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So....This is the Mummy from Ardeths POV. It is a work is progress. And I want to see how you all like the first bit. So I will if I have to go back and change anything. So...review and let me know!
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The roar of the warriors filled the air, as the Tuaregs rushed forward at the French. The latter of whom were hiding behind the walls of the ever so sacred Hamanaptra. Both sides held their guns steady, ready to shoot at any moment. Both sides determined to win the battle of who got the city. Little did either side know that the city was already owned.
Ardeth Bay sat on top of a nearby hill, a rather amused look on his face. Since he was a child, he never ceased to be amused by the fools who would try and take the city as their own. The City of the Dead belonged to the Med-jai, in which Ardeth was a part. But he was more then just a warrior to the Med-jai; he played a larger part. For was their king. Ardeth's father, the great Omar Bay, had died only a year before, so being a king was quite new to him.
He sat on the hill with 10 of his men, watching the battle unfold before us. He sat the sixth man in, his fathers second in command (and the newest High Elder); Jakum was sitting to the right of him. His own second in command, Ahmad, sitting on the left of the king, watching on earnestly. The other seven men, mostly warriors and a few other elders, sat in silence, as they watched the carnage unfold.
Ardeth couldn't help but think about the Med-jai's role in the legend of Hamanaptra; they had been a cause of the curse.
"And for three thousand years, we the Med-jai, the descendents of Pharos sacred body guards, kept watch." He thought, watching as the Tuaregs had finally reached the city walls, plucking off the Frenchmen easily.
But one man stood out to Ardeth, a man that seemed to be controlling the other Frenchmen. Their leader, maybe? From his distance, Ardeth could not tell what the man looked like, but he could tell his mannerisms. He shook his head softly, watching the Frenchmen retreat, running scared into the city.
"They run like cowards, and do not stay to face their battles." One of the warriors scoffed, watching the retreating Army. "They do not fight like men."
"Because they are not true men." Jakum said, "They fight behind their weapons and their walls. Never wishing for hand to hand combat."
"Look at the amateurs!" Another Elder commented, pointing to the Tuaregs, as they rushed the city and cut down any and all that were still standing.
Ardeth did not speak, but kept his eyes on the commander of the French Army. For a minute, he was lost in the city, and Ardeth could not tell what was going on with him. He knew they were French, by the flag they had carried in with them. His father, Allah rest his soul, had once taught him a few of the many different flags that hung around Cairo.
With a clear view, he watched as the commander stood in front of the statue of Anubis, and watched as the Tuaregs, who had planned on killing the man, retreated in fear. Then, they saw the commander retreat in fear as well, running out of the city, horse less and weapon less.
"The creature remains undiscovered." Ardeth said, with a slight smile tugging at his lips.
Ardeth felt something as the man staggered forward through the hot desert. Something hit him, and he knew that very second, this man would play a very important roll in his life. Though, what that role was, Ardeth did not know. As the man got closer to the cliff the Med-jai sat on, Ardeth could tell he was a blond man, tall, and well trained to the heat of the desert.
Then the man, as though he knew the Ten Med-jai warriors were watching him, stopped and turned towards them, staring at them as they stared back. Ardeth knew he could not kill this man…ever.
"And what of this one?" Jakum asked, staring down at the lonely man below. "Should we kill him?"
The words hit Ardeth, but he did not let it show. "No." He said forcefully, looking down at the man with pity in his heart. "The desert will kill him." He hoped that to be untrue.
The man stumbled away from the city and the Med-jai, starting his way across the long desert trip to civilization.
The Med-jai, or most importantly, Ardeth, watched the man until he was out of sight. Ardeth wished he knew what it was that he felt about the man. It was almost a feeling of pity or friendship. He did not speak a word of it, though, for his people would not approve. And for Ardeth, he never wanted his people to disapprove of anything he did.
"Ahmad, we shall go survey the damage done to the city, and deal with the bodies of the fallen." Ardeth said finally.
Ahmad nodded and waved his hand at the eight other men, then followed Ardeth's black horse down the hill and into the city.
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Cairo: Three years later.
