Chapter 4
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That night, when JaKal and Natalie returned home to the Sphinx, everyone gathered in the main room, and all were apprehensive about trying to explain this insanity to Nefertina. No one had any idea as to how she would take it, and there really wasn't any other way than to just come right out with it.
She listened intently as Rath explained to her that she had been a chariot driver in Egypt 3500 years ago, and that she was also a Guardian to Princess Sierra and Presley/Prince Rapses in this new time. He told her about the powers that she possessed, as they all did, and that she was actually a 3500 year old mummy. She seemed to be intrigued by this, though there was no sign of recognition in her eyes.
She'd thought he was joking with her about the whole mummy bit. It was quite a scream to her, really. But then she saw the expression on his face and fell silent for a moment.
"You're serious here, aren't you?" she whispered finally. Rath nodded.
"Quite serious, my dear," he replied as Nefertina turned to the others in the room.
"So does that mean that you're all ancient mummies, too?" she asked.
"All of us except for Natalie and Presley," Armon said.
"But I thought Presley..." she started.
"No, he's the host for the spirit of Prince Rapses," JaKal explained.
"Then how can you...how can I...appear so...alive?" she stammered.
"It's Sierra's Living Illusion spell. It allows us to take on the appearance of being alive so we can move through this new time without arousing any suspicion. But it must be renewed every twenty-four hours if we are to continue that illusion," Rath explained gently, placing his hand lightly on her shoulder as a comforting gesture, though he had the feeling that it really wasn't working. Nefertina sighed.
She sat there in silence, letting it all sink in. Again, she held her head in her squeezing her eyes shut for a minute as if trying to remember something that was just beyond her reach.
Briefly, she heard the sounds of screaming in her mind, then she saw blurry images. She concentrated harder, trying to make the images become clearer, but it was all in vain.
Finally she opened her eyes and gazed up at her companions. Some of the old sparkle had come back into those slate-gray eyes and Rath found himself hoping that it meant that she at least remembered something.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I heard screams. And there were a few blurry images, but I couldn't make out what they were," Nefertina muttered, her eyes glazing over.
Sierra and Valeius exchanged hopeful glances. "You must have been seeing the battle again," Valeius remarked thoughtfully.
Nefertina turned sharply towards him then. "What do you mean? What exactly happened that day?" she asked cautiously.
Rath looked at Sierra and it seemed that she nodded imperceptibly at him as if to say,
*Go on. Tell her, she needs to know. Maybe it will bring something back to her.*
Rath sighed and turned to face his love, taking her hands gently in his. She looked at him in shock at this gesture, but then she dismissed her surprise when she saw the reassuring sparkle in his emerald eyes and bade him to continue.
TBC...The next part is a flashback, basically how she ended up getting amnesia. Hopefully this fic isn't sounding too lame. Like I said, it gets better.
~*Celestia Vitaria*~
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That night, when JaKal and Natalie returned home to the Sphinx, everyone gathered in the main room, and all were apprehensive about trying to explain this insanity to Nefertina. No one had any idea as to how she would take it, and there really wasn't any other way than to just come right out with it.
She listened intently as Rath explained to her that she had been a chariot driver in Egypt 3500 years ago, and that she was also a Guardian to Princess Sierra and Presley/Prince Rapses in this new time. He told her about the powers that she possessed, as they all did, and that she was actually a 3500 year old mummy. She seemed to be intrigued by this, though there was no sign of recognition in her eyes.
She'd thought he was joking with her about the whole mummy bit. It was quite a scream to her, really. But then she saw the expression on his face and fell silent for a moment.
"You're serious here, aren't you?" she whispered finally. Rath nodded.
"Quite serious, my dear," he replied as Nefertina turned to the others in the room.
"So does that mean that you're all ancient mummies, too?" she asked.
"All of us except for Natalie and Presley," Armon said.
"But I thought Presley..." she started.
"No, he's the host for the spirit of Prince Rapses," JaKal explained.
"Then how can you...how can I...appear so...alive?" she stammered.
"It's Sierra's Living Illusion spell. It allows us to take on the appearance of being alive so we can move through this new time without arousing any suspicion. But it must be renewed every twenty-four hours if we are to continue that illusion," Rath explained gently, placing his hand lightly on her shoulder as a comforting gesture, though he had the feeling that it really wasn't working. Nefertina sighed.
She sat there in silence, letting it all sink in. Again, she held her head in her squeezing her eyes shut for a minute as if trying to remember something that was just beyond her reach.
Briefly, she heard the sounds of screaming in her mind, then she saw blurry images. She concentrated harder, trying to make the images become clearer, but it was all in vain.
Finally she opened her eyes and gazed up at her companions. Some of the old sparkle had come back into those slate-gray eyes and Rath found himself hoping that it meant that she at least remembered something.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I heard screams. And there were a few blurry images, but I couldn't make out what they were," Nefertina muttered, her eyes glazing over.
Sierra and Valeius exchanged hopeful glances. "You must have been seeing the battle again," Valeius remarked thoughtfully.
Nefertina turned sharply towards him then. "What do you mean? What exactly happened that day?" she asked cautiously.
Rath looked at Sierra and it seemed that she nodded imperceptibly at him as if to say,
*Go on. Tell her, she needs to know. Maybe it will bring something back to her.*
Rath sighed and turned to face his love, taking her hands gently in his. She looked at him in shock at this gesture, but then she dismissed her surprise when she saw the reassuring sparkle in his emerald eyes and bade him to continue.
TBC...The next part is a flashback, basically how she ended up getting amnesia. Hopefully this fic isn't sounding too lame. Like I said, it gets better.
~*Celestia Vitaria*~
