Summary: Ok we're going back to Evie's and Rick's and even JONATHON'S past
lives! Hahahaha Jonathon's will be good! lol! Anyway, we're going back to
see why Evie is sooooooo unsettled about her and Rick's BLOSSOMING
relationship! Let me know what you think! And for all of you who are kinda
new to this, here is some help!
Nefertiri (Nef - ER -tear-ee) - Evie's past life Jamazine (CHA-mah-zeen) - Ami's past life Ronan (RO-non) - Rick's past life Taheel (Tah-heel) - Jonathon's past life
Disclaimer: OK, Don't own any of Steven Sommers characters Rick, Evie, Jonathon, Anck-su-namun, Imhotep, Seti, Ramses or Nefertiri, but I DO own Ami, her past life character, Jamazine and I own Jonathon's and Rick's past life characters Ronan and Taheel!
On with the goods! ;)
1294 B.C. :
Nefertiri stared outside from her balcony at the Egyptian sun sinking low in the sky. She was waiting for the sun to set, so that she and her best friend Jamazine might take their evening oil baths. Suddenly, her servant Cherezade came in.
"Princess, your father wishes to see you" she said, bowing and motioning for Nefertiri to leave the room. Nefertiri checked her reflection, adding a bit more kohl to her eyes, and headed out of her chambers. She entered the throne room, in her white silk evening dress, walking toward her father.
"Father it is so good to see you!" Nefertiri said, embracing her father.
"Yes daughter it is very good to see you also" Seti answered. "I have some news for you" he told Nefertiri as she settled on her knees in front of him.
"What is it Father?" she replied, wondering what he was talking about.
"You have a new body guard, my dear. He is a highly recommended and highly accomplished Medjai." Seti said, as a young man walked in. Nefertiri got to her feet. The young man had chestnut brown hair, and the clearest blue eyes she had ever seen. He was about five foot ten inches, but very strong. She noticed he had many weapons on his belt, but what caught her attention was the mark on his wrist. She knew it was the traditional Medjai mark, but she felt different when seeing it.
"His name is Ronan" Seti said, walking toward Ronan, his arm outstretched.
Ronan was amazed at her beauty. She had a delicate gold headress on her head, her straight dark brown hair braided with solid gold. Her chocolate brown eyes lined with black, her lips covered with gold. He noticed that her white dress was sleeveless, a gold belt accenting her tiny waist. His breath caught in his throat, but stood as he should.
"He will be with you everywhere you go from now on. Ronan, this is my eldest daughter, Nefertiri, Princess of the Nile. Nefertiri, this is Ronan, son of Mecka Minhi, the Head of the Twelve Tribes."
"So is he handsome?" Jamazine asked Nefertiri, each in their separate tubs, which faced each other. Nefertiri dismissed her servants, as did Jamazine so they could speak in private. "You wouldn't believe the eyes he has Jamazine!" Nefertiri said, pouring coconut oil into her hair, and massaging her head. "Well, is anything going to result from this?" Jamazine asked cautiously, massaging her colar bone and neck with peanut oil. "You can't be serious Jamazine!" Nefertiri said, surprised. "He would surely be killed!" she continued as she rinsed the oil out of her hair. "Well, if you were meant to be together, the Gods and fate will see to it." Jamazine said.
The sun was rising in the Egyptian sky, when Ronan entered Princess Nefertiri's chambers. He saw her in a black silk wrap, as she sat on the window ledge waiting for her servants to bring the days clothings. "Good morning Princess" Ronan said, walking over to her. "Good Morning Ronan" she said. It had been six months since Ronan had first come to the palace. They were quite accustomed to each other. But today, Nefertiri felt very uncomfortable around him. She had had a dream the previous night, and she was afraid to think what he might mean.
"They made it! Oh thank god!" the women said. Nefertiri saw herself standing behind everything. She heard a man say "Yes....great....fabulous" as he dropped a bag. The woman turned. 'Oh my god! It's me!' She said to herself. Then she saw it. Anck-su-namun, stabbed the woman! 'She's stabbing me!' She said to herself, rushing forward. She stood watching as Imhotep threw the man several yards, and smiled at the bleeding woman. "Why is he smiling?? She just stabbed me!' she thought, bending over and trying to help the bleeding woman. 'How am I here and dying at the same time?' She kept asking herself. Then she saw him. Ronan was running toward her. But he wasn't running toward her, he was running toward the bleeding woman. "Evie! Evie!" He kept yelling. "Who is Evie?" she asked. She tood up and backed away, as Ronan dropped to his knees. "Evie! Evie oh my-Evie you're real strong you're gonna make it, you're gonna make it. What do I do? What do I do Evie?" Ronan kept saying. "Rick!" The other man yelled. Nefertiri backed away even more as she realized this woman dying was her. Ronan was her husband. Only he wasn't Ronan. He was 'Rick' and she was 'Evie'. She stopped thinking long enough to hear the woman say "Take care of Alex. I love you" Nefertiri looked up and saw a little boy. 'My god, that's my son?' She thought. She knew where they were. They were at the temple of Amh- Shere. 'But it doesn't look like this!' She thought. 'The temple of Amh- Shere has people working in the temple!' It was then she realized something. 'This isn't my life. This is a future life.' She dropped to her knees, and saw her future self take her last breath. She got angry. Ronan had let her die. He hadn't protected her. He had sat there and let her die!
Nefertiri walked out of the room, and headed to ask her father to take a trip: To the temple of Amh-Shere.