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Ardeth, walked quickly through the city of Cairo, his long Med-jai robes bellowing out behind him in a soft breeze. He knew he had to see his beloved uncle before he left for home. Ardeth walked up the familiar steps of the Museum of Antiquities, feeling a smile creep across his face.
Suddenly, and out of no where, the thought of a man came to Ardeth's mind. The man he was watched cross the desert three years before. He did not know why the thought popped into his mind, or what it meant. So he pushed it aside and walked into the office of his uncle, Dr. Tariff Bay, curator of the museum.
"Uncle!" He said happily, as he crossed to the older man, hand held out.
"Ardeth! My, what a joyful surprise!" His uncle said, turning to the younger, larger, man.
Though both Med-jai, the two men could not be more different. Ardeth, though young, was a hard-trained warrior, whose life was spent in the desert, watching over the City of the Dead. His uncle, on the other hand, never got out into the desert much, and didn't see much action in his days. And where Ardeth was wearing the traditional robes, his uncle was dressed in a black suit and tie, clean white shirt, and, in honor of his Med-jai life, a deep crimson sash around his waist.
Ardeth watched his uncle smile lovingly as he to held out his hand, both men clasping the others lower arm tightly and shaking.
"My favorite nephew, how have you been? It has been far to long." Dr. Bay said with a smile.
"I know, uncle, it has. I. Myself, have been fine. Life has been going well for the Med-jai in the desert."
"Wonderful to know! Life has been fine as well, for the Med-jai in the city. Though, I fear that our lives are not as exciting as yours are. Tell me, how is your mother and sister?"
"They are both fine, though they both miss you terribly. Meelish starts her medical training here in Cairo soon, in another month I believe. She looks forward to spending time with you. Mother…she is doing better then last you saw her. She still misses Father very much, and it has been hard for her…after both losses she faced…" Ardeth cut short. Both men knew what he meant, and nothing had to be said between them.
"Any way, she misses you very much, and hopes to see you again soon."
"And I miss them very much. I really should go out and visit with them all, before it is to late." Dr. Bay sighed. "Tell me, have anyone been foolish enough to venture to the City?"
"Yes, we get at least one party every moon or so. Most of them we scare off, but there are a few we have to kill. Ahmad does not think to highly of that, he wishes us to just scare all of them away."
"My son, your second in command is a pacifist."
"But he is a good man and a better warrior…what about you? Last I heard, you were getting some more help around here." Ardeth mused.
He remembered the last time he had seen his uncle; the man was training two fresh-faced British people, a man and a woman. And in his letters to Ardeth, Dr. Bay told him how much a trouble the two were.
Dr. Bay rolled his eyes. "Don't even let me start, I do not wish to speak of them. One…the girl…is the clumsiest thing I have ever seen in my life. The other, her brother, is even worse. I don't think there is ever a time when he isn't drunk."
"Why do you put up with them, uncle? You have never had a problem with getting rid of people." Ardeth sat down in a large, golden, seat, picking up a small dagger on his uncle's desk.
"I promised their parents, Allah rest their souls, that I would take care of the two in case anything ever happened to their parents. Well, something did happen…and I was stuck with them." Dr. Bay sighed and sat down across from his nephew.
Ardeth couldn't help but laugh. He loved his uncle, and this museum, more them most things in the world. And they were the only reasons he often came into Cairo. He hated this city…
"Oh, uncle, it cant be that bad. Maybe they will just give up and go back to their own country, where they belong."
"They will never do that, Ardeth, though it is nice to dream they will. They get tired of their gray, dull, lifeless country and come to ours. They take over our ruins, and go after our treasures…bunch of savages, all of them." Dr. Bay shook his head.
Ardeth had always listened to his father and uncle talk about their hatred for the foreigners that took over Egypt. So he had heard this many times before. Glancing at a clock on the wall, Ardeth stood.
"I hate to do this uncle, but I have to leave soon. We are going back soon."
"Oh, Ardeth, can't you stay longer? I want to hear more about you, like if you have found a love yet."
