Hey guys, here is the super long chapter 4. I think in Microsoft word the whole chapter was close to something like 10 pages so please enjoy. Also, for those of you who really like the brotherly love thing between Ahkmenrah and Nicky, that is basically all this chapter is. This story also explains more about Ahk's dark past and will be good reference and insight for why he does the crazy things he will in the future. Just as a warning, it has a lot to do with Khamunrah. there will also be more from the strange beauty from last chapter as well, so please enjoy and don't forget to review.

EgyptianAngel: Thanks again for the review, it is much obliged. I'm glad you liked the Legal pad part too because I had fun writing it. Also, yes..."The Girl" ;)

When Ahkmenrah awoke the next evening, he was more anxious than ever to be free of his sarcophagus. His claustrophobia was really starting to become and insentient pain, and the knowledge of his six month expiration date hung over him like a sword over his head. It wasn't a pleasant feeling and he was ready to try anything to shake it off. The few minutes it took the night guard to reach his mock tomb and release the pins that locked him inside felt like an eternity.

When the lid was removed, the brilliant florescent mood lighting from his exhibit temporarily blinded him. He squinted and blinked a few times, allowing for his eyes to adjust, until the Guardian of Brooklyn finally came into view. Normally, the Pharaoh would have sat up immediately and greeted his friend with a thankful smile before climbing out of his coffin...but tonight something was wrong. The Guardian stood over him just as he had every other night when the sarcophagus lid was lifted, but instead of his usual welcome smile, he wore a grim and worried expression on his face.

Ahk began to panic, "What is the matter?" He asked as calmly as he could.

"Nothing..." The night guard replied slowly, "But Ahk, you don't look so good."

Ahk was taken aback, "Excuse me?"

"No, what I mean is that you are really pale. Like white as a ghost."

Ahk mentally kicked himself for allowing his fear of enclosed areas to actually register on his face. His ability to hide his true feelings were starting to falter and it wasn't good. He let out a heavy sigh of relief, thanking the gods that his friend's worry was from something as trivial as his own facial expressions.

"I am dead, Guardian. It's no wonder that I am pale." He laughed darkly at his own morbid joke.

"Are you sure you are alright..." Larry inquired, skeptical of the Pharaoh's front.

Ahk knew his friend wasn't about to let the topic go, so he came up with a slightly less embarrassing excuse.

"I just had some rather awful dreams today is all."

It was a bad lie and the king knew it. He couldn't dream. During the day when the tablet acted as nothing more than a priceless museum exhibit, he was nothing but a corpse. A perfectly preserved corpse, but a corpse none the less. Then, when the tablet brought him to life at night, he hadn't the need for sleep. The tablet's magic kept him from experiencing any kind of physical exhaustion, so sleeping wasn't really a thing that needed to be done. Yet, even though Ahk knew this, Larry did not. Thus, the night guard bought the story.

With a single "understanding" nod of the head he reached down to lend the Pharaoh a hand out of the coffin. Ahk accepted it graciously, and after being pulled to his feet smoothed his tunic, grabbed his crown from a near by display case and placed it upon his head. It was all Larry could do not to chuckle at just how pretentious the young king was.

As the two walked towards the hallway, Larry gave each of the Jackals a nod. Ahkmenrah spoke to them in Egyptian, asking them to look after his tomb while he was away, his usual nightly comand. They replied with a bow of the head and their fist over their heart, a sign that they would gladly and willingly obey their master's orders. Ahk's heart filled with pride. It was nice to have such obedient servants at his side.

Outside in the hall, a very bummbed Nicky sat pretzel style on the floor with his head leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

"Hey." he greeted lamely at the sound of approaching footsteps.

Ahk took one look at his friend and instantly began to worry.

"Nicholas, what is the matter?" He asked gently.

"Nothing..." The child answered in a monotone voice, "Just kind of bummbed is all."

Larry let out an agitated grunt. He absolutely couldn't believe his son was mopeing around like this.

Ahkmenrah glanced confusedly between the night guard and his son, "What are you, uh...'bummbed' about?" He inquired further.

"Dad asked what I wanted for my birthday, so I told him and now he's treating me like I'm the kid from 'A Christmas Story' and I asked for a bee bee gun. I even got the whole 'You'll shoot your eye out' speech and everything."

