[center [font “times” [size11 OUR STORY BEGINS IN [#800020 [B [I 1290 B.C.]]]. ALONG THE NILE, WE ARE INTRODUCED TO[#800020 [B [I ISIS]]], A BEAUTIFUL SERVANT UNDER THE OWNERSHIP OF A TERRIBLY VIOLENT MASTER. THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES HER DAYS BEARABLE ARE THE MOMENTS SHE SPENDS IN THE ARMS OF HER LOVER [#800020 [B [I AHMED]]] , A GUARD FOR [#800020 [B [I THE SCORPION KING: THUTMOSE]]] . ISIS IS NOT LIKE YOUR TYPICAL SERVANT; SHE CAN READ, WRITE, AND SPEAK FLUENT BABYLONIAN. ONE NIGHT SHE IS CAUGHT LEAVING THE KING’S PALACE. INSTEAD OF BEING KILLED, THE KING DECIDES TO MAKE HER A HOUSE SLAVE.
THUTMOSE GROWS AN ATTRACTION TO THE SERVANT VERY QUICKLY AND ASSAULTS HER, CONTINUOUSLY, TO WHICH ANGERS AHMED AND ALSO [#800020 [B [I THE QUEEN TUYA]]]. ONCE ISIS GIVES BIRTH TO TH EKING’S CHILD, THE QUEEN ORDERS HER AND HER DAUGHTER TO BE KILLED.
ISIS AND AHMED MANAGE TO MEET UP TO WHICH HE FREES HER AND THEY VOW TO KILL THE QUEEN. THEIR PLAN IS FOILED BY A PRIEST WHO PRETENDED TO BE A HITMAN. IN FRONT OF THE COURT, THE COUPLE IS SENTENCED TO [#800020 [B [I DEATH]]]. ISIS HAS HER TONGUE CUT AND IS BURNED ALIVE. AHMED IS BURIED ALIVE, THOUSANDS OF BLACK SCORPIONS COVERING HIS BODY. ]]]
[center [font “times” [size11 DESPITE THE TRAGIC KILLING OF THE COUPLE, ISIS’ BLOODLINE LIVED ON. HER DAUGHTER WAS SENT OFF WITH AOTHER SERVANT, WHO RAISED HER AND SENT HER TO WORK FOR ANOTHER KING, TO WHICH SHE EVENTUALLY MARRIED HIS SON. SHE BECAME [B [I [#800020 THE FIRST QUEEN]]] NOT OF ROYAL BLOOD. HER FAMILY WENT ON TO TELL HER STORY WHICH WAS GREATLY POPULAR AS THE YEARS PASSED AND ARCHAEOLOGIST AND HISTORIANS BECAME AWARE OF THIS SLANT IN HISTORY.
WE CONTINUE OUR STORY IN [B [I [#800020 FALL OF 2020]]] IN THE BEAUTIFUL [B [I [#800020 WASHINGTON D.C.]]]. WE ARE INTRODUCED TO [B [I [#800020 HER]]], WHO IS A DIRECT LINK TO ISIS’ BLOODLINE. SHE IS [B [I [#800020 A HISTORY GRADUATE STUDENT]]]: EMPHASIS IN EGYPTIAN HISTORY. CURRENTLY SHE IS WORKING ON HER FIELD STUDY. ALWAYS INTERESTED IN HER HISTORY, SHE DECIDES TO PLAN AN EXCAVATION WITH THE HOPES OF LOCATING THE TOMB OF AHMED, SET TO BE LOCATED UNDER THE STATUE OF [B [I [#800020
THE DEITY SET]]]: GOD OF CHAOS, FIRE, AND TRICKERY AND FATHER OF ANUBIS.