The warrior rolled his eyes. He was getting this conversation from everyone lately.
"No, uncle, I have not found a love yet. There is no one out there that seems good for me."
"Then you should be looking harder. You are these peoples king, they need an heir! From the looks of it, you won't produce one till you're in your thirties!"
"I am young, uncle. I am sure I will find someone before then. But even if I don't that's fine with me. If I don't find a wife till I'm 33 that's fine with me! I don't want to rush into anything."
Dr. Bay placed his hand around the back of Ardeth's neck and smiled brightly. "You are a wise man, my son. Your father would be so proud of you…you are looking more and more like him every day."
"That's what mother always says." Ardeth glanced at the wall clock again. "I have to be going now, uncle. I am sorry we don't get to visit more. Please, come out and visit us soon. We would all like that very much."
"I will. Now give your uncle a hug before you go." The two men embraced both smiling. Ardeth felt like he was in his father's presence again. When the hug broke, Ardeth crossed the room, but the voice of his uncle stopped him in his tracks.
"Something is coming, Ardeth, something big. That you and I never expected. I can feel it. Something big is going to happen soon."
"What uncle?"
Before his uncle could respond, a series of loud crashes echoed throughout the museum. Both men looked at each other, then in the direction of the noise.
"Oh…. No…." Was all his uncle could get out. Ardeth chuckled as Dr. Bay rushed out of his office and into the library of the museum. Ardeth walked the other way, and ventured into the Cairo day. Meeting Ahmad out side.
"Good day, my friend. Any news?" Ahmad said, with a bow of the head.
"Non so far. Tell me, are you heading back with us tonight?" Ardeth and Ahmad walked through the streets.
"I wish to stay for a few more days. Ameir needs my help."
"So be it." Ardeth said as he entered a Med-jai stable. "Keep me informed. My uncle seems to think something big is coming. And he is good at predicting these things."
Little did Ardeth, Ahmad, or any of the Med-jai know how big it would all be.
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Again, review and let me know. So I can make it perfect. Lime jello, and thanks!
PS, for those of you who asked, age be gone.
So....This is the Mummy from Ardeths POV. It is a work is progress. And I want to see how you all like the first bit. So I will if I have to go back and change anything. So...review and let me know!
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The roar of the warriors filled the air, as the Tuaregs rushed forward at the French. The latter of whom were hiding behind the walls of the ever so sacred Hamanaptra. Both sides held their guns steady, ready to shoot at any moment. Both sides determined to win the battle of who got the city. Little did either side know that the city was already owned.
Ardeth Bay sat on top of a nearby hill, a rather amused look on his face. Since he was a child, he never ceased to be amused by the fools who would try and take the city as their own. The City of the Dead belonged to the Med-jai, in which Ardeth was a part. But he was more then just a warrior to the Med-jai; he played a larger part. For was their king. Ardeth's father, the great Omar Bay, had died only a year before, so being a king was quite new to him.
He sat on the hill with 10 of his men, watching the battle unfold before us. He sat the sixth man in, his fathers second in command (and the newest High Elder); Jakum was sitting to the right of him. His own second in command, Ahmad, sitting on the left of the king, watching on earnestly. The other seven men, mostly warriors and a few other elders, sat in silence, as they watched the carnage unfold.
Ardeth couldn't help but think about the Med-jai's role in the legend of Hamanaptra; they had been a cause of the curse.
"And for three thousand years, we the Med-jai, the descendents of Pharos sacred body guards, kept watch." He thought, watching as the Tuaregs had finally reached the city walls, plucking off the Frenchmen easily.
But one man stood out to Ardeth, a man that seemed to be controlling the other Frenchmen. Their leader, maybe? From his distance, Ardeth could not tell what the man looked like, but he could tell his mannerisms. He shook his head softly, watching the Frenchmen retreat, running scared into the city.
"They run like cowards, and do not stay to face their battles." One of the warriors scoffed, watching the retreating Army. "They do not fight like men."
"Because they are not true men." Jakum said, "They fight behind their weapons and their walls. Never wishing for hand to hand combat."
