I forgot to address a certain topic last time in the notes, though it was vaguely alluded to in the body of the story. You see, ancient Egyptians have a slightly different viewpoint when it comes to listing all aspects of a person. There are about six main parts of someone. In order for a person to exist, there are the ha, ba, ka, ib, sheut, and ren. The ha, ba, and ka are pretty straight forward, being the body, individual uniqueness of the person (which is the closest that western societies would think of as the soul), and the life energy respectively. The ib is the heart, both figuratively and literally. Ancient Egyptians also thought that a person's name, the ren, was equally necessary for a person's existence. Finally, the sheut would translate to be "shadow" or their image. As far as they were concerned, a statue of a powerful pharaoh was just as much a part of that person as their mummified body. It is also why they tended to destroy the statues of previous people they didn't like. They want to destroy their existence.

Anyway, what that means in regards to the tablet is that it brings to life anything that is in the body or the image of an entity. A statue, a painting, a wax figure, a tiny plastic model, or an ancient mummy are all considered equally important. The tablet would revive a person's ha or sheut equally because either one would be considered an essential part of that person and either one would provide a physical shape for that person.

And now that I have explained why a magic tablet would bring both a wax figure of Theodore Roosevelt and a stuffed monkey to life, it is time to continue with the story. Enjoy!

Shepsheret watched the two boys from her hidden position. She knew she didn't have to skulk about like a thief and it was truly an unbecoming action from someone in her position. But she'd explored all the corners and useful hiding places of the palace when she was a child. It was the only way she could observe her future husband since the royal sons were always separated from the isolated wives and daughters' section of the palace at a young age. Sneaking about had been her only option at the time and she'd kept that knowledge and curiosity as she aged. So even if she didn't need to, she knew how to be stealthy.

From her tucked away corner, she could easily observe her sons. Little Ahkmenrah was practicing his hieroglyphs, looking far more serious as he concentrated than she expected a small child to appear. It was actually fairly sweet to watch him work so hard. A few of the cats that lived in the palace were curled up next to him. The sacred animals were always fond of the younger prince. They were, however, less friendly toward the older prince and kept their distance.

Kahmunrah was across the room, going through the motions of his latest lessons in weaponry. His side-lock of youth was now gone and, in honor of that important event, he now possessed a pair of beautifully-crafted Khopeshes. The long swords, made from bronze with the outer potion of the curved shape deadly sharp and perfect for slashing and cleaving enemies, were weapons worthy of a pharaoh. They were blades that would let him carve out a legacy for himself, leaving behind only blood and the bodies of his foes.

And perhaps that was what worried her about her adopted son. Even after he lived through twelve floodings of the Nile, Kahmunrah never seemed particularly fond of the less physical aspects of his education. When it came to learning how to fight with and without weapons, battle strategies, and how to simply destroy an enemy completely, he was an eager and talented student. But when it came to writing, the history of their people, diplomacy, foreign languages and cultures, and even the sacred religious duties required of the pharaoh, he showed no interest in the lessons and often tried to avoid them. Shepsheret cared for the young man, but she couldn't help wondering what kind of pharaoh he would become.

Yes, it was important for a pharaoh to know how to lead their men in battle. Even Merenkahre fought the Nubians when they rebelled against Egyptian rule and personally killed their king in combat a few years after Kahmunrah's birth. But he also knew how to avoid an unnecessary fight. The mark of a great pharaoh was one who understood how to rule in both peace and war, but Kahmunrah seemed to only care about preparing for combat.

As she watched the young man slash against imaginary foes, Shepsheret couldn't help remembering the prophecies about her children. Kahmunrah's foretold future about bathing the throne in blood and how giving him power would bring only pain and suffering, after years of ignoring the words, now seemed more believable. She could easily imagine him declaring war against all other civilizations, not caring if they were allies or not. And not worrying about the loss of life that might occur.

Perhaps it wasn't too late to help Kahmunrah become a better future pharaoh. Or maybe her fears were nothing. She could be wrong. Part of her hoped her concerns turned out to be nothing. But if there was even the slightest possibility that she might be right, they needed to address his current issues. Perhaps Merenkahre would know how to help Kahmunrah learn to be more thoughtful and calmer.

Watching her children for a few moments more, the queen sent a silent prayer to Isis for guidance and help. Then she silently slipped away.

Merenkahre sat on his throne, remaining as firm and immovable as the statues of past pharaohs. The meeting was fairly ordinary in regards to what was being said. It was mostly reports of what occurred in the farthest reaches of Egypt and the neighboring territories. The reason this particular meeting was more important than others was the people present.

