I don't own the Mummy or any of the characters.
Trinkets and Curses
Now, often people start out once upon a time, or some sort of rubbish like that, but our story starts out with…
"What harm ever came from opening a book?"
"Rick, honestly, are you ever going to let me live that down?" Evy sulked.
"It's an exotic, beautiful, oasis…" Rick gave her an irritated look. "Can I remind you how THAT little adventure nearly cost our son his life?!"
"Rick, please, I don't want…"
"Mum! Dad! I'm going out!" Alex yelled, tired of their constant arguing. Alex knew his parents loved each other deeply, but it had been at least three years since the family's last run-in with Imhotep and the Scorpion King. "Why can't we just be a normal family that doesn't have to worry about killer mummies and ancient artifacts that could rob you of your very life?" Alex grumbled as his feet shuffled along the busy streets of London.
Usually, he'd head toward the British museum, but not today. On this day, he was headed towards somewhere new. An old antique store had reopened recently, and Alex knew he couldn't resist at viewing what treasures that store might hold. Along his way, he ran into a figure dressed neatly in black. Though he tried to help the figure up, the figure never let their face show, and ran away.
Alex shook his head in surprise and continued on his way. Finally happening upon the antique store, he grinned, "About bloody time!" He hurriedly made his way inside. He was immediately entranced as his gaze set upon the ancient weaponry that donned the shops walls. Katanas, sais, shurikens, nun chucks, swords that could date back to when pirates were the scourge of the Caribbean to Napoleonic times. There were bracelets and pocket watches, Alex knew he would never be able to explore all of the shop in one day, but he still continued to marvel at a pair of throwing knives.
Why he was drawn to these knives, whoever knows, but his face lit up in a smile when he saw that he could afford them! Now, not many people would sell a boy a set of throwing knives, but surprisingly, when Alex asked the woman at the counter about it, she simply smiled and told him that he was welcome to buy them. And since he was her first customer, she threw in a few hidden knife cashes for free. These cashes were armbands that would allow Alex to release a knife with a single trigger of his arm and an ankle knife. Ardeth Bay had given him a pair of scimitars this year, for his fifteenth birthday. Alex was extremely pleased and very happy as the woman took him into the back room and allowed him time to practice drawing the knives with the triggers.
When Alex left the store, he thanked the woman profusely for the knives, "Thank you so much!"
"Young man, there is a story behind those knives and the armbands. They were once a set. It belonged to a warrior of great renown, but this warrior perished in a battle. Little is known about this warrior, but he was on the side of God. It would be wrong to separate this set. Keep them together, and may whatever fair luck their previous owners have had be passed onto you," and with that the woman sent Alex away.
"Well, that was a bit strange," Alex muttered as he walked home. Casually, he placed his hand in his left pocket, only to find…