A/N: I do not own he mummy blah blah.... Oh Fuck that! I do own Beni
!!! He is mine!!! I also own Ryelle.
PS there will be a lot of time jumping in this story, but it will be
clearly stated. ENJOY!
She ran, ran across the moonlight sands. She had been running for three days, with no rest, no food, no shoes and no water. She ran for her life, she ran for another's, she ran.
She stopped. She could hear her pursuers, their cry of war sent shivers down her spine. If she was caught it would be disastrous, there was more than one life hanging in the balance now. Then she saw it. The city, it was there just a bit further. With new found energy, she sped towards Hamunaptra.
It's three days ago... She woke with a start. Sweat pouring down her face. Suddenly it all made sense, the dreams, the visions, they all meant something. She knew what she had to do.
The elders were in the great hall, taking part in the annual feast. Watching them from the shadows of the doorway, she felt a pang of jealousy. Juveniles, such as herself, were not permitted to take part in such traditions. Her eyes scanned the faces there. Two of them belonged to the guards. She grinned. Her plan had banked on the fact that the chamber would be unguarded. There would be spells and curses of course, but those could be handled more quickly, without raising alarm.
With a simple wave of her hand, and the correct words muttered under her breath, so as not to be heard, the spells which bound the doors to the chamber were gone. She was careful not to step into the chamber, for it was common knowledge that the floor was riddled with booby-traps. In the centre of the room was a pedestal, on the pedestal a cloth, and on the cloth the key. The object she sought after, without which her journey could not take place. Carefully she looped it with her rope, and with a flick of her wrist brought the key to rest in her hand.
For the second time that night, she grinned.
It's six days ago...
She was dreaming again. Mixed images filled her head. Pictures of a man, a mummy, scarab beetles and a voice, the voice of the Gods. They told her a story, something she had to do, somewhere she had to go... to find him. A trapped soul somewhere... Awakened by the sound of others, she dismissed her dream and dressed for the days chores.
The present day...
She reached the gates. Her pursuers followed close behind. She collapsed at the foot of the statue of Anubis, her hands shaking with fear, she clasped the key around her neck. Breaking it's chain she pressed the key into the base of the statue, she turned it. A sound like thunder shot through the ground, stopping her pursuers in their tracks. She turned to look at them.
"Ryelle! Why do you do this? You go against everything you have learnt as a Mejia! Surely no dead is worth this?"
She stood up and turned to face them, "I have been assigned this mission by the Gods! Whatever the consequences it is their doing!" She turned back to the statue and said in ancient Egyptian, "Death is only the beginning!!!"
Nothing seemed to happen, but below the ground, in a room full of gold. There lay the remains of several hundred scarab beetles, surrounding a corpse. As she uttered the last syllable the corpse was awakened!
She ran, ran across the moonlight sands. She had been running for three days, with no rest, no food, no shoes and no water. She ran for her life, she ran for another's, she ran.
She stopped. She could hear her pursuers, their cry of war sent shivers down her spine. If she was caught it would be disastrous, there was more than one life hanging in the balance now. Then she saw it. The city, it was there just a bit further. With new found energy, she sped towards Hamunaptra.
It's three days ago... She woke with a start. Sweat pouring down her face. Suddenly it all made sense, the dreams, the visions, they all meant something. She knew what she had to do.
The elders were in the great hall, taking part in the annual feast. Watching them from the shadows of the doorway, she felt a pang of jealousy. Juveniles, such as herself, were not permitted to take part in such traditions. Her eyes scanned the faces there. Two of them belonged to the guards. She grinned. Her plan had banked on the fact that the chamber would be unguarded. There would be spells and curses of course, but those could be handled more quickly, without raising alarm.
With a simple wave of her hand, and the correct words muttered under her breath, so as not to be heard, the spells which bound the doors to the chamber were gone. She was careful not to step into the chamber, for it was common knowledge that the floor was riddled with booby-traps. In the centre of the room was a pedestal, on the pedestal a cloth, and on the cloth the key. The object she sought after, without which her journey could not take place. Carefully she looped it with her rope, and with a flick of her wrist brought the key to rest in her hand.
For the second time that night, she grinned.
It's six days ago...
She was dreaming again. Mixed images filled her head. Pictures of a man, a mummy, scarab beetles and a voice, the voice of the Gods. They told her a story, something she had to do, somewhere she had to go... to find him. A trapped soul somewhere... Awakened by the sound of others, she dismissed her dream and dressed for the days chores.
The present day...
She reached the gates. Her pursuers followed close behind. She collapsed at the foot of the statue of Anubis, her hands shaking with fear, she clasped the key around her neck. Breaking it's chain she pressed the key into the base of the statue, she turned it. A sound like thunder shot through the ground, stopping her pursuers in their tracks. She turned to look at them.
"Ryelle! Why do you do this? You go against everything you have learnt as a Mejia! Surely no dead is worth this?"
She stood up and turned to face them, "I have been assigned this mission by the Gods! Whatever the consequences it is their doing!" She turned back to the statue and said in ancient Egyptian, "Death is only the beginning!!!"
Nothing seemed to happen, but below the ground, in a room full of gold. There lay the remains of several hundred scarab beetles, surrounding a corpse. As she uttered the last syllable the corpse was awakened!