Ahk was very confused by this response. He didn't know what 'A Christmas Story' was or what receiving a 'you'll shoot your eye out' lecture meant, but he felt as if he should at least try and comfort his friend. If it was a weapon Nicky wanted and that his father would not give him, then he had some experience and ancient words of advice in that area he could offer.

"Nicky," The Pharaoh consoled gently, "Perhaps your father won't give you a weapon because he doesn't feel that you have proved yourself a capable worrier yet. I was defeated by my older brother twelve times before I was given my first Khopesh."

Nicky slowly turned to look at his surrogate brother. His expression was one of "what the heck are you talking about?"

"No, Ahk, I...I don't actually want a bee bee gun for my birthday."

"Oh." Ahk nodded slowly, embarrassed. He had completely missed the point. "Then what was it that you asked your father for?"

"A tablet." Nicky grumbled with a slight glare in his dad's direction.

Ahkmenrah was shocked; that was definitely not what he expected Nicky to say. Had he been his older brother he would have assumed that such a proposal was due to the fact that the younger boy idolized him, but Ahk wasn't his half-wit brother and dismissed the idea the second it formed in his mind.

Off to the side, Larry tried not to chuckle at all the thoughts he knew were running through Ahk's head (the Egyptian's expression was quite revealing). Even if Ahk didn't understand exactly what kind of tablet his son had been pestering him about, he was sure that with the Pharaoh only knowing of one in existence, he was going to side with him. Nicky wouldn't be happy, but at least the argument would be over once and for all.

The Pharaoh shook his head slowly, "Well Nicholas, I can't see why your father would disagree with such a request. After all, I was only a year older than you when my parents bestowed my tablet upon me."

Larry face-palmed. This was not the direction he had hoped the conversation would have headed.

"I mean, I can see where getting a hold of that much gold can be a bit of a problem in today's market. Finding a skilled enough craftsman would be a bit difficult as well...and then there is the matter of finding a magician who has a direct line to Osiris, but of all things I'm sure that will be the easiest. Egypt is full of them, and I wouldn't mind helping your father find the right one for the job..."

Nicky smiled smugly up at his father, "See dad, even four thousand years ago kids got tablets for their birthday."

Ahk glanced between Nicky's bitter amusement and Larry's agitation, confused. He felt like he was missing some key idea, but he had no clue what it was.

"Nicky," Larry warned, "Keep pestering and you're grounded. I will call your mother to come pick you up and you will have no DS all week."

Nicky rolled his eyes but bit his tongue. He knew that if his father had the nerve to ground Attila for acting up, he would have no problem sending him home and taking his games.

Just then Teddy and Texas came skidding around the corner.

"Laurence!" The president called with urgency.

"What is it, Teddy?"

"The cave men have gone after the mammoth again...and this time one of the spears are caught in the poor creature's shoulder."

Larry ran a hand through his hair, his mind reeling. "Alright, go find Sacagawea. She knows more about how to help an injured animal than any of us do. I'll take care of the cave men."

"But Laurence, the poor creature is running around terrified. It's going to take forever to catch up with him."

"God, you're right." The night guard turned to Ahk, "Can I borrow your Jackals, please? We only have one horse who knows how to heard in this museum and a mammoth is quite a bit larger than a buffalo."

Ahk nodded vigorously, "But of course." He shouted something rushed in Egyptian and the dog-headed statues gave their usual nod of the head and placing of their fist over their heart. "I told them to follow you, find the animal and restrain it without harming it."
"Thanks, Ahk."

"No problem."

"Nicky, stay out of trouble and whatever you do, don't let Jed talk you into giving him my credit card number."

"Why does Jed want your credit card number?"

"Just...don't do it okay."

Nicky giggled a little, "Alright dad, I promise."

"Good."

Larry jumped up on the back of Texas, and he and Teddy sped off around the corner. The ground began to shake as the Jackals took their first steps outside the ancient egypt exhibit into the museum beyond. Ahkmenrah grabbed a near-by pillar for support as the ground continnued to shake, and Nicky grabbed a hold of his cloak. The Pharaoh shouted autoritativly in his native language as the massive stone figures passed. They gave a single grunt and continued on their way. The ten-year-old looked up at his friend confused.

"I told them not to break anything." Ahk explained as the mini-earthquake caused by the Jackals became less and less the farther they got away.

Nicky smiled and let go of his friend, "Good idea." he took his seat back against the wall and Ahk followed.

