RE-WRITE EDIT: 01/09/2020
Hello again my faithful readers I would like to a first and foremost thank all of my readers and reviewers for sticking with me on this story it really means a lot to me and its what's keeping me going. I would also like to apologize for my absents I had a death in the family that made me depressed. I am doing my best to continue this Mummy series which I plan to make full blown sequels once everything is up and running but one step at a time LOL. I hope you all had a good holiday and that you will enjoy this next chapter!
Have fun!
P.S. Thank you to my beta-reader Emilie Bay!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way shape or form own The Mummy or any of its characters or actors this story is a figment of my imagination. No ownership intended I ONLY own my OC and any other characters not in the movies or books.
I will eventually start using French/Arabic/ and Egyptian in my story as soon as I get my lessons in order so translations will be available soon!
Thoughts = 'Hello…'
Ancient Egyptian/ French/ Egyptian Arabic = "Hello…" (Translation)
Dreams/ past life = Hello…
Talking = "Hello…"
Ra-nefer-u: most beautiful sun
Nekht: strength
Mawat/Umm – Mother
Dajat/Abu – Father
Sayyid – Lord, Master
Sayyida – Lady, Mistress
: Recap:
As the sun began its journey below the horizon we began to pack up our tools and the many ancient findings and make our way back to camp for the night. One of the workers made dinner over a fire as we all sat around talking of the day and what was to come tomorrow, I sat in my tent with a lamp as my only light pouring over books and looking at different trinkets and tablets that were found today in the tomb. I was examining a dusty tablet trying to decipher the third line when I first heard it. The sound of muffled hoof beats against the sand then the gun shots started. That's when I realized, the camp was under attack. Oh no Grandfather!
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AMBUSHED
"Grand-père!" I yell out as I dash out of my tent. All around me there was chaos. People yelling and running about; the horses that we had with us scatter like a herd of sheep running from a wolf. The horsemen shooting and burning as they go, setting fire to the tents and cutting down diggers and workmen with their scimitars even some of the men we had for protection were cut down. I looked around frantically for my grandfather running over to his tent which was not but a few yards away from mine. "Grand-père! Where are you?!" I opened the tent flap to find nothing. Where could he be I heard a sudden yell from outside the tent. Rushing out I see my grandfather fall to the ground having tripped over a clay pot that lay next to the fire. "Grandfather! Look out!" A man clocked in deep colors of brown, green, and black road on horseback towards the elderly man. As my grandfather turned around to see the man raise his sword I glance around me seeing a scimitar that had been dropped from one of the attackers' belt hoping to go unnoticed I quickly pick it up and block the man's swing at my grandfather, the horse leaping over him and to the side of me. "You will not touch him!" Where my sudden braveness came from I do not know but I did not question it at the moment.
The man laughed as he turned to face me getting off his horse and circling me like a bird does its prey. His face covered by a cloth only his dark eyes are visible a hint of malice and greed could be seen in those eyes of his. I knew then that he was no more than a desert thief and a murder. My grandfather was now back on his feet standing not too far behind me watched with wide eyes as the man raise his sword and the fighting began. He raised his sword and brought it down towards my left side I quickly blocked it and strike out at his chest as he jumps back to dodge my attack. We exchange blows back and forth, I was glad that I took those fencing classes in my early school years. The thief's man started to stand around to watch jeering and laughing at me as their leader became more viscous with his swings and my arms began to weaken. Soon the sword was knocked from my hands I turn back to have him slash me on my arm and his scimitar to my neck.
"Though you would win did you not little one hmm?" The man cackled a harsh laugh along with his men. One of his men grabbed me and threw me down next to my grandfather who wrapped me up in his arms as if to protect me from the cruel laughter around me. The leader stared down at me a cool calm smirk on his face as if he had found a treasure and a very rich one at that. "He-he you're a nice one aren't you. A beauty this one is. Hahaha!" He laughed as he licked his dry lips his smile crooked and yellow.
"What do you want?" I yelled wanting nothing more than to slap the grin off his face as he laughed even more. Why had they picked us to rob and plunder? Had we just went too far out in the desert to be closer to the dig sit? I wanted to grab my grandfather and run off into the desert but I knew we would not get very far either they would capture us like they were already trying to do or the desert would kill us if they didn't first. I look over to my grandfather and he looked back at me he tried to look strong for me but I could see the fear in his eyes that he had for us. I knew that in his old age he would not be able to fight them off. Would it be best to give in? Could I give in…? No. I will not back down; I will not be a slave to these men. I will not let my grandfather die here! I shot up out of my grandfather's hold and ran at the man.
"Belle!" Jean yelled out as I caught the man by surprise and knocked him to the ground and ran for the sword again… I never reached it the man grabbed me again back-slapping me in the jaw, blood spurted from my mouth as he turned me around and held me back against his chest. Suddenly the man yells out in Arabic so fast I could not catch it but I didn't have to when two men pulled my grandfather from the ground as the man to his left put his scimitar to his throat. I stilled my struggling.
"You will pay for that with the old man's life."
"No! Please don't I'm sorry."
"I don't think so." He raises his hand to give the man a signal.
"No, please! Take me! Just don't kill him! Please!" I beg as I look at my grandfather he just shakes his head.
"I don't think so. I will just kill him and take you anyway." His, hand falls and the man raises his sword again. "Any last words say them now that is my only kindness to you." I struggle even more in his grip.
"Belle? Belle! Listen to me I have lived my life I am proud of you and never forget I love you, my dear girl." He smiles at me one last time as the sword is brought down and strikes true.
"NO!" I scream as my grandfather's body falls to the ground. I can only stare in shock and pain 'WHY? WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING!?' I could not felt the tears running down my face nor could I feel the man's grip change around me, only when he started to lift me from the ground did I awake from my on pain.
"No! Let me go, let me go! No!" I screamed out as he swung me onto his shoulder. I kicked and beat my fist on his back but his hold only tightened to a painful grip.
"Stop that! No one can hear you we are in the desert!" He swatted me on the butt and readjusted his grip on my legs so I could not move them. Turning to his men he called them all to grab all that they could hold laughing loudly and started towards the horses. He handed me off to one of his men. "Yalla beena! (Let's go!-Egyptian Arabic)"
"Let me go!"
"Will someone shut her up, her screams are getting on my last nerve!" The leader yelled out.
"With pleasure, Master Asad. " The man holding me said I was lifted onto the horse he grinned at me as he lifted his hand I felt a sharp pain to the back of my head then nothing. Darkness surrounded my conscious then I drifted my only thoughts of my grandfather. He would be alive now if we had never come to Egypt.
OK that's it for this one I hope you enjoyed this. I am re-uploading chapters that have been edited by my beta-reader (Thank you Emilie Bay). Until the next update…
DovieDM-1991-Promised Wings signing out!