His dear Shepsheret was concerned that Kahmunrah was not learning all he needed to in regards to his future as pharaoh. And though she did not say it, she was beginning to worry about the futures foretold for their sons. The recently-completed tablet, crafted in Ahkmenrah's name and successfully empowered by Khonsu's magic, proved that the young boy was truly favored by the god. The tablet would not have been a success otherwise. And if Khemsait was right about Ahkmenrah, then what did that say about Kahmunrah's fate? He could understand the concerns of his chief wife in the face of such predictions. But perhaps there was still hope for his son. If Kahmunrah could demonstrate the proper behavior for a pharaoh, then he might still become a great ruler.

So Kahmunrah sat on his right as they listened to Neferu's report about one of the smaller agricultural communities that was having difficulties with theft. And in order to be fair to them both and because it was never too early to prepare him for his future as an advisor, Ahkmenrah was sitting a little further away while trying to look interested and mature even while listening to the dull reports. The pharaoh knew that his younger son would prefer to be playing or even practicing his hieroglyphs, but he seemed determined to pay attention regardless.

Both of his sons were instructed to remain silent unless Merenkahre said otherwise, but he wanted them present so they could learn about the responsibilities that came with the throne. He hoped that it would show him more about his children and how they thought.

As Neferu beseeched him to deliver his wisdom on how best to handle the problem, Merenkahre turned to his elder son and said, "Kahmunrah, let us hear your council. Grain is being stolen before a portion of the harvest can be sent to the palace. Neferu believes someone in the community knows who the thief is, but no one is speaking out. How would you solve this problem?"

The heir to the throne spared only a brief moment to look at his father for confirmation that he had permission to speak. Then, a confident smile spread across his face. A thief in a relatively small community might not be the greatest challenge that his son would ever have to deal with, but it would be a reasonable test of his capabilities.

"Round up every man, woman, child, and slave in one place," stated Kahmunrah firmly. "Ask each one if they know who the thief is. And if no one in that village will confess to the crime of stealing grain, which includes the portion that belongs to us, then they must learn such a thing is not tolerated. By stealing that grain, they are stealing from the royal family. From the pharaoh, himself. Both the thief and those who protect him are guilty of crimes we cannot ignore." He paused briefly before continuing, "It is important not to show weakness. Execute one out of every five of the villagers. Once that is done, ask the survivors again who the thief is."

Only years as pharaoh allowed Merekahre to keep his expression under control at his son's calm words. Neferu was less skilled at hiding his feelings, shock and horror flashing briefly across his face before he hid it by bowing and thanking the prince for his "wise suggestion." Such drastic actions for a small village, especially over the small amount of grain being stolen, were horrifying. There was a time and place for bloody and violent strategies, but there were more practical ways to handle the problem. Slaughtering a large number of men, women, children, and slaves simply to force the survivors to speak was not only cruel, but it would destroy a large number of the people who grew the grain in the first place and ensure that the following years would have even smaller harvests.

But he could not scold his elder son's idea in public. That would ruin the image of wise and all-knowing descendents of Ra. Speaking out against Kahmunrah's suggestion in front of other people would humanize the royal family and it was something that could not be done. No, Merenkahre knew he would have to think of something else.

With a small spark of inspiration, he turned towards his youngest son and said, "Ahkmenrah, what would be your council on this matter?"

The young boy glanced back at his father in confusion, but the pharaoh knew that this would be the best way to handle the problem. Merenkahre knew that Ahkmenrah would say something vastly different than killing numerous people. What he might say or if it would be a usable idea didn't matter. By having both children speak out and listening to both of their ideas, it would give the impression that he merely wished to hear opposing ideas. It would give off the impression of balance, which the goddess Ma'at would approve of. From there, he could call the meeting to a close and claim he is going to consider all options before delivering his judgment on the issue.

Ahkmenrah looked around the chamber with a slightly overwhelmed expression on his face, but he spoke with as much calm and authority as his youthfully high-pitched voice would allow.

"Maybe everyone in the village can share with the people who were stolen from. And what would be sent from the palace could still come from the rest of them. But since everyone else would have to give more grain, they would probably be mad at the thief and tell everyone who it was so it would not happen again."

