Hi everyone I am so sorry for the delay with finals and everything I am done for the semester and I am looking forward to updating more often I hope you like this one even if it's a filler chapter, well enjoy!

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. Please forgive me for grammar and spelling errors I don't have a beta for this story. I'm trying to get one but I don't know how.

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!


::Recap 1::

"NO!" I scream as my grandfathers 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 own 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.


::Recap 2::

"We must leave I must get you to safety!" He pulls me along as we run through my chamber to a secret passage tucked away behind a tapestry hanging I trip over a low table with lit candles the rich rugs beneath my feet alight with flam from the fire and a blaze spreads around the room I scream as I am pulled to my feet away from the flames by Nekht and into the passage way. We make our way out of the burning palace and to the stables…


-Story Starts-

Chapter 5 – Life in Captivity

"Get up!" I am jolted awake with a kick by Haidar, Asad's right hand man. I had been having this same reoccurring dream for the past week that I have been in captivity of Asad and his men the closer we got to Hamunaptra. I awoke the first day with my throat as dry as the desert sand and the sun beating down on my face. It was midday and the hottest part of the day I could feel the movements of the horse beneath my stomach as we galloped further into the desert. Asad and his men started to break down camp I sat up from laying on the sand; Haidar yanked me up from my spot and dragged me to the horses. I pulled against his grip and turned to Asad and shouted as I was pulled onto the horse.

"Why are you doing this? What is it that you want from me!? Why must you keep me against my will?" I could already feel the glare and heat from the sun on my head as I stared at my capturer he only laughed once more and call the men to move. I had asked him this question every day since I was taken and got the same response each time, it was rather annoying.

The hours passed we had only stopped once to get more water and to eat at an oasis I was only offered flat bread and water. We road for hours and as we got to the top of a sand dune I could see a small clustering of huge tents near an oasis to the far left side of the encampment to the far of distance about a few hours ride I could just make out some kind of ruins of a temple maybe I was not sure as the daylight began to become a sunset of blazing orange and red fire. We road into the camp all around I could see men some diggers others desert bandits and oddly enough a few Americans. What are they doing so far into the desert unless…? Are they joining them to look for Hamunaptra as well? But why do they need me? I was pulled from my thoughts by Haidar pulling me from the horse and shoving me to the ground the men around him laughing as I tried to stand but failed as I had not eaten anything since we stopped at the oasis and from riding most of the day I was tired but I was not going to let them treat me anyway that they wanted to. Since I could not stand just yet I turned to punch Haidar where it really hurts to shut him up. That got him to be stop laughing he kneeled to the ground holding his groin moaning in pain. The other men around him laughed harder at their comrade's pain. I smirked and got ready to punch him in the eye when Asad grabbed my wrist and yanked me from the ground and away from Haidar. I turned and lashed out trying to hit him with an elbow to the stomach but he twisted my arm behind my back and wrapped his other arm around my neck holding me against him leaving me without movement. I grow tired in my struggling and sagged against him.

"There it is! That fire in you my dear that I so did miss on the way here." He growled into my ear before handing me to one of the American men. "Tie her up. And make sure you keep an eye on her I don't want her getting loose before we get to the ruins." The American a fat brown haired man nodded and took me to one of the smaller tents in the back of the encampment there he tied me to one of the main wooden poles holding the tent up. The man stepped outside the tent and I was left alone. The tent was very bare the only thing in the room was a small clay pot and a ragged blanket. It had become night in the vast Sahara and for the first time in a week did I let myself cry for not only my grandfather but also myself. I knew there was no hope for rescue. Those that would have known about the whereabouts of me and my grandfather were all killed in the ambush and the only other people who would know is the crater of the museum as we were to bring the things we found in the tomb to the museum to be put in an exhibit but he knew not to expect us until another three or four weeks so. I knew no one would come looking for me, I would die out here in this desert and no one would know. I shifted into a comfortable position and before I fell asleep I prayed to any god that would hear me to free me from this captivity.

That next day Asad was gathering some men to come with him into the city ruins turns out they had found Hamunaptra after all. One of the Americans had let it slip when they were changing watches; their reason hoping to find treasure. The tent flap opened and in stepped Haidar looking still not happy about what I did yesterday but I couldn't care less. He untied me from the post and retied my wrist with the rope and took me outside. The horses were once more ready for the journey ahead Haidar went to place me on his horse when Asad stopped him and pulled me to his placing me in front of him taking the reins. "Can't have a repeat of yesterday now can we? Besides I need you alive for the ritual and I can't have Haidar killing you now can I?" He said to me before laughing wickedly and calling out for his men to follow as we made our way to the ruins, to Hamunaptra. Wait he said a ritual… he needs me for a ritual… no... He can't mean-… a sacrifice that's it! He wants to use me as a sacrifice but why what could that mean for him? What would he get from it? Oh grandfather I wish we had never come to this God forsaken desert.


Well that's it you guys sorry it's so short this is more of a filler chapter than anything I just got out for the semester so I should be able to update more often in between looking for a summer job. Well until next time…

DovieDM-1991-Promised Wings signing out!