Saga Side Story: Treasures of Egypt
Disclaimer: I own nothing of this except the obvious, the rest belongs to JK Rowling.
Authors Note: This story was inspired by the movie-trilogy 'The Mummy', 'The Mummy Returns' and 'The Scorpion King'. I have taken some things from the movies, like the Medjai and Ardeth himself, but I am not making any money from this, so don't flame.
I also know that Set and Selket aren't evil, but in my story they are. If this offends someone please accept my appologies.
Thanks to my wonderful beta and friend Paladin Steelbreaker.
Chapter Three
"The legend say that the Shield of the Gods is hidden somewhere in the oasis," Ardeth explained.
"Shield of the Gods?" Harry asked.
"It is made out of pure Light Magic. When the sun hits it the light is reflected ten times stronger. And any evil creature hit with this light, be it mortal or immortal, dies instantly. The gods gave it to the pharaohs counsellor and architect, Imhotep, who placed it on the top of a pyramid. The sunlight hit it and they defeated a dark army sent by the evil gods Set and Selket. However, the Shield was stolen the same night by Nassithoth, an agent of Set's, and he took it to the oasis of Ankh-Torom which was given to him by the two gods."
Harry nodded. "That sounds interesting. And you want the Shield?"
"Imhotep was originally a Medjai before he became an architect and counsellor," the man on the horse said. "So the shield rightfully belongs to my people."
"If that is the truth, then the Shield does belong to you and no one else." For the thousandth time that morning, Harry wished that he still had his sunglasses. The sun was killing him. "Why haven't you gone in and got it before?"
"Many have tried, none have returned."
"Then why are you going with me?"
Ardeth smirked and looked up at Harry. "There's something about you, Englishman, that makes me believe that this time we might succeed."
"Well, I thank you for your trust," Harry replied.
"And your reasons," Ardeth pushed on. So far Harry had played with words and managed to avoid any questions about his business in the oasis - except for saving the archaeologists - but it didn't look like the man was so easily thrown off. "What are your reasons for going into the oasis beside the archaeologists?"
"The Book of the Living and the Book of the Dead." Harry replied.
Both Ardeth and his horse stopped in their tracks. "The spellbooks of the ancient wizards?!"
"The very same."
"What makes you so sure that these are the two originals?" the Medjai asked as he caught up again. "There are 500 copies found by archaeologists so far."
"Call it a hunch." Harry narrowed his eyes, something was coming straight towards them, and it was big. "The archaeologist team found the two books at a dig a few weeks ago. They read them and put the clues together, that's how they found the oasis."
Ardeth had also noticed the approaching... whatever it was, and was beginning to look slightly worried. "That explains a lot of things. Looks like a sandstorm."
Harry didn't reply. Instead he got off the camel that laid down in the sand, and started to put up a tent. Ardeth helped him, as his horse lay down beside the camel. In minutes they had put up a good tent that would be able to endure the worst of storms, with a little aid from Harry that is, and got inside.
"What did you mean by that?" The leader and founder of the Red Dragons asked.
"The Book of the Dead can be used to bring someone back to life," the Medjai explained. "While the Book of the Living is used to take life. You said that the archaeologists opened both books, right? And that they read from each?"
"Yes, that's true."
"After a few years of living alone in the oasis - only now and then seeing other people that had gotten lost - Nassithoth got fed up with it all, and let Set and Selket mummify him while he was still alive. Then the two gods cast a curse upon him. When someone found the two books and read from them, then Nassithoth would rise again. He sucks the magic out of this land like a leech sucks blood. Soon he will be strong enough to try to take over the world, and this time he will succeed."
"That's bad." Harry mumbled. A 4000 year old dead guy coming to take over the world. Well, you didn't get that every day.
"You don't seem shocked or worried." Ardeth pointed out.
Harry shrugged. "As I said, I am used to such things. Anything else you want to tell me about this Nassithoth-fellow before we reach the oasis?"
"He has no soul, and no mortal weapon can kill him."
"There had to be a catch somewhere, didn't it? So, how does one kill him?"
"By reading from the Book of the Living. But here lies another problem," the Medjai-warrior said. "To read from the book and make the spell work, you need two things. One is magic and the other is the ability to read hieroglyphs. I can read hieroglyphs, so there you were lucky, but I am not a wizard."
"And as long as the book is open Nassy sucks the magic out of you. Perfect. Can it get more complicated than this?"
"Well, there's the traps and enchantments and whatnots we have to break and get through before we reach the pyramid where Nassithoth is said to be buried. Then we have to brave the dangers of the pyramid itself."
"Yep, it can." Harry sighed. "I really wonder sometimes if there are gods up there that really, really hate me."
Ardeth chuckled.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
The sandstorm lasted for hours. Most of the time was spent in silence between Harry and Ardeth, both deep in thought about the upcoming adventure. Harry was wishing that he hadn't sent Osiris off without a plea for help, and Ardeth wasn't sure what to make of the green-eyed man sitting opposite him. The man was taking things that would make other men send the Medjai to a mental hospital, extremely calmly. It was suspicious and weird. That was the most important reason why he went along on this suicide mission; to keep an eye at the man.
