Hello, from the land of the dead!

You must all forgive me for the tardiness of this chapers, and it's lack of length! I have been super, super busy! After my hospital stay things became a little hectic... Then of all things found out I was expecting again. Even better I found out I was expecting twins! Haha

oh dear me, life is fun of lots of twists and turns!

As I promised I am not giving up on these stories of mine! The only issue is that it may take me a while to get chapters up now that I have three babies under two on my hands. Haha

Again I am so sorry this has taken so long; do enjoy!

She dreamed of an old reality, one that had disappeared at her fingertips; Of a life with a handsome, caring man and the child they would of conceived together. Oh goodness, The adventures. There was another time where she would meet the priest, though things would come to pass much differently then they had before. A great battle, And the concubine resurrected. His sudden realization that she did not truly love him the way he loved her. The illusion gave her a smug sense of cruel irony on his behalf. Her only regret was that these were things that would no longer come to pass, for that 'Eve' no longer existed. Did they know; would they ever come searching for her? The probability was low, but the idea was marry.

This was all rather hard to comprehend. She felt as if she was grasping at straws and It was insufferable. The worst of it a was this gnawing hunger for attention she was not willing to ask for. His attention. Despite their agreement he was still dallying with the concubine. He was not playing by the rules and it was not fair. Oh good heavens, now she sounded like a whining child. Angrily she smothered her flushed face into the heels of her palms. What was she to do?

"Nothing different than you had done once already, daughter."

Her body iced over at the almost inaudible voice. It shook with the voices of thousands and thumped against her skin. She stumbled almost painfully into the godlike thunder. Here in the darkness of her mind there was another. Her eyes shot up only to find a light in this abyss; within it was a form that the brightness made fuzzy. She squinted.

She was seeing things now. Lovely.

A beautiful rumble of laughter danced into the emptiness around her and the figure drew closer. "You may think what you wish, daughter."

"I assure you sir, I am anything but your daughter." She could not help but mutter sourly.

"Everything is my child." He returned. She raised a brow in the bright man's direction. The closer he got the more she could see of his well built structure. Tucked under one arm was a type of helmet with an odd shape. Bird like almost. She paused. Wait. Bird helmet, bright figure who called everything his child? No, it could not be possible. "Anything is possible child and truly, if you live by this logic, you too an impossibility."

Sweet gods above, this was Ra. In all honesty she should not be so surprised. She had travel back in time, caused a mummy to terrorize the world and read from a magical book. How was this much different? The magic Imhotep possessed had to come from somewhere. She raced back through his words, trying to understand exactly what was happening. "Wait; change nothing then what I already done?" Her brows pulled together in disbelief. "Your telling me to not change the outcome of the curse?"

"The outcome of the curse can come to many different conclusions, the one you have already experienced was only one of many. Time is a tricky mistress, sweet daughter."

Reasonable. They called it the butterfly effect in her time. Who knew what changing the events would cause. The possibilities were endless as far as scientist were concerned. Though this was an only a theory; no one thought someone could experience it. Yet, here she was. She shook her head with a sigh. Trying to rub out the oncoming headache. "So not changing the outcome can change the events regardless."

"Indeed."

"Why are you telling me this?" She stared up at his blinding form the best she could.

"Your priest has something of mine and misused its purpose." There was a subtitle growl behind his words. The sounds sent shivers up her spine. An angry God; how could anyone expect to survive his wrath. She knew exactly what he spoke of. How could she forget the eye of Ra? A dagger used to bring them back to this time. "Sacrificed a royal blood line to shift the results of time. Your priest is lucky to still take breath, my daughter. We had contemplated taking his life as compensation and Had it not been for Osiris the payment would have been obtained." She felt a tingle of worry set deep in her stomach. The gods were angry with Imhotep for reversing time, now they were asking to keep it the way it was? "Almost, daughter. What I wish for is the items return. While it is true we hope for things to remain as they were, We shall not force you. You are no longer the same Nefertiti. Your will and stubbornness is much stronger then the young princess's; Regardless of what happens time will never be the same because of these reasons."

It will never be the same. She smiled sadly at the feeling of old memories tug at her conscience. "Of course," she sucked in a deep breath trying to relieve the tension in her heavy shoulders. "If you wish for the return of the dagger then it would be my honour to do so."

"I thank you, my daughter." She could hear the smile on his voice as he suddenly vanished into the darkness.

Alone again.

The thought of not changing the outcomes of her supposed future made a slightly mused grin to occupy her features. Perhaps this wouldn't be so awful after all. She wouldn't have to hold back anymore; stand back angrily as he had his way with her father's consort. She was the only one fallowing the rules and now she wasn't sure if she wanted to.

Flush rushed over her cheeks. Realizing how she was suddenly so ready to have at this man she hated for so long. She had a serious issue with this lust building in her loins. Sucking in a deep breath Eve gave herself a shake. She would never admit it out loud, but this strange encounter took a heavy load off her chest. She had hardly been in his presence for a few days but she could feel the fragile clays of her willpower beginning to crack under the sun of his golden gaze. The need grew ever more persistent. Pulling like a rabid dog on a chain.

When she reawakens, she decided, things will change.