When I awoke I realized I didn't know where I was. It was dark and not much air. I reached out to see if there was a light switch but there wasn't any. I reached up but stopped abruptly, there was something covering me. I reached up again to see if I could remove it but nothing. Then with all of my strength I reached up and shoved it aside. With in a second of moving the top sunlight sprang in.
I sat up looked around. I'm in a tomb was all I could think. I stepped out of the box and turned around. I wasn't in a box but a coffin.
"Ewe, that's disgusting." I said aloud. "I was in a coffin. With someone dead." I looked in and heaved a sigh. There was no one in there. I looked around for a way out or a way back. Nothing. It was dark and cold. I looked up and up say a 8 meters high was window.
"Maybe I could climb through that?" I thought aloud. I started to climb up to the top. I piled on a couple of boxes. I thought for a second that I wouldn't make it because I slipped twice, but finally I made it to the top and climbed out.
As I feel out of the window, I heard below me someone speaking. As I listened closely I heard:
"She has desecrated the tomb of our pharaoh, grab her. She has desecrated the tomb of our pharaoh, grab her. The next thing I knew I was grabbed and dragged down towards the palace.
"Let go of me now. I will not stand for this. Let go of me." I kept saying until finally they let me go. We were standing in front of a guy in this huge headdress; I thought this must be the pharaoh.
"Who are you and where are you from?" he asked me.
"My name is Summer Jennings and I am from Australia but I am staying at the royal palace hotel." I said in one breath.
"You are a runaway slave." Said the pharaoh.
"I am nobody's slave." I said back.
"You dare talk back to your pharaoh." Some guy said behind me.
"He is not my pharaoh. I do not belong her let me go." I yelled,
"Perhaps your highness, pharaoh over all, will give this slave to your son as a slave." Suggested the same guy.
"I will not be given to anyone!" I said.
"Yes that would be a good idea. Call my son." He yelled to the guards in the skirts.
"I am here father, what is it you wish of me?" said the son.
"Son I have a present for you. Here is a runaway slave from only the gods know where. They have sent her here so that I may give her to you as a present." He stated mater of factly.
"I said I will not be given to anyone." I said once more.
"You will be otherwise you will be sent to work with the pigs." The pharaoh boomed.
They bound my hands and dragged me off. I was sat in a room with a huge bed. Seconds later the pharaohs son walked in.
"You will let me go." I said trying to show that I wasn't crying.
He just looked at me and said:
"It is ok I will not harm you. My father can be mean but he is pharaoh." The son said. "Your clothes are very strange summerJennings? Where did you come from?" he asked me.
"First of all my name is Summer not summerjennings and my clothes aren't strange yours are nobody in the 21st century wears those anymore. I said already I am from Australia." I said back.
He looked at me shocked.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.
"Because we are not in the 21st century we are on in the 13th century. How did you get here?" he asked.
I started to cry again. "I don't know how. One minute I am in a museum and the next I am lying in this coffin and then dragged to the palace saying that I have desecrated the tomb of the pharaoh and now I am here." I said looking at him.
"What is a Museum?" he asked me.
I started to laugh. I laughed so hard that I feel of the bed.
"What are you laughing at?" he said looking at me.
"How can you not know what a Museum is?" I said back.
"I never hear of it. Is it a place for my father the pharaoh?" he asked
"No, it is a place for old artifacts. Somewhere people can go and enjoy them. Without breaking them or touching them." I said back to him. "Anyway what do I call you prince or highness or whatever?" I asked.
"You can call me Taharie, son of the Pharaoh over all." He said.
I started laughing again. Couldn't help myself. Again I feel of the bed in a fit of giggles.
"Why are you laughing at my name?" he asked.
"Just that it is so long. I will just call you Harry for short. K." I said to Harry.
"Harry that is not a name fit for a prince of Egypt. Ok." He said reluctantly.
We talked all afternoon. I told him everything about Egypt in the future and about Australia.
