THE MUMMY
Alexandria: Thebes, city of the living, crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti the first. Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh's high priest . . . keeper of the dead. Birthplace of Anck-su-namun, Pharaoh's Mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her, but for their love, they were willing to risk life itself. The Pharaoh had become an unexpected victim of his own Mistress and his Priest. They slaughtered him together, but the Pharaoh's bodyguards; the Medji, had come in the room by the sounds of his horrific cries. Imhotep's priests were beckoning him to run away. Anck-su-namun told him to go, for he was the only one that could resurrect her. He watched from behind the curtains of the room, Anck-su-namun kill herself. To resurrect Anck-su-namun, Imhotep and his priests broke into her crypt and stole her body. They raced deep into the desert, taking Anck-su-namun's corpse to Hamunaptra, city of the dead. Ancient burial site for the son's of pharaohs . . . and resting for the wealth of Egypt. For his love, Imhotep dared the god's anger by going deep into the city, where he took the black Book of the Dead from its holy resting place. Anck-su-namun's soul had been sent to the dark underworld . . . her vital organs removed and placed in five canopic jars. Anck-su-namun's soul had come back from the dead, but Pharaoh's bodyguards had followed Imhotep and stopped him before the ritual could be completed. Imhotep's priests were condemned to be mummified alive. As for Imhotep he was condemned to endure the Hom-Dia . . . the worst of all ancient curses. One so horrible, it had never before been bestowed. He was to remain sealed inside his sarcophagus; the undead for all eternity, the ma-jai would never allow him to be released . . . for he would arise a walking disease, a plague upon mankind, an unholy flesh eater with the strength of ages, power over the sands and the glory of invincibility.
The Cambridge University, Egyptology class, clapped their hands and congratulated me.
Mr. Staley: That was wonderful! Oh, well done! Isn't it true Miss Alexandria that you can read and write ancient Egyptian?
Alexandria: Yes I can, you see my mother was an Egyptian and her family line goes way back in Egypt lands. Each generation was required to learn ancient Egyptian so it would not become forgotten.
Mr. Staley: Oh how fascinating!
Alexandria: Maybe something like this.
I walked up the black chalk board and began writing a sentence in ancient Egyptian. I covered the board in Egyptian designs.
Mr. Staley: Wow, can you translate it for us?
Alexandria: Oh my heart that I have had when on earth, don't stand up against me as a witness, don't make a case against me beside the great god. And this one says: I have come forth this day-time in my true form as a living spirit. The place of my heart's desire is among the living in this land forever.
Mr. Staley: Well thank you for that fine demonstration.
The bell for the release of students rang.
Mr. Staley: Don't forget this is your last day I will accept permission slips that are signed for our trip in the four days!
Everyone walked out of the classroom but I stayed behind to talk to Mr. Staley.
Alexandria: Mr.Staley, I have my permission slip.
Mr. Staley: Thank you . . . . . you can put it in the blue slot on my desk.
Alexandria: Mr. Staley, I have been having strange dreams lately . . . do you have time?
Mr. Staley: Yes, I do. Tell me more about these dreams.
Alexandria: Well, I see myself in a mirror, but I don't look like myself. I have straight black hair just like mine is now, but I have lots of make-up. I actually looked like an Egyptian princess. Then in the mirror there is a man behind me, with dark, wavy long hair. I think he was a Medjia, because he had black markings on his face, one on both of his cheeks and one on his forehead. I believe they were the markings of serving the pharaoh. Anyway, I have the same dream every night but more and more is added on.
Mr. Staley: What else happens?
Alexandria: Well, I turn to face the man. Then I get the full view of me. I'm blindingly beautiful and I am amazing in shape. I had abs, and leg and arm muscles. Anyway, I had Sai daggers in my hand. Then I crossed my arms with the daggers crossed in front of my face. The man bowed at my feet. Then I got the full view of the man. He was stunningly handsome and he had a long, wavy scabbard. He also had on long, dark black robes. He looked up at me as I put my daggers down. He stood up and put his hands on my shoulders. I looked at it then leaned up and kissed him. That's when I realized he was in love with me or her or . . . whatever. Then, I or the girl and guy, heard a horrific cry for the Medjia to help the pharaoh. They went to the balcony and saw a woman and a man slaughtering the pharaoh. I began to scream and cry while the man held me in his arms. That's the end of last nights dream.
Mr. Staley: Hmmm . . . and you say your family line of Egyptians go way back? Yes I bet I know what these dreams mean.
Alexandria: What do they mean sir?
Mr. Staley: They are more than likely memories of your past life.
Alexandria: Yeah right. I was some ancient Egyptian princess who a freaking hot ma-jai fell in love with. Ha ha ha .
Mr. Staley: Why don't you talk to your parents about it?
Alexandria: Well, I would, but my real mom and dad died a long time ago.
Mr. Staley: I'm so sorry, I didn't know.
Alexandria: I'll ask my foster parents, who are my aunt and uncle. Thanks for listening to me.
Mr. Staley: No problem.
I got into my car and drove back home, confused. I put my books on the table.
Alexandria: I'm home!
My aunt Cleo slowly came down the stairs.
Cleo: What's wrong Alexandria? You looked . . . . confused?
Alexandria: How many times must I ask you to call me Alexa? It's easier and faster to say.
Cleo: Sorry, Alexa . . . anyways?
Alexa: Oh yeah. Well I was wondering . . . I've been having some awfully strange dreams and I described them to my Egyptology teacher and he said I might be having memories of my past life. Was I some kind of princess of something?
Cleo: Your mother and father told me you were special, but you'll have to figure out your past yourself. When you go on this Egypt trip in four days, just look for this museum in Cairo: Museum of Antiquities. You'll find a lot of your answers there.
Alexa: Thanks. Well, I'm tired I'm going to bed.
Cleo: Ok sweetie, goodnight.
Alexa: Goodnight.