Cover the lost grain by taking it from the rest of the villagers? It would certainly upset the people to send more than their fair share of the harvest just because of the thief's actions. No one be willing to maintain their silence and hide his identity after that. Someone would speak out. The idea had merit and was certainly less violent than the one proposed by Kahmunrah. Even at such a young age, it seemed Ahkmenrah was demonstrating a reasonable and level-headed approach to problems that would serve him well in life. He would make a fine advisor to Kahmunrah someday.

Though it seemed that something would have to be done in order to help the elder prince learn to be a better ruler if his first solution to a minor problem was mass executions. Perhaps there was a way to make use of his current skills in combat that his teachers praised him for and channel his gifts towards a greater purpose. If he served in the army for a time, battling alongside other soldiers and his bodyguards that would accompany him, Kahmunrah might learn the value of the lives of his people. He would have to fight to protect the lives of those he would someday rule. It might instill in him a sense of responsibility that might help temper his decisions. He knew that such things had helped past pharaohs grow into their intended role. Merenkahre hoped that it would work for his elder son too.

But further reflection on the matter would have to wait until after he dealt with his current duty. Turning his attention back towards Neferu, the pharaoh prepared to deliver his statement.

"With such differing thoughts on the matter, it would be best if time is taken to reflect on the matter further. Only after I am certain of the actions the gods would prefer will I make my decision," he stated solemnly. "Until that time, I have other matters to attend to."

Going through all the required motions to declare the meeting over, Merenkahre waited until everyone left the chamber. His sons were the last to leave, Kahmunrah lingering near the doorway with an uncertain expression on his face before finally vanishing from sight. The pharaoh was only alone for a few moments, however, before he was joined by his wife, Khensuhotep, the head priest for Khonsu, and Wajmose, the master craftsman from Sokar's temple. In the priest's hands was the magical object that took five years of effort from sunset to sunrise to create: the Tablet of Ahkmenrah.

"The final spells are in place," said the priest as he handed over the magical creation. "It is a treasure worthy of both a pharaoh and Khonsu himself."

It was truly a beautiful sight. Using both magic and skilled technique to ensure the gold was of a greater quality than ever before attempted, the tablet gleamed and shined as it reflected the light of the nearby torches. Three rows of three panels each were arranged across the surface, designed to flip around or be pressed slightly to activate certain spells. The design was the work of Wajmose and proved to be the perfect solution for the challenges described in the scrolls from the temple of Isis. Between the different combinations of inscriptions depending on which side of the panel was showing, there were more spells inscribed than were immediately visible. By the proper recitation of the written inscriptions and touching the panels in the correct order, various pieces of magic could be unleashed.

No one had ever created anything like it before and Merenkahre knew that no one would ever craft such a thing again.

"Many of the spells in place require someone to activate them specifically," stated Khensuhotep. "But the main spell of the tablet will work without effort as long as all the panels are aligned and it is renewed by moonlight frequently enough. Because it is empowered by Khonsu, the tablet will imbue life during the night to any physical body or image within a structure. But though you are descended from Ra, his gaze will not be a kind one to those touched by this magic. Those who are outside the safety of a building, temple, tomb, or structure when morning arrives will crumble to dust, never to live again."

The pharaoh nodded, "I understand. There are limitations to all magic and I would expect nothing less even when the magic comes from something so powerful." He turned towards Wajmose and remarked, "You are truly a master of your craft, blessed by both Sokar and Ptah. This treasure will serve my family well, but especially my son."

"Your praise is a great honor, my king," he said, inclining his head in respect.

"Mighty pharaoh, you have mentioned that you intend to be entombed with your family and the tablet. Since it will be difficult for the tablet to be exposed to moonlight, especially in a tomb that will be properly hidden and protect your bodies from thieves, it would be best to construct a tomb designed to channel the power of Khonsu and the moon," said Khensuhotep. "It will renew the tablet's magic without needing to be carried out of the tomb on a regular basis."

Merenkahre nodded thoughtfully, "It is past time to start construction on our tombs anyway. Whatever resources you would require to design and build such a structure will be yours."

"I know of several from Sokar's temple and the surrounding area who would be glad to assist in overseeing such a construction project," stated Wajmose. "They would only wish for the best for our pharaoh and his family."

"I shall trust your word on these people's abilities," the pharaoh said. "Anyone you suggest, we shall hire."

"Also, my king, I have one suggestion," said Khensuhotep. "Just as it was important to craft the tablet in his name, it may be wise to build the tomb specifically for your son to ensure that the magic will be most effective. Your entire family can be buried there, but the tomb itself should be for him."

