It was raining again.
Monifa gazed intently at her lap, pretending to be interested with the way her skirt was weaved. Her hair was a wet tangled mess and she couldn't remember being so tired. Somehow, though, she couldn't bring herself sleep. Maybe it was the loud sound of thunder that boomed every other minute, or maybe it was because she was crammed between Imhotep and two other guards. She was sitting at an angle that made her practically sitting on Imhotep's lap.
He didn't seem to mind one bit.
He didn't seem to care that five people had just died on his command.
Her father was dead. Just when he came back to her, he was killed. She was to blame. How could she have been so stupid? Because of her, innocent people had died.
"You loved him, don't you?"
The sudden sound of Imhotep's voice made her jump.
She had no idea of where he intended to go with that, so she decided to play dumb.
"Who?"
"The boy, Alex."
Her faced hardened and was a wave of grief swept through her.
"I barely knew him."
"That's my girl."
Monifa tugged the cloak tighter around herself suddenly feeling naked under his gaze. She knew she had done the wrong thing by giving into him, but still, would a life with Imhotep be that bad?
*~*~*
They had broken into the mansion after they realized that it was empty.
Alex was the one who found Mr. Scott's body. The men talked amongst themselves as Evelyn took a close look at the books that were sprawled on the floor. They had obviously been dropped at one point or an other.
After a few minutes, Rick walked over to his wife who had her face buried in a thick, leather-bound book.
"What is going on Evie?" He asked, silently begging her to fill him in on everything she knew.
They all found seats around the dining room table.
"How do you know that they are taking her to Sakkara?" Alex asked, breaking the silence.
"She said that they were going home. Back when I was about twenty--" She faltered, "When I was Nefertiri, the step pyramid at Sakkara was being built, my father-the Pharaoh had insisted that I go visit and show interest for a while, he was very fixated on setting me up with the pyramid's constructor, Imhotep.
"When I arrived, I had no idea that not only the pyramid being built, but shrines and temples praising Imhotep were being built as well. Hundreds of sick people were flocking to Imhotep to pray for him, to be healed by him. Anyway, there was this poor pregnant woman, who was without a husband. She had come to him for help, but found herself in labor. Imhotep, being a year or two older than me, birthed her child, a girl. The mother died in child labor; there was nothing he could have done to save her.
"So there was this newborn orphan girl that Imhotep really had no interest in and could have cared less if she had died. I offered to take her back to the palace and raise her to be my personal servant. I had no intention to stay any longer and the girl couldn't have stayed in that diseased place. As soon as I held her in my arms, though, I knew something was special about her. She was the dearest little thing, so I called her Omorose meaning beautiful.
"Years passed and at the completion of the pyramid, Imhotep returned. Omorose grew up to be a fine young woman, and true to her name, was very beautiful. Even though she was my servant, I treated her as a mother would treat her daughter. That's why when Imhotep started to take an obvious interest in her; I tried to keep him away from her. I never liked Imhotep and there was no way I was going to let him have her.
"He kept approaching her and sometimes cornered her, all without me knowing. She had a bad feeling about him too. She kept telling me about his proposals to her and how she refused them every time. Sometimes she'd come to me in tears with her closed ripped or not on properly. Seeing how threatening her wasn't getting him what he wanted, he threatened me. That's when she said yes. She became his wife and they lived at Sakkara for a while. They came back when the Pharaoh's wife died and he wanted Imhotep to perform the wedding for him and his new love interest."
"Anuk-su-namun." Rick and Jonathan said together.
"The guard said something about a 'mark'. What did he mean by that?" Alex asked.
"When she was born, there was a small triangle tattoo-like symbol on her back. It is a mark from the Gods." Ardeth answer.
"But Mum said he was going to kill her." Alex stated.
"He is. On her eighteenth birthday." Ardeth continued, "He will then resurrect her and fulfill the prophecy. Her Mark means that she'll come back with inhuman powers. Together, they could rule the world."
"Who says she'll do it?" Jonathan asked.
"Imhotep has effective ways of persuasion." Evelyn said darkly, "She doesn't stand a chance."
A/N: Ok here it goes:
I saw somewhere Sakkara spelled as Saqqara, but I am using Sakkara. In order for this story to work, I made Imhotep young and I tried to work in what the real Imhotep did in real history. I also made him build the step pyramid at a young age too and I know that the step pyramid was built for a different Pharaoh. He really wasn't that bad of a guy, and I guess I am trying to work that in somehow. I know a baby isn't bloody likely to be born with a tattoo, but keep in mind it is a mark from the Gods.
If any of this bothers you in any way, write me a letter and eat it. Ha ha ha. Just kidding. I am probably being paranoid, please don't flame me for the stuff I mentioned above. If you are going to flame me, say my writing sucks and all that good stuff. Or, you know, you could not flame me at all.
Anyhoo, hope I explained everything a little better in this chapter and if I didn't, everything will come together in the end.
