goodnight to his father and rushed into his room to get into his bedclothes. Evelyn entered to room minutes later; Alex was already in bed with the covers pulled up to his chin.
Evelyn bent to kiss him goodnight.
"Mum, do you have any brothers and sisters other then Uncle John?" Alex asked as his mother kissed him on the forehead.
Evelyn withdrew, surprised at her son's question. "What brought that on all of the sudden?" She asked.
Alex shrugged. "I don't know, just wondering." He answered.
Evelyn stood up. "I have one sister, younger then I. I haven't seen her since she was a few weeks old; when my parents passed away." Evelyn asked, looking down at her son.
Alex told his mother goodnight and watched her leave the room. She turned the light off as she shut the door, still surprised at Alex's question.
In a hotel in Egypt a shaky hand turned on the lights. Jennifer entered the hotel room followed by her unwanted guest. Anubis shoved her into the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
In one corner of the room a large falcon sat on a perch. His feathers shone in the hotel light; his large golden eyes were unmoving, staring at the two that had entered the room. His glistening talon wrapped around the perch; his curved beak warned those around him of his "bite". A leather strap wrapped around his left foot, a collar of some sort. His gaze was shifted to Jennifer; he cawed, startled by the shutting of the door.
Jennifer held out her arm; the bird took flight and landed delicately on her outstretched arm. He didn't close his talons around her arm but he stayed perched upon it. Jennifer stroked the bird's beautiful head.
Anubis looked at the bird. "What's that?" He asked, his gruff voice startling Jennifer.
"This is Hours." She answered, not looking at Anubis.
Hours cawed at Anubis and flapped his wings. Anubis stared at the bird then he turned to face Jennifer.
"Tomorrow we leave for London." He growled. "To find the O'Connells." He turned away from Jennifer and looked around the hotel room.
Jennifer frowned; Anubis was set on finding the O'Connells to take him to Amh-Shre, there was nothing she could do because of the "curse" he bestowed upon her. Jennifer sighed; the moon was already high in the star filled sky. She couldn't do anything now but sleep and in the morning she and Anubis would go to London.
Two
Far from the ruins of Hamputra, in a large house -more like a manor- the inhabits were unaware that they were about to begin another adventure like their previous two. Sitting in the manor's large study/library sat a woman in her late twenties; she had fair skin and semi-curly black hair. Her eyes were bright and sparkled.
She was seated in a plush red velvet chair with a book nestled in her hands; she flipped the pages with a licked finger, delicately so not to smudge the pages. She was completely involved in the book and didn't hear the chaos that was going on the top story.
On the top story of the house -really the second story- a short nine-year old boy had knocked one of his mother's prized vases onto the ground. It shattered onto the floor like a bomb, breaking into a million (it seemed) pieces. The boy gulped; his mother might not hear the noise since she was down stairs but his father would, he was in the opposite room.
Sure enough, in the opposite room a dashing, muscle built, brown haired, brown-eyed American man sat in a chair, listening to the crackle of the fire when he heard the crash of the vase. Immediately he knew what the nose was. He climbed out of the chair and headed for the room that his son occupied. "Alexander O'Connell you better not of broken another vase." The boy's father said. He knew the words were pointless, a waste of breath. His son, Alex for short, wasn't a bad child he just had a habit of breaking things.
Alex's father entered the room to see his son trying to sweep up the tiny bits of glass with his hands. Alex looked up at his father, forcing a grin that said, "it was an accident."
The boy's father frowned at his son. "Alex, don't clean glass up with your hands you might cut yourself." He said.
Alex took his hands away from the glass and brushed little pieces that clung to his sweaty hands back onto the floor. He looked up at his father, Rick O'Connell; the boy looked a little like his father and a little like his mother but more like his ancestors.
Rick knelt down by the shattered glass in front of his son. "Come on, we'd better get this clean before your Mum comes upstairs." Rick said and instructed his son to retrieve the broom and dustpan from the near-by closet.