"Then it shall be so," he said. "That is a small price to pay to ensure that the Tablet of Ahkmenrah will always have the magic required to provide life each night."

"Thank you, my king. And if you need nothing more from us at this time, we shall take our leave so that we may begin preparations to locate a site for the tomb that will serve you best."

Merenkahre watched the priest and craftsman walk out of the chamber, the pair already discussing ideas of where to build and who to hire for the project. Then, once he was certain he was alone with his wife, he turned towards Shepsheret with a small look of regret.

"My Glittering Jewel of the Nile, you have more insight than most would suspect," he said. "Your concerns for our eldest son may not be unfounded. It may be time to try something different in order to help Kahmunrah reach his potential as a ruler."

Closing her eyes briefly, she said quietly, "I was afraid of that. If he took the throne as he is today, I am afraid of what would happen to the people of Egypt. What do you suggest, my love?"

"Often a future pharaoh will be given a job or task that will give them a glimpse of their future responsibilities. My father did that for me and his father before him. It may help Kahmunrah as well."

"And what job or task shall you give him?"

Merenkahre said, "He will be given a small group of bodyguards and sent to join the army for a time. He already has a talent for combat, but it will help him learn disciple and how to work alongside others. Fighting with his people, protecting those who he will someday rule should teach him the value of life and responsibility. And perhaps time away from the comforts and familiarity of the palace will help him view the world differently."

There was a brief look of uncertainty on her face in response to his proposal, but Shepsheret said nothing. Instead, she looked down at the golden tablet in her husband's hands.

"One son to be given the throne and the younger to be given a magical object without equal," she said softly. "And yet I wonder if either are ready for the responsibilities."

"If not, they will grow into those responsibilities," he answered firmly. "They are still young. There is still time. Just have faith in our sons and the gods."

Kahmunrah stormed away from where he'd been eavesdropping. He'd known that Father was hiding something and that he would speak about his son's ideas from before. The elder prince wanted to hear Father praise his uncompromising and ruthless method of handling the problem. He knew that it would impress Father that he understood that a true pharaoh must be unwavering and never let anything get in the way of what he desired. So he'd lingered after the others were gone, even promising to play Senet with Ahkmenrah later so that his younger brother would hurry ahead and leave him alone. Kahmunrah had wanted to know what Father thought about the meeting and he instead heard something he'd not expected.

A magic tablet, one forged by craftsmen from Sokar's temple and the priests of Khonsu. He'd known for years that they'd been around the palace, often speaking to the pharaoh or requesting strange materials or scrolls. Kahmunrah simply assumed that they were working on something and never wondered what it might be. Now he knew. A magic tablet with several spells in place upon it, but with at least one that brought life to the lifeless during the night. It was certainly an object with interesting potential. And for a moment, he'd been certain it was meant for him.

Kahmunrah knew it was the logical thing to believe. Father even said that it was a treasure that would serve his son especially well. And he was the only son that truly mattered. He was the eldest son. He was the heir to the throne. He was the future pharaoh. It was his birthright to be the most important and valued person in all of Egypt.

But then he heard them speak the name for the magical object and it took all of his willpower not to shout in surprise. The Tablet of Ahkmenrah. It was named and intended for his younger brother, the one that was never needed in the first place. There was no place or purpose for his sibling's existence. The boy was a mistake and a distraction from the only one who mattered. So why would Father have the priests and craftsmen create a powerful magic tablet in his honor? It made no sense. Ahkmrenrah didn't deserve it. The tablet should have been for the elder prince, the one who would inherit the throne and the one who had a purpose. But instead, they made it for their precious and charming little Ahkmenrah.

Then it somehow managed to be worse. His parents spoke of sending Kahmunrah away. Yes, he wouldn't mind the chance to use his training in real combat. But they were still sending him away from the palace and out of sight. And while Kahmunrah was off fighting, they would still have Ahkmenrah. Dear, sweet, baby brother who could do no wrong would be kept near to them and he would be far away where they couldn't see his accomplishments. They would only hear them as distant tales.

Well, if that is what they wished, he could certainly prove himself regardless. He would make sure that his victories were so great and impressive that no one could doubt his worth. He would kill and conquer any foe that stood in his way. They would write his deeds on the walls of temples, ensuring that he would be known for all of time as the greatest pharaoh who ever lived. Mother and Father would see that he was truly the greatest and most impressive son they could ever ask for. He would make them forget all about Ahkmenrah, the annoying child they never needed.