"So, Nicholas, tell me more about this tablet you asked your father for."

Nicky couldn't help but giggle, "it's not the kind of tablet I'm sure you are probably thinking of. It's not ancient and it can't bring things to life, and it's not even made of gold."

"Then, what is it made of?"

"Glass and plastic mostly, and wires...and this thing called 'rare Earth elements' which is the reason that mom says it's so expensive. Well, I mean she says that it's because of that and the fact that Apple knows that people will pay the crazy prices."

"A tablet made of glass and plastic...I've never heard of such a thing. What does it do?"

"Well, It can do a lot of things. It can link to the wifi so that you can search the internet, or you can download apps to check Facebook, or Instagram, or...a lot of other social media stuff. But I'm too young for any of those according to dad..."

"Oh, so this tablet has the power to act like the computer in the front lobby...the one Jed and Octavius always play 'crush the candy' on."

"Yeah, it's like the computer but it is small and can be carried to places esier. It would fit in m back pack. And you can play 'Candy Crush' on the tablet too, but I won't. That game is too much of a mom game."

There was a slight pause as Ahk took in all this new information. When he was growing up, his tablet was one of a kid, but the way Nicky spoke it sounded as if tablets were a lot more common.

"Nicky...can I ask you why you want this tablet?" The Pharaoh had a hunch, but he wanted to make sure.

"Well, because...because it's cool. It's cool and I can play games and take it places like I can't do with mom's computer."

"Are you sure that's the reason?" Ahk looked at his younger friend skeptically.

"Well..." Nicky hesitated, "I guess part of it has to do with the fact that..."

"It seems like everyone else has one." Ahk finished.

"Well...yeah. Everyone else has one and so everyone is...cool."

"Well Nicky, you too are 'cool.'"

"That's your opinion Ahk. Everyone else at school seems to think otherwise."

"And you think gaining this material object will win you over allies, is that correct?"

Nicky dropped his eyes to the floor, ashamed. "Yes."

Ahkmenrah nodded as the pieces of the puzzle clicked together in his mind. He still needed to know one more thing before the picture became clear, but it meant asking a rather intrusive question.

"Nicholas..." he began slowly, "Has anything changed at home recently?"

Nicky looked at him confused, "My step-dad hired an artist to paint the 'New York Islanders' team logo on my bedroom wall."

Ahk chuckled, "Anything else?" he prompted gently.

Nicky's face fell, "Well...My mom's cousin's daughter had a baby and she is too young to take care of it so my mom and step-dad took her in. I have a new baby sister."

Now things started to make sense, "Let me guess, now that the baby is in the house you feel like your mother and step-father have been forgetting about you."

"Yeah." Nicky spat, "I was trying to play 'Mario Kart' with Don the other day and the stupid baby started crying and then he was busy taking care of her all night." there was deffinately some resentment registering in his voice.

Ahkmenrah sighed heavily, he understood the situation completely. "Let me see if I understand this correctly...you think that your mother and step-father have forgotten about you because of the baby and you also feel as if you have no allies at school."

"Yeah, but if I had a tablet then people would like me at school and I wouldn't have to worry about mom and Don because I would have other people to play with."

Ahkmenrah had definitely seen this situation before, "But an ally who stays at your side because of the material possessions you own, is no ally at all. They pledge allegiance to your-for a lack of a better word-wealth, but as soon as you turn to them in your time in need they turn and run with their tails between their legs."

"But friends who like me for what I have is better than having no friends at all..." Nicky was beginning to cry.

"Nicholas, you have friends. What am I? What is Theodore? Yes, we are adults but we love you for who you are, not what you have and if the time ever came that you needed us to go to battle for you...may Osiris and the other forty one judges of the Underworld have mercy on their soul, for they would need it." He stated darkly.

"Yes, but Ahk, I only have you,Teddy, Rexy, and Dexter when the sun goes down. At school, during the day...I have no one. That stupid baby has taken all I have left."

"You have your father don't you?"

"Yeah but he's..." Nicky growled in frustration, "You just don't understand! You had parents who were together and who gave you a magical tablet because they thought you were responsible. You were a king! Nobody ever dared to tease you because if they did they would be thrown into a pit of scorpions!" Ahk raised his eyebrow at this statement, "And you had people to build you Pyramids and if anyone ever tried to hurt you, you had an army to protect you, and...and...you were an only child weren't you?" Nicky was bawling now.