Wow.....gettin pretty intense, huh? Well do you blame the girl? If I saw myself die I'd be pretty freaked too! Do you wanna know what happens next? All you have to do is press that little purple button on your left! Thanxz love ya!
Nefertiri (Nef - ER -tear-ee) - Evie's past life Jamazine (CHA-mah-zeen) - Ami's past life Ronan (RO-non) - Rick's past life Taheel (Tah-heel) - Jonathon's past life
Disclaimer: OK, Don't own any of Steven Sommers characters Rick, Evie, Jonathon, Anck-su-namun, Imhotep, Seti, Ramses or Nefertiri, but I DO own Ami, her past life character, Jamazine and I own Jonathon's and Rick's past life characters Ronan and Taheel!
On with the goods! ;)
1294 B.C. :
Nefertiri stared outside from her balcony at the Egyptian sun sinking low in the sky. She was waiting for the sun to set, so that she and her best friend Jamazine might take their evening oil baths. Suddenly, her servant Cherezade came in.
"Princess, your father wishes to see you" she said, bowing and motioning for Nefertiri to leave the room. Nefertiri checked her reflection, adding a bit more kohl to her eyes, and headed out of her chambers. She entered the throne room, in her white silk evening dress, walking toward her father.
"Father it is so good to see you!" Nefertiri said, embracing her father.
"Yes daughter it is very good to see you also" Seti answered. "I have some news for you" he told Nefertiri as she settled on her knees in front of him.
"What is it Father?" she replied, wondering what he was talking about.
"You have a new body guard, my dear. He is a highly recommended and highly accomplished Medjai." Seti said, as a young man walked in. Nefertiri got to her feet. The young man had chestnut brown hair, and the clearest blue eyes she had ever seen. He was about five foot ten inches, but very strong. She noticed he had many weapons on his belt, but what caught her attention was the mark on his wrist. She knew it was the traditional Medjai mark, but she felt different when seeing it.
"His name is Ronan" Seti said, walking toward Ronan, his arm outstretched.
Ronan was amazed at her beauty. She had a delicate gold headress on her head, her straight dark brown hair braided with solid gold. Her chocolate brown eyes lined with black, her lips covered with gold. He noticed that her white dress was sleeveless, a gold belt accenting her tiny waist. His breath caught in his throat, but stood as he should.
"He will be with you everywhere you go from now on. Ronan, this is my eldest daughter, Nefertiri, Princess of the Nile. Nefertiri, this is Ronan, son of Mecka Minhi, the Head of the Twelve Tribes."
"So is he handsome?" Jamazine asked Nefertiri, each in their separate tubs, which faced each other. Nefertiri dismissed her servants, as did Jamazine so they could speak in private. "You wouldn't believe the eyes he has Jamazine!" Nefertiri said, pouring coconut oil into her hair, and massaging her head. "Well, is anything going to result from this?" Jamazine asked cautiously, massaging her colar bone and neck with peanut oil. "You can't be serious Jamazine!" Nefertiri said, surprised. "He would surely be killed!" she continued as she rinsed the oil out of her hair. "Well, if you were meant to be together, the Gods and fate will see to it." Jamazine said.
The sun was rising in the Egyptian sky, when Ronan entered Princess Nefertiri's chambers. He saw her in a black silk wrap, as she sat on the window ledge waiting for her servants to bring the days clothings. "Good morning Princess" Ronan said, walking over to her. "Good Morning Ronan" she said. It had been six months since Ronan had first come to the palace. They were quite accustomed to each other. But today, Nefertiri felt very uncomfortable around him. She had had a dream the previous night, and she was afraid to think what he might mean.
"They made it! Oh thank god!" the women said. Nefertiri saw herself standing behind everything. She heard a man say "Yes....great....fabulous" as he dropped a bag. The woman turned. 'Oh my god! It's me!' She said to herself. Then she saw it. Anck-su-namun, stabbed the woman! 'She's stabbing me!' She said to herself, rushing forward. She stood watching as Imhotep threw the man several yards, and smiled at the bleeding woman. "Why is he smiling?? She just stabbed me!' she thought, bending over and trying to help the bleeding woman. 'How am I here and dying at the same time?' She kept asking herself. Then she saw him. Ronan was running toward her. But he wasn't running toward her, he was running toward the bleeding woman. "Evie! Evie!" He kept yelling. "Who is Evie?" she asked. She tood up and backed away, as Ronan dropped to his knees. "Evie! Evie oh my-Evie you're real strong you're gonna make it, you're gonna make it. What do I do? What do I do Evie?" Ronan kept saying. "Rick!" The other man yelled. Nefertiri backed away even more as she realized this woman dying was her. Ronan was her husband. Only he wasn't Ronan. He was 'Rick' and she was 'Evie'. She stopped thinking long enough to hear the woman say "Take care of Alex. I love you" Nefertiri looked up and saw a little boy. 'My god, that's my son?' She thought. She knew where they were. They were at the temple of Amh- Shere. 'But it doesn't look like this!' She thought. 'The temple of Amh- Shere has people working in the temple!' It was then she realized something. 'This isn't my life. This is a future life.' She dropped to her knees, and saw her future self take her last breath. She got angry. Ronan had let her die. He hadn't protected her. He had sat there and let her die!
Nefertiri walked out of the room, and headed to ask her father to take a trip: To the temple of Amh-Shere.
Wow.....gettin pretty intense, huh? Well do you blame the girl? If I saw myself die I'd be pretty freaked too! Do you wanna know what happens next? All you have to do is press that little purple button on your left! Thanxz love ya!