Author's Note: Hey everyone! I will be travelling tomorrow(Disneyworld, yay, I'm so excited! I'm going on The Mummy roller coaster!) so I won't be able to update for the next 2 weeks, but guess what? The next chapter is already written and I'll update as soon as I land, ok?

The Egyptian princess was actually called Nefertiti, but in the movies she appears as Nefertiri, which confused me a bit, but I did I little research and found out the producers changed in order not to interfere in history and they were concerned with the jokes viewers would make of the name. Anyway, I decided to use Nefertiri then, enjoy.

And last, as this is set after the first movie, so they don't know about their reincarnations…yet.

Oh, and I forgot to mention, this is a flashback and what Evy dreams when she passes out.

Anyway, thank you very much for reading, now to the story.

Egypt-2700 Before Christ

Princess Nefertiri strolled through the hallways of the asleep palace. Entering the huge library, she, as stubborn as ever, went straight to the restricted section. Nefertiri knew wasn't fond of her reading books from the restricted section. She had been caught several times, which earned her a big boring lecture about books and curses. This time, she was being more careful, though: It was in the middle of the night and she had made sure no one was following her. Everybody kept telling her not to read the restricted section of the library, but she never listened. What harm can come from reading a book, anyways?

The princess walked through the shelves of the deserted library, there she felt save and complete somehow, just like she always did when there were books around. She took a thick book from one of the shelves and just as it slipped from its place, she heard a deep voice coming from behind.

"You shouldn't read that book, Princess." Said the voice, startling the princess, who dropped the book she was holding to her feet. She turned, scared it would be her father, but was thankful to be greeted by a blue pair of eyes she couldn't remember having seen it before. Those were gorgeous eyes, she would have thought in other circumstances, but right now, she was far more concerned about finding out if the stranger would tell the pharaoh her whereabouts this time of the night.

"Who are you?" The words came out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"I'm a Med-Jai" He answered matter of factly.

"I know you are a Med-Jai" She returned, not satisfied with his answer, referring to the Egyptian hieroglyphics plastered on his forehead. "I meant, what's your name?"

"Why do you want my name?"

"I want to know who I am talking to"

"You don't need my name for that, names are really precious things, you know."

"You know mine."

"I don't call you by it"

"You call me what, then?" She folded her arms, defiantly.

"Princess"

"Princess? How come?"

"Well, you are a princess, aren't you?"

Frustrated with that little conversation of theirs, she bent down to pick up the book that was left on the ground. She was surprised, however, by how the Med-Jai could be faster as he, on an impulse, grabbed the object before she could reach it.

"I meant it when I said you shouldn't read it."

" Tell me your name and perhaps I won't" She teased with a crooked smile.

He pondered about the offer for a few moments before finally giving in and replying "Asim"

"Asim? I have never heard of it, what does it stand for?" She asked, always so curious.

"Protector"

"Alright then….Asim… If you excuse me, I would like to get that book and return to my room" She said, trying to get it from his strong hands, but once again, he was faster and snapped it out of her reach.

"You told me you wouldn't read it if I gave you my name" He said putting the book behind him.

"I said perhaps I wouldn't." She told him with a little smile, but soon realized the man wasn't in for a joke. "Why would you not like me to read it?"

"Your father doesn't allow you" He answered with the straight face of the Med-Jais.

"What harm can come from reading a book?" She inquired.

For that, Asim didn't really have an answer. Honestly, he never understood why the books in the restricted section were so…. Well, restricted. He was simply following orders.

Seeing his hesitation, she saw the perfect opportunity. The princess took the book from his grasp as he was so immersed in his own thoughts and ran as fast as she could towards her chamber. She looked over her shoulder to see him dumbstruck in the same place. He looked deep into her eyes and, for a moment, time seemed to stand still, surrounding them with a strange sensation neither could recognize, even though it was different from anything they had ever experienced, it was also somehow comforting and familiar. She saw his eyes pleading her to stay, to return the book and, lost in the depth of his blue eyes, she had to admit she nearly gave in, but decided otherwise and continued her way as she burst out laughing of his helpless face.