Ahkmenrah just looked at him, "What, in Ra's name are they teaching you in your history class? Scorpions...seriously? You think I dropped people into a pit of scorpions? Where does one even find enough scorpions to fill a pit?"

"I don't know." He sniffed, "But I saw it happen in a movie once. The Pharaoh got angry so he threw a guy into a pit of scorpions."

Ahk just shook his head disappointed, "Hollywood...I should have known. Look Nicholas, I wasn't the type of king to go around throwing my enemies into pits full of arachnids. That Pharaoh in your movie was probably a more accurate depiction of my brother, Khamunrah...Which yes, I did have a brother."

Nicky wiped his nose on the back of his hand and lifted up the bottom of his shirt to dry his tears, "You did?"

"Yes." Ahk stated bitterly, "And as far as being teased goes..." he sighed, removed his crown and set it off to the side before leaning his head back against the wall and shutting his eyes, "Alright Nicky, I'm going to tell you a story."

"What kind of story..." Nicky asked skeptickly. He feared that his friend's tale was about to turn into one of his grandfather's 'back in my day' tales that usually has a moral at the end.

"A story about when I was growing up."

Nicky groaned and slammed his head back against the wall as well.

Ahk smiled an amused smile, "No, please Nicholas settle down. Your enthuseasm is too much for me."

"Shut up." Nicky slapped him playfully. Something about the idea of a four thousand year old Pharaoh using sarcasm always made him lighten up a bit.

The Egyptian chuckled, "Okay, so one thing you need to understand is that I wasn't always a Pharaoh. Yes, I have always been royal, and yes I have always been a son of Horus, but I haven't always been a king. Once, I was the younger son who had absolutely no chance of taking the throne. My older brother, Khamunrah, was first born; therefore, he was the one to inherit my father's place as ruler, not me.

Now, you would think that I would have been jealous knowing that there was very little chance that one day I could become ruler, but I honestly wasn't. My brother was eleven years older than I, and I looked up to him. When I was very small, all I ever saw was the good in him, and I wanted to be like him. I loved him and thought the world of him. Little did I know however, that this feeling was not reciprocated.

As it turns out, my brother felt for me much the way that you claim to feel about your younger sister now...only probably hundreds of times stronger. He wasn't just mildly annoyed with me, he resented me. He felt as if I had stolen my parents' attention away from him, the future ruler. He even took it upon himself to fake a speech impediment in attempt to shift their attention back to him. This was a habit that unfortunately stuck, and made him sound absolutely ridiculous. The sound of Ancient Egyptian being spoken with a lisp is the most irritating thing in the entire world.

As I got older, he wanted to spend less time playing with me, and more time teasing me and tricking me into doing his bidding. I was young and didn't know any better, but I still ended up the one scolded more times than not. He would take my things from me and hide them, or destroy them, and convinced the servant children to do the same. He didn't even care about the consequences they faced for being cruel to the young prince. It was awful. The children would get into severe trouble, not with my parents, but with their own and instead of being angry with my brother who had convinced them to do what they did, they took their resentment out on me. Growing up, I, like you, felt as if I had no friends.

Then as I got to be about six or seven, my parents' attention shifted back to my brother, as he was to come of age soon and take over as ruler of our land. I felt suddenly abandoned by them as I began to spend more time with the servants raising me instead of them. My brother's arrogance grew and so did his tenancies for cruel behavior. As I would spend time taking lessons in philosophy and mathematics and all of the other things we were taught as young princes, I excelled far past him and it only twisted his personality more. He had me labeled as the palace...um, it doesn't translate to English well...what do you call people who are super clever and are teased because of it?"

"A nerd." Nicky chimed in, intrigued.

"Ah, yes. He had me labeled as a 'nerd' which meant that the abuse by the others only got worse now that I had a name that I could be called...besides 'your majesty' that is. It was like Kah calling me such a thing gave the others the right to do so as well.

Then, when I turned eight, it was as if some kind of switch flicked in my parent's minds that allowed them to realize that I too had leadership skills, and I began to be trained in the ways of a future king along side my brother. My life became one of duty and propriety. My mother told me years later that it was due to my ability to stay positive trough my brother's abuse, and my ability to smile at the people who had done me harm and not wish them any harm in return. What she never knew was that my logic was that if I was friendly towards the people who hated me, then perhaps they wouldn't hate me any longer.

