Author: Catriona
Fanfom: The Mummy
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Rating: PG-13
Status: Work-in-progress
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Notes: Set before "The Mummy". It's come to my attention that there's an ultimate evil by the name of Dahak in Xena Warrior Princess and Hercules tv shows; my Dahak has nothing to do with these two shows. I just heard the name somewhere and decided to use 'cause I liked it. My fanfic is now also hosted at my friend's Mummy site at http://www.fortunecity.com/westwood/chisel/6/
In the beginning of time, a covenant was made between mortals and The Ancients. Its purpose: to balance Darkness and Light so that neither may not obtain lasting upper hand and that both the mortals and The Ancients may live. Since then members of The Covenant has protected the mortal world against demons and other weapons of darkness and destruction.
Hawkfell Island
Shrill tingling of bells knifed through the castle and rang in the clear air of the morning all around the island.
Justin Hoffman, a member of the Circle, dropped the coffee cup he'd been holding and his face paled. He didn't notice the ever largening stain of brown liquid on the table cloth as the coffee cup fell on its side spilling its contents, nor did he hear the gasps of the two other men who also were in the breakfast room as he bolted out of the room. This particular alarm had only ever been sounded in rehearsal; it meant that the Eye of Light had been stolen, and that the intruders might still be on the island.
In the stone hallway he saw Evangeline Langdon and Ricardo Martinelli - both members of the Circle - already entering the library. He caught up with them just as Langdon pressed a stone on the side of the fire place; a entire section of the bookcase slowly swung aside, revealing a descending staircase. As they descended the stairs the guards were already securing the castle and the marina, and search for intruders well underway.
In the vault room Hoffman and others were met with another member of the Circle, Clive Harrison, who had sounded the alarm.
"The Eye of Light is gone!" He lead them inside the vault where they spent a moment staring at the empty little wooden box which should have held the Eye. The box that was now empty. Martinelli went to it and picked it up, turning it in his hand and then looked at the shelf, as if he expected the Eye to be there among the other items and that their eyes had lied to them.
"It is not here, I looked when I had sounded the alarm," Clive Harrison said. Then he frowned, noting that there were only four of them. When this particular alarm was given, all six members of the Circle were to go to the vault room.
Evangeline Langdon had noticed the same, "Where are David and Göran?" she asked going back outside the vault. David Kyriakides and Göran Petersson were the newest members of the Circle, both having joined them a little less than five years ago.
"Has anyone seen them since last night?" Justin Hoffman asked with a growing feeling of apprehension that only increased when no-one had. He was about to sign everyone tasks when one of the guards called from outside the vault. Two guards had been found in the marina, murdered. Langdon, Hoffman, Martinelli and Harrison shared a look. This was not good.
"The Eye has been stolen, and Mr. Petersson and Mr. Kyriakides are missing. Find them! I want every inch of this island searched!" Hoffman ordered.
Three hours later the island had been searched through and through. The body of Göran Petersson had been found in one of the outer sheds, his throat had been slit and he had been left to bleed to death. On his forhead was a sign drawn in his own blood: the mark of Nemehora, the High Priestess of demon-god DaHak. Of Kyriakides and the Eye of Light there was no sign.
Standing over the body Hoffman said:
"So who do we have in Egypt?"
Stonehenge, England
Three days later
Full moon bathed the ancient circle of stones in its silvery glow, glinting off of the small star-shaped object as the priestess raised it high above her head, her soft clear voice chanting the words of an ancient rite.
Their blood red capes looking more like the color black in the dark night, the voices of the six acolytes mingled with hers as they joined in the chanting.
The words fell with increasing passion from her lips as the acolytes placed the items of the binding on the stone altar that was in front of her: a single perfect white pearl, a scimitar wrapped in a piece of worn black cloth, a leather bound diary, a bouquet of dried flowers and a crumpled peace of paper.
Moonlight played tantalizing patterns on the gold painted limbs and body of the priestess as a suddenly risen breeze played gently with her jet black hair and diaphanous dress and the capes of the acolytes. Chanting increasing in its tempo, the priestess laid the star-shaped object with great care beside the other items on the altar. Then her slender fingers reached for the golden dagger in its sheath, tugged beneath the leather strap wrapped around her hips. The dagger's handle was adorned with intricate artwork and precious stones; its narrow, gently curving blade thin and razor sharp as she drew it free.
Holding the dagger in her right hand she outstretched her arms over the items on the altar, closing her eyes tightly in a fervent prayer as she began the final phase of the chant. Then with one fluid move the priestess slid the blade of the dagger across her left wrist, cutting it deeply. As blood swelled quickly from the cut she held her wrist downwards so that the blood dripped on all items on the alter, smearing them well and truly.
One of the acolytes rushed to her when she started to sway from the blood loss; suddenly there was a low rumble of thunder and then lighting flashed across the sky, so bright it blinded all of them for a moment. Leaning to the acolyte but looking up to the sky the priestess intoned:
"It is done. The destinies of the six people who will bring the Master back into the world have began to intertwine. When the time is right they will come to us for they know not who they are and what power they yield together." The priestess smiled, and it was a chilling sight, as she continued, "Soon, my beloved will walk among us once more, and the world shall tremble before His fury. And we, we will be Gods again."
Thousands of miles from each other, six persons stirred in their sleep and whispered a name... DaHak.