And as for the tablet, Kahmunrah knew he could make better use of such a magical object than his baby brother could ever imagine. Bringing life to the lifeless was certainly a powerful and amazing spell, but there must be a better one. And once he figured out how to wield such magic, they would certainly give the tablet to him instead.

Still plotting how best to prove how unworthy Ahkmenrah was of any attention and how he didn't even deserve to be part of the royal family, Kahmunrah made his way towards where the servants tended to gather and dwell when not serving them. He didn't even have to say a word before one of them meekly pointed him towards his goal. The elder prince shoved past the servant, not caring that he nearly knocked the man to the ground. It didn't matter anyway. The man was in his way.

He found Raia chasing a snake out of kitchen, a long stick in her hands as she batted it out the doorway. While cats and less venomous snakes could be a blessing when they lurked around stored food since they would kill the mice, many types of snakes could be dangerous and were chased out or killed whenever they were spotted. In many ways, snakes were a multifaceted creature. Some were helpful, such as the goddess Wadjet. She was protective of kings; her image on the crowns they wear, the uraeus. Other serpents were deadly, like Apep who fought Ra every night and tried to bring eternal darkness. But mostly snakes were dangerous to anyone who got in their way. The prince could identify with that trait quite easily.

"Kahmunrah," greeted Raia, turning towards him once the serpent was gone. "What troubles you, my prince?"

"Father intends for me to join the army for a time," he said. "I heard him speak about it. I am uncertain when I shall leave or when I shall return."

Reaching out to cup his face with her hands, she said, "My dear Kahmunrah, I am so sorry. I am certain that the pharaoh means the best for you and wishes you to become a strong ruler. But it breaks my heart to think of you leaving the palace and going where I cannot see you."

He could hear honest regret at the idea of him leaving, but there was something else. She was hiding something, some fear or suspicion about why he was being sent away. He considered the idea of ordering her to tell him, but Kahmunrah decided to remain silent for the moment. Her suspicions did not seem strong from her expression and he knew she would warn him if the woman believed that something was truly wrong. Raia cared for him too much to do otherwise.

"I know that Father would not make this decision unless he was certain that it is the wisest one," he said finally. "And I will certainly make sure to learn all that I can while I am away. Perhaps I can start collecting great deeds to my name, ensuring that I am remembered for all of time."

Smiling at the young man, Raia nodded, "That is the best way to look at it. I will eagerly await the tales of your battles. And for your return home."

Thuity wondered if those who were envious of his position truly knew what it was like to be him. Being the preferred playmate to the heir to the throne sounded impressive. Such children would grow up being referred to as "Foster Brother of the Lord of the Two Lands" and would have such titles inscribed upon their tombs. But Thuity would surrender all the honor and prestige if it meant that he didn't have to deal with Kahmunrah on a regular basis.

The prince was younger than him, but he was also stronger and possessed a temper that was difficult to see coming. There were times when Kahmunrah would speak in a friendly manner or would seem completely harmless with his behavior. Thuity used to make that mistake when he was younger. Now he knew better. The prince was to be feared and obeyed. Anything else was to court disaster. The scribe's son could only imagine what it would be like once he became pharaoh.

So when Kahmunrah approached him with a conspiring look on his face, Thuity was both terrified and resigned to do whatever he said. It was the smartest way to avoid another "accident." Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't be surprised by whatever the prince had planned.

"You will be going to Memphis," Kahmunrah said without introduction.

"All right… And what shall I do when I get there?" he asked, confused.

The prince explained, "The craftsmen for the temple of Sokar will be returning there soon. They and the priests for Khonsu just completed… a project for Father and I feel it would be best to provide an offering to the god Sokar as thanks. I shall tell Father later about this idea, but I am certain he will agree."

"And I am the offering?" asked Thuity, not certain what was going on.

"In a way. You will return to the temple of Sokar to join them as a priest."

While he was a little older than most when they decide to join a priesthood for a specific god or goddess, it wasn't unheard of. And Thuity was already well-educated on a number of topics due to attending the lessons with Kahmunrah (and sometimes even when the prince skipped them). He'd never considered being a priest for Sokar, but it was certainly a better future than many.

Besides, he would be at the temple in Memphis and the palace was in Thebes. That would mean that he would no longer see Kahmunrah on a regular basis. The idea certainly had merit. But he just didn't know why the prince would suddenly make this demand.

"While there, you will research everything you can determine about the tablet they just completed," Kahmunrah continued. "A project this unique will be recorded by someone. Or you can question the craftsmen involved. Either way, you will learn all you can. And then, you will research everything you can at that temple. Every story and every scroll. Anything of value, you will learn and report to me."