When I was nine, I began my training as a worrier. 'If I was not to be king, at least I could still be a good military leader' that was my father's ideology. He gave me a wooden sword and the best trainer our land had to offer as my mentor. The only hitch was that in order for me to become a solider, I had to first defeat my older brother in a match and earn my first real khopesh. It took me eleven tries. I was skilled and followed the rules of combat. He cheated.

Our father said that we were allowed to take each other down, and that a few bumps and bruises and sprains were to be expected. However, he absolutely forbade any intentional breaking of bones, since at that time a broken bone could end a fighting career forever if it didn't set correctly, and we were not allowed to intentionally cut each other. My brother, of course did all of the above. It took me eleven tries to defeat him because I was usually so beat up that I couldn't function. When he broke my wrist and put a deep cut along my neck on the tenth time, I became angry enough to defeat him on the eleventh. This was the first time my parents' came to recognize my brother's cruelty.

By the time I was eleven, his resentment turned toward the people of Egypt, not just toward me. All of his pent up anger and frustration he took out on the innocent. When people came to him asking him for help, he turned his back on them feeling as if he was above them. If someone looked at him from the wrong angle he treated it as if they had attempted to murder him and gave them a public execution. He killed anyone who got in his way and anyone who said they preferred me over him. All the while, I was out trying to repair the metaphorical bridges he had burned no matter what it was that needed to be done. After all, 'people shouldn't fear their governments, governments should fear their people'"

Nicky was thrown off guard by the use of this phrasing,"Hey, that was from my comic book, 'V for Vendetta.'"

Ahkmenrah chuckled, "Indeed. Your father found it in the back of his car a few weekends ago and lent it to me to read because I was feeling restless. I figured you would understand that quote more than you would understand an ancient Egyptian proverb that doesn't translate to English very well and would need a lot of explaining."

Nicky giggled and nodded in agreement.

Ahk smiled, "Anyway, the way Kah had things going, he wasn't even king yet and the people were on the verge of rebellion. Therefore, I was out in the villages almost daily trying to keep the peace. I even spent some time out in the fields doing manual labor to help the farmers who's crops my brother had burned in a fit of rage. This was unheard of for a prince of my time, but I didn't want my people to starve because my brother...um...how would your father phrase it...oh, I didn't want my people to starve because my brother had a 'temper tantrum.'"

Nicky's eyes were wide with amazement, "You did this all while you were eleven?"

"Indeed."

"Dude, you were like, my age and you were fixing a countries political problems. That's amazing! You're so cool Ahk!"

The Pharaoh chuckled, "I guess so, and I guess my parent's must have agreed because not too long after I had started doing this they gifted me my tablet. Then, they did something completely unheard of: they offered me the throne. As the second son, I was honored, but skeptical. I knew taking on the position of ruler would anger my brother, but at the same time I knew that Egypt would become a tyrannical hell for all who lived there if I refused and allowed my brother to take what was considered to be his birth right. So, I accepted.

At 14 my mother passed away, and out of grief my father retired as ruler. When the news was released to the kingdom, there were riots that broke out everywhere out of fear that my brother would be taking his place. My coronation was the only thing that kept Egypt from breaking out into a full scale civil war. Then, from that point forward my life was nothing but duty, responsibility and propriety. I built some monuments, kept my brother at bay, and had made friends of the people who had once been so cruel to me. They respected me now that I was in charge...or so I thought."

Nicky looked uneasy, "What happened Ahk?"

The Pharaoh opened his eyes and straightened his posture. He met his friend's uneasy gaze and a shiver ran down the child's spine.

"Remember what I had said about having allies who only care about the things that you have?"

Nicky nodded, "They only stick around for a while, but as soon as you get into any kind of trouble they run scared."

"Yes, and that's exactly what happened." Ahk's eyes hardened and his jaw clenched, "The people who had once been cruel to me befriended me once I gained the throne. I was nice to them because I knew that if I returned the favor of what they had once done to me, then the chances of resentment spreading through the palace would be higher, and more trouble would be likely to brew. Yet even though I was kind, they only liked me because of my position of power. They were afraid of me...they were not my friends. I learned this the hardest way any person can.