After a while I turned to him and asked where I would sleep. He turned to one of the guards and said escort her to one of the guest rooms.
I thanked him and said that I would see him tomorrow.
I sat up looked around. I'm in a tomb was all I could think. I stepped out of the box and turned around. I wasn't in a box but a coffin.
"Ewe, that's disgusting." I said aloud. "I was in a coffin. With someone dead." I looked in and heaved a sigh. There was no one in there. I looked around for a way out or a way back. Nothing. It was dark and cold. I looked up and up say a 8 meters high was window.
"Maybe I could climb through that?" I thought aloud. I started to climb up to the top. I piled on a couple of boxes. I thought for a second that I wouldn't make it because I slipped twice, but finally I made it to the top and climbed out.
As I feel out of the window, I heard below me someone speaking. As I listened closely I heard:
"She has desecrated the tomb of our pharaoh, grab her. She has desecrated the tomb of our pharaoh, grab her. The next thing I knew I was grabbed and dragged down towards the palace.
"Let go of me now. I will not stand for this. Let go of me." I kept saying until finally they let me go. We were standing in front of a guy in this huge headdress; I thought this must be the pharaoh.
"Who are you and where are you from?" he asked me.
"My name is Summer Jennings and I am from Australia but I am staying at the royal palace hotel." I said in one breath.
"You are a runaway slave." Said the pharaoh.
"I am nobody's slave." I said back.
"You dare talk back to your pharaoh." Some guy said behind me.
"He is not my pharaoh. I do not belong her let me go." I yelled,
"Perhaps your highness, pharaoh over all, will give this slave to your son as a slave." Suggested the same guy.
"I will not be given to anyone!" I said.
"Yes that would be a good idea. Call my son." He yelled to the guards in the skirts.
"I am here father, what is it you wish of me?" said the son.
"Son I have a present for you. Here is a runaway slave from only the gods know where. They have sent her here so that I may give her to you as a present." He stated mater of factly.
"I said I will not be given to anyone." I said once more.
"You will be otherwise you will be sent to work with the pigs." The pharaoh boomed.
They bound my hands and dragged me off. I was sat in a room with a huge bed. Seconds later the pharaohs son walked in.
"You will let me go." I said trying to show that I wasn't crying.
He just looked at me and said:
"It is ok I will not harm you. My father can be mean but he is pharaoh." The son said. "Your clothes are very strange summerJennings? Where did you come from?" he asked me.
"First of all my name is Summer not summerjennings and my clothes aren't strange yours are nobody in the 21st century wears those anymore. I said already I am from Australia." I said back.
He looked at me shocked.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.
"Because we are not in the 21st century we are on in the 13th century. How did you get here?" he asked.
I started to cry again. "I don't know how. One minute I am in a museum and the next I am lying in this coffin and then dragged to the palace saying that I have desecrated the tomb of the pharaoh and now I am here." I said looking at him.
"What is a Museum?" he asked me.
I started to laugh. I laughed so hard that I feel of the bed.
"What are you laughing at?" he said looking at me.
"How can you not know what a Museum is?" I said back.
"I never hear of it. Is it a place for my father the pharaoh?" he asked
"No, it is a place for old artifacts. Somewhere people can go and enjoy them. Without breaking them or touching them." I said back to him. "Anyway what do I call you prince or highness or whatever?" I asked.
"You can call me Taharie, son of the Pharaoh over all." He said.
I started laughing again. Couldn't help myself. Again I feel of the bed in a fit of giggles.
"Why are you laughing at my name?" he asked.
"Just that it is so long. I will just call you Harry for short. K." I said to Harry.
"Harry that is not a name fit for a prince of Egypt. Ok." He said reluctantly.
We talked all afternoon. I told him everything about Egypt in the future and about Australia.
After a while I turned to him and asked where I would sleep. He turned to one of the guards and said escort her to one of the guest rooms.
I thanked him and said that I would see him tomorrow.