Love is Eternal By Amazon Mom

Disclaimer: The Nefertiti in this story is NOT the same in the Imhotep stories. This Nefertiti came after Ramses and Seti and was wed to Akhenaten who were parents to the infamous King Tut.





Prologue 1363 BC

As the sun set over the desert, a lone form gazed upon it from the balcony of her rooms. Her eyes shining not only with the light of the fading day but with excitement. For this was the day her father would announce her betrothal. Her name is Amen-Ra and she is the 17 year old daughter of the Pharoh Akhenaten and his wife, Nefertiti. She was a gift from the gods and her beauty showed it. Her long black hair hung pass her supple hips, her skin the color of burnt gold, her eyes pools of onyx. As she proceeds to the throne room she smiles at both her parents and then takes a seat on a small stool at the foot of her father's chair. Standing nearby are two men, both awaiting to hear whom she shall wed, both members of the royal Med-jai.

Amen-Ra looked at the first, Binemwase and tried not to grimace. The man reeked of evil and his vulpine, sharply chiseled face her blood run cold. His large hand stroked the bald roundness of his head as the deep pits of his eyes looked over her delicate form. Turning quickly she looked to the one standing by him, Khnum. With a gentle smile from him she forgot about Binemwase and her heart pounded within her breast. His long dark hair framed the handsome face. His brown eyes were filled with love and the slight curve of his lips showed the softness within his heart. A strong hand gripped the handle of his sword as he stood with a noble carriage. They have loved one another since she was a child. With a slight nod from him she calmed and looked towards her father, wishing he would hurry. As Akhenaten stands the room quiets.

"At long last the time for decision has come. The gods have answered me and have told me whom my daughter should wed and now I let it be known," the Pharoh speaks as he looks over his people. "The man who shall wed my daughter, Amen-Ra shall be ... Khnum!" As cheers ring out, Amen-Ra stands and walks to Khnum, taking his hand. He then takes a piece of cord and ties around her wrist, a sign that they are to be joined together. Suddenly, she glances over at Binemwase and freezes. The hatred in his eyes showing through. As Nefertiti comes to congratulate them a servant passes over a cup of wine for a toast. Unseen by others, Binemwase takes the cup and dumps some sort of powder into it before passing it onto Khnum. Khnum clears his throat. "Today the gods smile upon me by giving me Amen-Ra. And I pray that they will give us many children as homage to our beloved Pharoh and his Queen." He then passes the cup to Amen-Ra who drinks it. Binemwase's eye's widen for it was to be drunk by Khnum. With a scream he knocks the cup from her hand.

"NO!" The room seems to stop in time as everyone watches him. Suddenly, Amen-Ra gasps and grabs her stomach, her golden complexion paling. As the priests are called she collapses, the pain filling her as her life slowly ebbs away. Her eyes lock with those of Khnum and she sees the tears well up as he holds her close. "I am here my love and will not leave you, by the gods I will find you no matter where you go and not even Anubis can stop me." With the last of her strength, Amen-Ra removes a small ring from her finger and hands it to Khnum. "This will help me find you. When you return it to me, it will be as my husband." With a small gasps she dies. With pain and hatred, Khnum stands and charges Binemwase, drawing his scimitar. "You took my heart," he growls, "now I shall take yours." And with one swipe he thrusts his sword deeply into the evil heart of his enemy. Akhenaten stands by him and puts a hand upon his shoulder as silent tears slide down Khnum's cheeks.

As Amen-Ra's body was carefully prepared, a temple was made for her on the shores of the Nile in Luxor. A special ornate wood coffin was made for her and before she was put inside, Khnum put a special amulet beneath her head. The inscription read:

"Awake from the swoon in which you sleep and a glance of your eyes will triumph over everything that is done against you"

Years passed, Pharohs came and went and in quiet Amen-Ra slept. But that would not last long.

In the late 1890s, four rich young Englishmen visiting the excavations at Luxor were invited to buy an exquisitely fashioned mummy case containing the remains of Princess of Amen-Ra. They drew lots. The man who won paid several thousand pounds and had the coffin taken to his hotel. A few hours later, he was seen walking out towards the desert. He never returned. The next day, one of the remaining three men was shot by an Egyptian servant, accidentally. His arm was so severely wounded it had to be amputated. The 3rd man in the foursome found on his return home that the bank holding his entire savings had failed. The 4th guy suffered a severe illness, lost his job and was reduced to selling matches in the street.

Despite these hazards, the coffin made it to England and was brought by a London businessman. After three of his family members had been injured in a road accident and his house damaged by fire, the businessman donated it to the British Museum. As the coffin was being unloaded from a truck in the museum courtyard, the truck suddenly went into reverse and trapped a passerby. Then as the casket was being lifted up the stairs by two workmen, one fell and broke his leg. The other, apparently in perfect health, died unaccountably two days later. Once the Princess was installed in the Egyptian Room, trouble really started. Museum's night watchmen frequently heard frantic hammering and sobbing from the coffin. Other exhibits in the room were also often hurled about at night. One watchman died on duty causing the other watchmen wanting to quit. Cleaners refused to go near the Princess too.

Finally the Museum had the coffin locked in a vault. Years later an American, hearing of the curse offered to buy the coffin. Though the Museum tried to deter him from the sale, the amount offered was too much for them to ignore. It was loaded onto a ship headed to America and was never seen again. The date was April, 1912 and the name of the ship was the Titanic.