One night, some trouble started in the southern part of my kingdom. Some invaders had started harassing my people, so I sent my troops out to deal with the matter. This of course, was the night my brother decided to start something himself. He picked a fight with me, right in the middle of the throne room when all of my best officers and guards were gone. We got into some...aggressive negotiations, and..."

"What are aggressive negotiations?" Nicky interrupted.

"um..." Ahk wondered if he should go into more detail as Nicky looked at him expectantly. He decided to just be blunt without giving away too much, "It's negotiations...with a khopesh." he spat.

Nicky nodded slowly as he began to understand.

"Right, so we got into some aggressive negotiations and we ended up repeating what we had done when I was younger. I followed the ancient rules of combat, and he...well, he cheated. When I was pinned to the ground, I called out desperately for help...and all of those people I thought I had reconciled with...they either ignored me, stood there and watched, or ran away. In the end, I wound up literally stabbed in the back by my own brother. In fact, he mutilated me.

It was only a few days after I had turned eighteen that he killed me. I had just become what you consider to be an adult here in America, but in reality it felt like I had grown up long before that. It was as if his cruelty and immaturity stole my childhood, and I can honestly say that I hate him for that. He is the only thing that I have ever felt that I have had good reason to be bitter about...and even thus...I still love him. He was my brother. I might despise the person that he was, and probably still is in the afterlife, but he was family and so, I love him.

I am just ever so grateful for the help of Anubis and Osiris, whom I am sure were the ones that allowed for my father to hold my burial in secret once my brother had stolen the throne. Especially Anubis who guarded my tomb for all those years and made sure that my tablet stayed with me, always. For if it wasn't for him, I would not be here talking to you. If my brother had had it his way, I would have wound up like Osiris after his brother Set came after him...thrown in a box, sealed with lead, and dropped to the bottom of the Nile."

"That's awful!" Nicky shouted, "How could he do that to you, your own brother!?"

"Jealousy Nicholas, it makes us do terrible things. That is why you shouldn't resent your new sibling. She is an innocent child like you, and when she grows up she is going to need a brother to protect her, to fight for her. The last thing she should have to worry about is a brother who will betray her."

"Like Thor and Loki..." Nicky mumbled to himself, "Alright Ahk, I see where you are coming from and you are right. I don't want to grow up to hate her. She is really adorable and sweet, she just annoys me a lot."

"Siblings will do that."

"Yeah...I guess I should offer to help out with her more. That way mom and Don have time for both of us."

"A noble proposition. And what have you learned about friends today?"

"That a friend who is there for the things you have is no friend at all..." The child hesitated, "And that there is no better friend in the world thank you Ahk." Nicky leaned into his ancient friend and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Ahk stiffened for a moment, not expecting this level of ferocity from the young boy, before warmly hugging him back.

He rested his chin on Nicky's head, "You are the 'coolest' person I know, Nicky, next to your father and...I am proud to call you brother."

The two relished in the moment, but all the while Ahk's expiration date continued to hang over him. It seemed he and Nicky were closer now than ever before...and right when the end was neigh.

A few minutes later, the Jackals retuned to their place guarding the Pharaoh's exhibit, and Larry came to take Nicky down to the security office to complete his homework. Ahk promissed that he would be there to help him as soon as possible, but he had to make sure some things were in order with his guards before hand.

Not long after Nicky and his father disappeared down the stairs, another ruckus started. Ahk poked his head around the corner of his exhibit's archway just in time to see the exotic, beautiful girl he had spotted the night before sprinting down the hallway with an angry mob of Templars chasing after her. The Pharaoh stepped out into the hall to ask what was the matter, just when the girl chose to look over her shoulder at her pursuers. As a result, she didn't see him standing there, he didn't have time to jump out of the way and she slammed right into him. They both came tumbling to the ground.

The girl looked up at him enraged, "Out of my way you pompous, pretentious idiot!" she shouted at him in French.

Her pursuers had caught up to her. She scrambled to her feet, but not before snatching Ahk's khopesh from his belt.

"A good sword, that's what I need." she continued in her native language. She struck out at her attackers with skill and full force. Ahkmenrah was amazed, never had he known a woman so skilled with a sword...besides maybe...

Just then several Templars fell to the floor at the Pharaoh's feet and the girl took off sprinting again, his khopesh still in her hand.

He would have called after her, but he didn't have the chance...the Templars grabbed him instead.

*Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Night at the Museum, Apple, or DC Comics (specifically V for Vendetta)*