Downstairs, the boy's mother wasn't aware that one of her "priceless" vases had been broken; she was still involved in the book. The book was telling about the God Anubis, the God of Death, the jackal headed God. She, her husband, her brother and her son had run into an army of Anubis warriors thousands and thousands strong. A half man, half scorpion creature called The Scorpion King, led them. The only way to kill The Scorpion King was with the Golden Specter that was luckily in the O'Connell's possession; her husband had killed The Scorpion King and sent the Anubis warriors back to the underworld where their master was. However, this book told of The Scorpion King back in Ancient Egypt; how he had sold his soul to Anubis for the power to defeat his enemies. Once The Scorpion King's task was done the warriors were returned to the underworld along with the Scorpion King. When his army was returned Anubis was locked away in the oasis of Amh-Shre waiting until someone awakened The Scorpion King. Her son Alex had done that, awakening The Scorpion King and the army of Anubis but there was no sign of the God himself. Once Rick killed The Scorpion King, Anubis must have once again been imprisoned, waiting until someone awakened him again. Instead of awakening The Scorpion King -whom can only be killed once- Anubis himself would be awakened. He was return to Amh-Shre to awaken his army to destroy the world. There was no known way to kill him; if he awakened his army they would be unstoppable.
The woman sighed and closed her book that was enough reading for the night. She'd better go upstairs to see what sort of mischief her son and husband were getting into.
Upstairs Rick heard his wife's, Evelyn O'Connell, footsteps on the stairs. He and his son had just finished sweeping up the glass; Rick took the dustpan away from his son and dumped the contents into a trashcan that rested in a corner. Alex put the broom back in the closet as him mum appeared at the top of the stairs. Alex looked at his mother with an innocent nine-year old grin.
Evelyn looked at her husband and then her son; without saying a word she knew something was going on behind her back. She would question Rick later, now it was time for Alex to go to bed.
"Alex time for bed." Evelyn said.
Alex said goodnight to his father and rushed into his room to get into his bedclothes. Evelyn entered to room minutes later; Alex was already in bed with the covers pulled up to his chin.
Evelyn bent to kiss him goodnight.
"Mum, do you have any brothers and sisters other then Uncle John?" Alex asked as his mother kissed him on the forehead.
Evelyn withdrew, surprised at her son's question. "What brought that on all of the sudden?" She asked.
Alex shrugged. "I don't know, just wondering." He answered.
Evelyn stood up. "I have one sister, younger then I. I haven't seen her since she was a few weeks old; when my parents passed away." Evelyn asked, looking down at her son.
Alex told his mother goodnight and watched her leave the room. She turned the light off as she shut the door, still surprised at Alex's question.
In a hotel in Egypt a shaky hand turned on the lights. Jennifer entered the hotel room followed by her unwanted guest. Anubis shoved her into the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
In one corner of the room a large falcon sat on a perch. His feathers shone in the hotel light; his large golden eyes were unmoving, staring at the two that had entered the room. His glistening talon wrapped around the perch; his curved beak warned those around him of his "bite". A leather strap wrapped around his left foot, a collar of some sort. His gaze was shifted to Jennifer; he cawed, startled by the shutting of the door.
Jennifer held out her arm; the bird took flight and landed delicately on her outstretched arm. He didn't close his talons around her arm but he stayed perched upon it. Jennifer stroked the bird's beautiful head.
Anubis looked at the bird. "What's that?" He asked, his gruff voice startling Jennifer.
"This is Hours." She answered, not looking at Anubis.
Hours cawed at Anubis and flapped his wings. Anubis stared at the bird then he turned to face Jennifer.
"Tomorrow we leave for London." He growled. "To find the O'Connells." He turned away from Jennifer and looked around the hotel room.
Jennifer frowned; Anubis was set on finding the O'Connells to take him to Amh-Shre, there was nothing she could do because of the "curse" he bestowed upon her. Jennifer sighed; the moon was already high in the star filled sky. She couldn't do anything now but sleep and in the morning she and Anubis would go to London.