Monifa gazed intently at her lap, pretending to be interested with the way her skirt was weaved. Her hair was a wet tangled mess and she couldn't remember being so tired. Somehow, though, she couldn't bring herself sleep. Maybe it was the loud sound of thunder that boomed every other minute, or maybe it was because she was crammed between Imhotep and two other guards. She was sitting at an angle that made her practically sitting on Imhotep's lap.
He didn't seem to mind one bit.
He didn't seem to care that five people had just died on his command.
Her father was dead. Just when he came back to her, he was killed. She was to blame. How could she have been so stupid? Because of her, innocent people had died.
"You loved him, don't you?"
The sudden sound of Imhotep's voice made her jump.
She had no idea of where he intended to go with that, so she decided to play dumb.
"Who?"
"The boy, Alex."
Her faced hardened and was a wave of grief swept through her.
"I barely knew him."
"That's my girl."
Monifa tugged the cloak tighter around herself suddenly feeling naked under his gaze. She knew she had done the wrong thing by giving into him, but still, would a life with Imhotep be that bad?
*~*~*
They had broken into the mansion after they realized that it was empty.
Alex was the one who found Mr. Scott's body. The men talked amongst themselves as Evelyn took a close look at the books that were sprawled on the floor. They had obviously been dropped at one point or an other.
After a few minutes, Rick walked over to his wife who had her face buried in a thick, leather-bound book.
"What is going on Evie?" He asked, silently begging her to fill him in on everything she knew.
They all found seats around the dining room table.
"How do you know that they are taking her to Sakkara?" Alex asked, breaking the silence.
"She said that they were going home. Back when I was about twenty--" She faltered, "When I was Nefertiri, the step pyramid at Sakkara was being built, my father-the Pharaoh had insisted that I go visit and show interest for a while, he was very fixated on setting me up with the pyramid's constructor, Imhotep.
"When I arrived, I had no idea that not only the pyramid being built, but shrines and temples praising Imhotep were being built as well. Hundreds of sick people were flocking to Imhotep to pray for him, to be healed by him. Anyway, there was this poor pregnant woman, who was without a husband. She had come to him for help, but found herself in labor. Imhotep, being a year or two older than me, birthed her child, a girl. The mother died in child labor; there was nothing he could have done to save her.
"So there was this newborn orphan girl that Imhotep really had no interest in and could have cared less if she had died. I offered to take her back to the palace and raise her to be my personal servant. I had no intention to stay any longer and the girl couldn't have stayed in that diseased place. As soon as I held her in my arms, though, I knew something was special about her. She was the dearest little thing, so I called her Omorose meaning beautiful.
"Years passed and at the completion of the pyramid, Imhotep returned. Omorose grew up to be a fine young woman, and true to her name, was very beautiful. Even though she was my servant, I treated her as a mother would treat her daughter. That's why when Imhotep started to take an obvious interest in her; I tried to keep him away from her. I never liked Imhotep and there was no way I was going to let him have her.
"He kept approaching her and sometimes cornered her, all without me knowing. She had a bad feeling about him too. She kept telling me about his proposals to her and how she refused them every time. Sometimes she'd come to me in tears with her closed ripped or not on properly. Seeing how threatening her wasn't getting him what he wanted, he threatened me. That's when she said yes. She became his wife and they lived at Sakkara for a while. They came back when the Pharaoh's wife died and he wanted Imhotep to perform the wedding for him and his new love interest."
"Anuk-su-namun." Rick and Jonathan said together.
"The guard said something about a 'mark'. What did he mean by that?" Alex asked.
"When she was born, there was a small triangle tattoo-like symbol on her back. It is a mark from the Gods." Ardeth answer.
"But Mum said he was going to kill her." Alex stated.
"He is. On her eighteenth birthday." Ardeth continued, "He will then resurrect her and fulfill the prophecy. Her Mark means that she'll come back with inhuman powers. Together, they could rule the world."
"Who says she'll do it?" Jonathan asked.
"Imhotep has effective ways of persuasion." Evelyn said darkly, "She doesn't stand a chance."
A/N: Ok here it goes:
I saw somewhere Sakkara spelled as Saqqara, but I am using Sakkara. In order for this story to work, I made Imhotep young and I tried to work in what the real Imhotep did in real history. I also made him build the step pyramid at a young age too and I know that the step pyramid was built for a different Pharaoh. He really wasn't that bad of a guy, and I guess I am trying to work that in somehow. I know a baby isn't bloody likely to be born with a tattoo, but keep in mind it is a mark from the Gods.
If any of this bothers you in any way, write me a letter and eat it. Ha ha ha. Just kidding. I am probably being paranoid, please don't flame me for the stuff I mentioned above. If you are going to flame me, say my writing sucks and all that good stuff. Or, you know, you could not flame me at all.
Anyhoo, hope I explained everything a little better in this chapter and if I didn't, everything will come together in the end.