Chapter 2 - Pharaoh Time

Chapter 2

She peeked around the corner of the wall to see what had caused the noise to jolt her awake. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, the pharaoh Ahkmenrah climbed out of his tomb and stopped midway as he heard a gasp. She looked away quickly, hoping he didn’t spot her and sighed. Her hand came over her chest, and felt her heart pounding like crazy at what she just witness. How can a dead pharaoh be alive?

Ahkmenrah glanced around at the one who made that sound; he swore he just saw a girl staring at him. He blinked several times and wondered if he was imagining things or not. He stepped out of his sarcophagus, his long golden robe, rustled a bit with each step he took towards the back of his exhibit (or tomb). He walked around the corner and came face to face with a girl. Her hazel green eyes stared at him in shock and her gaze was locked with his.

Ahkmenrah watched as she swayed on her feet and fainted before him. He burly managed to catch her in time, almost falling over himself, but managed to get her head smacked against the concrete floor. He cringed at the sound of the impact and lifted her up, cradling her against him. She felt so soft and fragile in his arms, he was scared she would snap in two.

He looked down at her; and lifted a hand to brushed back strands of hair the fell over her face and smiled to himself. She was quite beautiful, her skin a light tan color and long light brown hair, he spotted strands of golden tint here and there.

He glanced around wondered where to lay her down and made his way to his tomb. He knelt down on one knee and gently laid her down on the ground. He reached out and with his fingers pressing against the base of her head wondering where the bump was.

She groaned in pain when she felt someone probing around the base of her head. Her eyes flickered open and stared up at those brown eyes, she couldn’t look away from his gaze. She remembered where she was and one of her hands shot up, getting him right on the jaw. He fell backwards and cursed in Egyptian, his golden crown falling from his head and stopping near the jackals. She pushed herself to a sitting position and cradled her bruised up hand against her chest and glared at him.

She spoke, “What the hell is your problem!? What a minute, who are you to begin with?” He rubbed his jaw and pointed at himself with his other hand, she nodded and cocked her head wondering if he was dumb or something, who else would she be talking to.

He stood up, brushing the dirt and dust from his cloak. He bowed to her and spoke, having a British accent to it, “I am Ahkmenrah, fourth kings of the fourth kings, ruler of the lands of my father.” He watched as her mouth fell open, and chuckled softly.

She stood rather quickly and stumbled, she reached out and gripped his sarcophagus and jabbed a finger in his direction. “Wait! You’re not real! You’re supposed to be dead!” She watched him as he took a cautious step towards her and continued to walk in her direction, until he stood inches away from her. She had to look up slightly and was caught by those beautiful brown eyes of his. She shook her head and stepped back, a little suspicious of him and felt something hard behind her. Remember the sarcophagus behind her, she panicked and looked around for an exit.

She spotted the only exit she knew, and made a dash for it, and in not seeing his crown on the ground. She tripped over it, landing face first on the ground. She groaned and felt an impact of some sort near her head, looking up. She stared at the two jackals that guarded the tomb and let out a scream. She jumped to her feet and came face to face to, two giant spears pointing right at her throat.

Ahkmenrah barked some command in Egyptian towards the jackals, and they stepped down bowing to him and resuming their positions by the entrance of his tomb. Nefret stood there to shock to move as he came over to her. Retrieving his crown, he held it by his hip as she stared up at him, noticing that he had coffee colored hair which was curly. He spoke, which made her jump slightly, “I’m so sorry about what they did just now. I didn’t mean to scare you, and I probably deserved that punch I just got back there. Which sort of caught me off guard? And I know you’re wondering how a 3,000 year old mummy, is living and breathing. Are I correct. You want the truth too, right?”