"Look at the amateurs!" Another Elder commented, pointing to the Tuaregs, as they rushed the city and cut down any and all that were still standing.
Ardeth did not speak, but kept his eyes on the commander of the French Army. For a minute, he was lost in the city, and Ardeth could not tell what was going on with him. He knew they were French, by the flag they had carried in with them. His father, Allah rest his soul, had once taught him a few of the many different flags that hung around Cairo.
With a clear view, he watched as the commander stood in front of the statue of Anubis, and watched as the Tuaregs, who had planned on killing the man, retreated in fear. Then, they saw the commander retreat in fear as well, running out of the city, horse less and weapon less.
"The creature remains undiscovered." Ardeth said, with a slight smile tugging at his lips.
Ardeth felt something as the man staggered forward through the hot desert. Something hit him, and he knew that very second, this man would play a very important roll in his life. Though, what that role was, Ardeth did not know. As the man got closer to the cliff the Med-jai sat on, Ardeth could tell he was a blond man, tall, and well trained to the heat of the desert.
Then the man, as though he knew the Ten Med-jai warriors were watching him, stopped and turned towards them, staring at them as they stared back. Ardeth knew he could not kill this man…ever.
"And what of this one?" Jakum asked, staring down at the lonely man below. "Should we kill him?"
The words hit Ardeth, but he did not let it show. "No." He said forcefully, looking down at the man with pity in his heart. "The desert will kill him." He hoped that to be untrue.
The man stumbled away from the city and the Med-jai, starting his way across the long desert trip to civilization.
The Med-jai, or most importantly, Ardeth, watched the man until he was out of sight. Ardeth wished he knew what it was that he felt about the man. It was almost a feeling of pity or friendship. He did not speak a word of it, though, for his people would not approve. And for Ardeth, he never wanted his people to disapprove of anything he did.
"Ahmad, we shall go survey the damage done to the city, and deal with the bodies of the fallen." Ardeth said finally.
Ahmad nodded and waved his hand at the eight other men, then followed Ardeth's black horse down the hill and into the city.
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Cairo: Three years later.
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Ardeth, walked quickly through the city of Cairo, his long Med-jai robes bellowing out behind him in a soft breeze. He knew he had to see his beloved uncle before he left for home. Ardeth walked up the familiar steps of the Museum of Antiquities, feeling a smile creep across his face.
Suddenly, and out of no where, the thought of a man came to Ardeth's mind. The man he was watched cross the desert three years before. He did not know why the thought popped into his mind, or what it meant. So he pushed it aside and walked into the office of his uncle, Dr. Tariff Bay, curator of the museum.
"Uncle!" He said happily, as he crossed to the older man, hand held out.
"Ardeth! My, what a joyful surprise!" His uncle said, turning to the younger, larger, man.
Though both Med-jai, the two men could not be more different. Ardeth, though young, was a hard-trained warrior, whose life was spent in the desert, watching over the City of the Dead. His uncle, on the other hand, never got out into the desert much, and didn't see much action in his days. And where Ardeth was wearing the traditional robes, his uncle was dressed in a black suit and tie, clean white shirt, and, in honor of his Med-jai life, a deep crimson sash around his waist.
Ardeth watched his uncle smile lovingly as he to held out his hand, both men clasping the others lower arm tightly and shaking.
"My favorite nephew, how have you been? It has been far to long." Dr. Bay said with a smile.
"I know, uncle, it has. I. Myself, have been fine. Life has been going well for the Med-jai in the desert."
"Wonderful to know! Life has been fine as well, for the Med-jai in the city. Though, I fear that our lives are not as exciting as yours are. Tell me, how is your mother and sister?"
"They are both fine, though they both miss you terribly. Meelish starts her medical training here in Cairo soon, in another month I believe. She looks forward to spending time with you. Mother…she is doing better then last you saw her. She still misses Father very much, and it has been hard for her…after both losses she faced…" Ardeth cut short. Both men knew what he meant, and nothing had to be said between them.
"Any way, she misses you very much, and hopes to see you again soon."