Once the storm was over the two of them quickly took down the tent and packed up their stuff. They had to dig the two animals out of the sand as the poor creatures were half-way buried. Then they could set off towards the oasis itself.
They followed an old riverbed. The dunes of sand rising on each side ended in high cliffs. The sounds of their animals footsteps echoed for a long time between the cliffs, and Harry was worried that it might set off a rockslide. At times they would come across a small bush that was completely dried, otherwise there was nothing there.
Nothing until Harry noticed something. It was sticking out of one of the dead bushes. He stopped the camel and jumped off before the animal could even think about getting down on its knees. Ardeth got off his horse as well, took the reins of both animals and led them over to Harry.
"What did you find?" the Medjai asked.
Harry stood up and turned. In his hands was a modern-day flashlight. One of those that could easily fit into your pocket, and wasn't more than an inch in length. "They were here." He said referring to the archaeologists.
"That means that they were still alive." Ardeth said.
"Think there might be the slightest chance that they are still alive?" Harry asked and got onto the camel.
"They have been missing for over a week now." The other man pointed out. "There's a small chance that they survived, yet then the gods really must have pity on them."
"Or Nassy wanted to play." Harry added and they continued.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
"My god." Harry whispered as he gazed upon the sight before him.
They had finally reached the oasis, except for the fact that it looked more like a small jungle than a simple oasis. There were waterfalls, a huge river, and trees upon trees until the other side. The place was surrounded by tall mountains on all sides, and apparently the only way in and out was by the way Harry and Ardeth had come. In the middle of it all stood a great pyramid with a diamond glittering on the top.
Event he Medjai looked awed. He mumbled something in his own tongue, and stared.
"Listen." Harry said after a while.
"What is it?"
"That's it, there's no birds singing. And a place like this you'd expect to be flooded with animals."
Ardeth nodded after a while listening. "Lets be careful and not rush in." He got off his horse and started to unpack his many swords, daggers and guns. Harry got off the camel and followed his example. Then Ardeth bound the reins of the two animals and chased his horse off. The camel could only follow. "Don't worry my friend. He will come when I call for him," he said to Harry and handed him a sword. "You know how to use one?"
"More or less." Harry replied.
"You will need to know the ways of the sword extremely well if you are going to survive this." The Medjai said and checked that all his weapons were in their place.
"I'll manage."
The two of them turned towards the green jungle and entered the oasis.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
There, what do you think?
Thanks to:
HarryPotter21, chaser1, PhoenixTears101, Andine, Chicken Stars, insanechildfanfic, Jess16 and hermionepotter141.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of this except the obvious, the rest belongs to JK Rowling.
Authors Note: This story was inspired by the movie-trilogy 'The Mummy', 'The Mummy Returns' and 'The Scorpion King'. I have taken some things from the movies, like the Medjai and Ardeth himself, but I am not making any money from this, so don't flame.
I also know that Set and Selket aren't evil, but in my story they are. If this offends someone please accept my appologies.
Thanks to my wonderful beta and friend Paladin Steelbreaker.
Chapter Three
"The legend say that the Shield of the Gods is hidden somewhere in the oasis," Ardeth explained.
"Shield of the Gods?" Harry asked.
"It is made out of pure Light Magic. When the sun hits it the light is reflected ten times stronger. And any evil creature hit with this light, be it mortal or immortal, dies instantly. The gods gave it to the pharaohs counsellor and architect, Imhotep, who placed it on the top of a pyramid. The sunlight hit it and they defeated a dark army sent by the evil gods Set and Selket. However, the Shield was stolen the same night by Nassithoth, an agent of Set's, and he took it to the oasis of Ankh-Torom which was given to him by the two gods."
Harry nodded. "That sounds interesting. And you want the Shield?"
"Imhotep was originally a Medjai before he became an architect and counsellor," the man on the horse said. "So the shield rightfully belongs to my people."
"If that is the truth, then the Shield does belong to you and no one else." For the thousandth time that morning, Harry wished that he still had his sunglasses. The sun was killing him. "Why haven't you gone in and got it before?"
"Many have tried, none have returned."
"Then why are you going with me?"
Ardeth smirked and looked up at Harry. "There's something about you, Englishman, that makes me believe that this time we might succeed."
"Well, I thank you for your trust," Harry replied.
"And your reasons," Ardeth pushed on. So far Harry had played with words and managed to avoid any questions about his business in the oasis - except for saving the archaeologists - but it didn't look like the man was so easily thrown off. "What are your reasons for going into the oasis beside the archaeologists?"
"The Book of the Living and the Book of the Dead." Harry replied.
Both Ardeth and his horse stopped in their tracks. "The spellbooks of the ancient wizards?!"
"The very same."
"What makes you so sure that these are the two originals?" the Medjai asked as he caught up again. "There are 500 copies found by archaeologists so far."
"Call it a hunch." Harry narrowed his eyes, something was coming straight towards them, and it was big. "The archaeologist team found the two books at a dig a few weeks ago. They read them and put the clues together, that's how they found the oasis."