"What are you planning?" asked Thuity hesitantly. "What are you looking for?"

"Power," he answered simply.

Before he could question the prince further, the sound of running feet interrupted the pair. A quick look down the hall demonstrated that Ahkmenrah was the one approaching. The older prince grimaced slightly at his sibling's appearance.

"You said you'd play Senet with me," said the young boy. "I have everything ready."

His voice tense, Kahmunrah said, "I'm busy right now. But Thuity will play with you."

The scribe's son glanced briefly between the two princes. Then he decided it was best to obey the elder one immediately and go play the board game. Besides, he'd rather get away from Kahmunrah and whatever scheming he had in mind at the moment. Thuity wasn't even sure he wanted to know more about what the elder prince was planning.

So he hurried after the excited child and tried his best to look forward to his upcoming move.

Okay, I've finally decided to start nailing down a specific time frame in regard to when in the past these guys are supposed to be from. Sort of. I mean, I figure that due to the fact that Merenkahre, Ahkmenrah, and Kahmunrah never actually existed, the history in the movie universe is at least slightly different. Thus, I'll have to rearrange a few things in regards to if and when other pharaohs ruled. But I had to figure it out so I would know what kind of things would be going on at the same time, who the enemies of Egypt would be at the time, and other little tidbits.

I figured that having them in the New Kingdom time period would be best since that is when the most familiar and famous pharaohs are from. Further narrowing it down is the fact that Kahmunrah attacked Larry with a Khopesh, the curved sword thing that he fought against with a flashlight. Those started falling out of use around 1300 BC, which means that he would probably be from before that time period. That places them during the Eighteenth Dynasty. Now, when Ahkmenrah first introduces himself in the original movie, he refers to himself as (and I'm paraphrasing from memory) "fourth king of the fourth king" or something pretty similar. And Kahmunrah calls himself "fifth king of Egypt" at some point in the second film. I figure that could be taken to mean they are the fourth and fifth king respectively of the Eighteenth Dynasty, which would make Merenkahre the third.

Putting all of this together, this would mean that Thutmose I and II have essentially been replaced by Merenkahre and Ahkmenrah respectively (sorry, guys). Of course, that would also mean that Kahmunrah replaced Hatshepsut, but I'd rather imagine that she just waited a little and ruled after Kahmunrah instead. Because I am not having him replace one of the most famous female pharaohs. She can take over after his death. Of course, in order to have enough time for everyone to fit in properly, some of the earlier pharaohs will have to have a shorter reign. But the reign of Amenhotep I wasn't particularly eventful and it isn't too hard to shave a little time off the reign of Ahmose I too, so it is easy to assume that Merenkahre took over a little sooner in the movie universe.

So in regards to my new "Night at the Museum" movie universe's history in regards to the Eighteenth Dynasty of Ancient Egypt, the timeline of pharaohs are as follows (with a spoiler warning of when certain characters will die in the story).

Ahmose I starts ruling in 1549 BC (just like in our universe) until 1529 BC. Then Amenhotep I rules from 1529 BC until 1510 BC. At this point, Merenkahre rules from 1510 BC (with Kahmunrah born about the same time period and Ahkmenrah being born around 1503 BC) until he dies in about 1486 BC. Then Ahkmenrah is pharaoh from about 1486 BC until 1485 BC. This leads to Kahmunrah ruling from 1485 BC until 1479 BC. At this point, Hatshepsut starts ruling as regent for Thutmose I (who would have been Thutmose III in our timeline) and later claims herself to be officially pharaoh in 1479 BC, which allows the movie universe's timeline to start matching the real one again.

Was that overly complicated? Sorry. I just wanted to get those details worked out a little so I know when they fit into things. Here it is again, only a little simpler.

Ahmose I: 1549-1529 BC (twenty years)

Amenhotep I: 1529-1510 BC (nineteen years)

Merenkahre: 1510-1486 BC (twenty-four years)

Ahkmenrah: 1486-1485 BC (one year)

Kahmunrah: 1485-1479 BC (six years)

Hatshepsut: 1479-1458 BC (twenty-one years)

Thutmose I (normally called Thutmose III): 1479-1425 BC (fifty-four years)

All right, I'll stop at this point. I think that should be enough research and educational tidbits for this chapter. I have no idea when the next chapter will be ready, but hopefully you'll like it. And remember, reviews are always appreciated.