"And I miss them very much. I really should go out and visit with them all, before it is to late." Dr. Bay sighed. "Tell me, have anyone been foolish enough to venture to the City?"
"Yes, we get at least one party every moon or so. Most of them we scare off, but there are a few we have to kill. Ahmad does not think to highly of that, he wishes us to just scare all of them away."
"My son, your second in command is a pacifist."
"But he is a good man and a better warrior…what about you? Last I heard, you were getting some more help around here." Ardeth mused.
He remembered the last time he had seen his uncle; the man was training two fresh-faced British people, a man and a woman. And in his letters to Ardeth, Dr. Bay told him how much a trouble the two were.
Dr. Bay rolled his eyes. "Don't even let me start, I do not wish to speak of them. One…the girl…is the clumsiest thing I have ever seen in my life. The other, her brother, is even worse. I don't think there is ever a time when he isn't drunk."
"Why do you put up with them, uncle? You have never had a problem with getting rid of people." Ardeth sat down in a large, golden, seat, picking up a small dagger on his uncle's desk.
"I promised their parents, Allah rest their souls, that I would take care of the two in case anything ever happened to their parents. Well, something did happen…and I was stuck with them." Dr. Bay sighed and sat down across from his nephew.
Ardeth couldn't help but laugh. He loved his uncle, and this museum, more them most things in the world. And they were the only reasons he often came into Cairo. He hated this city…
"Oh, uncle, it cant be that bad. Maybe they will just give up and go back to their own country, where they belong."
"They will never do that, Ardeth, though it is nice to dream they will. They get tired of their gray, dull, lifeless country and come to ours. They take over our ruins, and go after our treasures…bunch of savages, all of them." Dr. Bay shook his head.
Ardeth had always listened to his father and uncle talk about their hatred for the foreigners that took over Egypt. So he had heard this many times before. Glancing at a clock on the wall, Ardeth stood.
"I hate to do this uncle, but I have to leave soon. We are going back soon."
"Oh, Ardeth, can't you stay longer? I want to hear more about you, like if you have found a love yet."
The warrior rolled his eyes. He was getting this conversation from everyone lately.
"No, uncle, I have not found a love yet. There is no one out there that seems good for me."
"Then you should be looking harder. You are these peoples king, they need an heir! From the looks of it, you won't produce one till you're in your thirties!"
"I am young, uncle. I am sure I will find someone before then. But even if I don't that's fine with me. If I don't find a wife till I'm 33 that's fine with me! I don't want to rush into anything."
Dr. Bay placed his hand around the back of Ardeth's neck and smiled brightly. "You are a wise man, my son. Your father would be so proud of you…you are looking more and more like him every day."
"That's what mother always says." Ardeth glanced at the wall clock again. "I have to be going now, uncle. I am sorry we don't get to visit more. Please, come out and visit us soon. We would all like that very much."
"I will. Now give your uncle a hug before you go." The two men embraced both smiling. Ardeth felt like he was in his father's presence again. When the hug broke, Ardeth crossed the room, but the voice of his uncle stopped him in his tracks.
"Something is coming, Ardeth, something big. That you and I never expected. I can feel it. Something big is going to happen soon."
"What uncle?"
Before his uncle could respond, a series of loud crashes echoed throughout the museum. Both men looked at each other, then in the direction of the noise.
"Oh…. No…." Was all his uncle could get out. Ardeth chuckled as Dr. Bay rushed out of his office and into the library of the museum. Ardeth walked the other way, and ventured into the Cairo day. Meeting Ahmad out side.
"Good day, my friend. Any news?" Ahmad said, with a bow of the head.
"Non so far. Tell me, are you heading back with us tonight?" Ardeth and Ahmad walked through the streets.
"I wish to stay for a few more days. Ameir needs my help."
"So be it." Ardeth said as he entered a Med-jai stable. "Keep me informed. My uncle seems to think something big is coming. And he is good at predicting these things."
Little did Ardeth, Ahmad, or any of the Med-jai know how big it would all be.
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Again, review and let me know. So I can make it perfect. Lime jello, and thanks!
PS, for those of you who asked, age be gone.