Ardeth had also noticed the approaching... whatever it was, and was beginning to look slightly worried. "That explains a lot of things. Looks like a sandstorm."
Harry didn't reply. Instead he got off the camel that laid down in the sand, and started to put up a tent. Ardeth helped him, as his horse lay down beside the camel. In minutes they had put up a good tent that would be able to endure the worst of storms, with a little aid from Harry that is, and got inside.
"What did you mean by that?" The leader and founder of the Red Dragons asked.
"The Book of the Dead can be used to bring someone back to life," the Medjai explained. "While the Book of the Living is used to take life. You said that the archaeologists opened both books, right? And that they read from each?"
"Yes, that's true."
"After a few years of living alone in the oasis - only now and then seeing other people that had gotten lost - Nassithoth got fed up with it all, and let Set and Selket mummify him while he was still alive. Then the two gods cast a curse upon him. When someone found the two books and read from them, then Nassithoth would rise again. He sucks the magic out of this land like a leech sucks blood. Soon he will be strong enough to try to take over the world, and this time he will succeed."
"That's bad." Harry mumbled. A 4000 year old dead guy coming to take over the world. Well, you didn't get that every day.
"You don't seem shocked or worried." Ardeth pointed out.
Harry shrugged. "As I said, I am used to such things. Anything else you want to tell me about this Nassithoth-fellow before we reach the oasis?"
"He has no soul, and no mortal weapon can kill him."
"There had to be a catch somewhere, didn't it? So, how does one kill him?"
"By reading from the Book of the Living. But here lies another problem," the Medjai-warrior said. "To read from the book and make the spell work, you need two things. One is magic and the other is the ability to read hieroglyphs. I can read hieroglyphs, so there you were lucky, but I am not a wizard."
"And as long as the book is open Nassy sucks the magic out of you. Perfect. Can it get more complicated than this?"
"Well, there's the traps and enchantments and whatnots we have to break and get through before we reach the pyramid where Nassithoth is said to be buried. Then we have to brave the dangers of the pyramid itself."
"Yep, it can." Harry sighed. "I really wonder sometimes if there are gods up there that really, really hate me."
Ardeth chuckled.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
The sandstorm lasted for hours. Most of the time was spent in silence between Harry and Ardeth, both deep in thought about the upcoming adventure. Harry was wishing that he hadn't sent Osiris off without a plea for help, and Ardeth wasn't sure what to make of the green-eyed man sitting opposite him. The man was taking things that would make other men send the Medjai to a mental hospital, extremely calmly. It was suspicious and weird. That was the most important reason why he went along on this suicide mission; to keep an eye at the man.
Once the storm was over the two of them quickly took down the tent and packed up their stuff. They had to dig the two animals out of the sand as the poor creatures were half-way buried. Then they could set off towards the oasis itself.
They followed an old riverbed. The dunes of sand rising on each side ended in high cliffs. The sounds of their animals footsteps echoed for a long time between the cliffs, and Harry was worried that it might set off a rockslide. At times they would come across a small bush that was completely dried, otherwise there was nothing there.
Nothing until Harry noticed something. It was sticking out of one of the dead bushes. He stopped the camel and jumped off before the animal could even think about getting down on its knees. Ardeth got off his horse as well, took the reins of both animals and led them over to Harry.
"What did you find?" the Medjai asked.
Harry stood up and turned. In his hands was a modern-day flashlight. One of those that could easily fit into your pocket, and wasn't more than an inch in length. "They were here." He said referring to the archaeologists.
"That means that they were still alive." Ardeth said.
"Think there might be the slightest chance that they are still alive?" Harry asked and got onto the camel.
"They have been missing for over a week now." The other man pointed out. "There's a small chance that they survived, yet then the gods really must have pity on them."
"Or Nassy wanted to play." Harry added and they continued.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
"My god." Harry whispered as he gazed upon the sight before him.
They had finally reached the oasis, except for the fact that it looked more like a small jungle than a simple oasis. There were waterfalls, a huge river, and trees upon trees until the other side. The place was surrounded by tall mountains on all sides, and apparently the only way in and out was by the way Harry and Ardeth had come. In the middle of it all stood a great pyramid with a diamond glittering on the top.
Event he Medjai looked awed. He mumbled something in his own tongue, and stared.
"Listen." Harry said after a while.
"What is it?"
"That's it, there's no birds singing. And a place like this you'd expect to be flooded with animals."
Ardeth nodded after a while listening. "Lets be careful and not rush in." He got off his horse and started to unpack his many swords, daggers and guns. Harry got off the camel and followed his example. Then Ardeth bound the reins of the two animals and chased his horse off. The camel could only follow. "Don't worry my friend. He will come when I call for him," he said to Harry and handed him a sword. "You know how to use one?"
"More or less." Harry replied.
"You will need to know the ways of the sword extremely well if you are going to survive this." The Medjai said and checked that all his weapons were in their place.
"I'll manage."
The two of them turned towards the green jungle and entered the oasis.
'~~''~~''~~''~~'
There, what do you think?
Thanks to:
HarryPotter21, chaser1, PhoenixTears101, Andine, Chicken Stars, insanechildfanfic, Jess16 and hermionepotter141.