[B [I [#800020 SHE]]] IS JOINED BY HER INSTRUCTOR AND HER PARTNER WHO IS FILMING THEIR TRIP. THEY ARE SET TO MEET [B [I [#800020 HIM]]] WHO IS TO HELP HER DURING THE JOURNEY. HE IS INTERESTED IN THE [B [I [#800020 TREASURE]]] MORE THAN WHAT THIS MEANS FOR HISTORY. YET, HIS INTELLIGENCE COMES IN HANDY AS THEY LOCATE THE ENTRANCE, THANKS TO THE MAP [B [I [#800020 SHE]]] PROVIDES HIM, FROM THE JOURNAL PASSED DOWN THROUGH HER FAMILY. AS ITS LATE, THEY DECIDE TO COME BACK NEXT MORNING. ]]]
[center [font “times” [size11 [B [I [#800020 SHE]]] HAS A DREAM THAT NIGHT OF ISIS WHO TELLS HER TO SEARCH FOR THE [B [I [#800020 BOOK]]]. THEY HEAD INTO THE BURIAL SITE WHERE THERE IS TREASURE GALORE. ALONG THE WAY THEY FIND THEMSELVES CAUGHT UP IN SECRET ROOMS AND TRAPS. THEY EVENTUALLY FIND THE BOOK AMONGST OTHER VALUABLE ITEMS. ONCE SHE HAS THE BOOK, SHE IS OVERTAKEN BY ISIS’ SPIRIT AND READS A PASSAGE THAT UNKNOWING TO THEM, AWAKENS AHMED WHO HAS BEEN POWERED BY THE DEITY SET.
WITH THEIR FINDINGS. AHMED IS AWAKENED THOUGH AND HE BELIEVES HES STRONG ENOUGH TO MAKE A KINGDOM OF HIS OWN. ALL HE NEEDS IS HIS QUEEN. WITH AN ARMY OF THE DEAD, THE GROUP TRIES THEIR HARDEST TO REMAIN ALIVE – IN SEARCH OF [B [I [#800020 THE JEWEL]]] TO WHICH THEY WILL BE ABLE TO TRAP AHMED IN THE UNDERWORLD FOR GOOD.]]]
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Jane was too wired to sleep, too wired to be thinking out a proper plan. She was scared of what would happen if they didn’t succeed at this and she knew the likelihood was that Ahmed was quicker than they were and might be waiting for them. But they had to try.
Jane slid from the camel and looked to Saiorse, nodding a little. She could understand her friend being scared and she had every right to be. This wasn’t normal, it was like something plucked straight from a horror movie and Jane was just as scared but there was an air of determination about her. She wasn’t just some prissy history student, she had some mettle where it mattered. She looked to Logan and gave a small, curt nod.
“Alright.” She said as she fumbled to pull out her journal and eye over the details. The lost city had once been rich and beautiful and full of life and now it was tattered ruins, half swallowed up by the sands.
Jane looked to Logan,
“Let’s go.” She said as she headed into the desolate ruins.
“There’s no way to kill him, not unless we have the book of life to put him away. And if he gets back to full power...” She said and trailed off, glancing over to Logan. She walked for a while before realising they were at the heart of the city,
“This place was rich once, home to Pharos.” She mumbled looked around for a moment, holding out the journal,
“The heart of the city, they put the vase around here, buried for years.” She explained as she leaned on a battered old wall. She peered down into the abyss of darkness and sighed,
“I really hate the dark.” She murmured as she laced up one of her boots and fumbled to tug a torch out as she headed down the broken and crumbling ruins.
The sand shifted around them, whispering and it grew more and more.
“Ahmed’s here.” Jane said quietly, voice tight in her throat.
“The Lost City?’ Logan repeated. “It’s about a day’s trip, but I mean there’s not much there.” He tried to think about what could be there. A part of Logan was actually a bit afraid. Though, he knew that if they did stay together then there was a chance that they could actually [I save the world]. He wondered where Ahmed was currently, a roaming spirit with enough anger to tear up a whole city; where would be the first place that he would go?
“Right, the sooner we leave the better.” Logan could see the hesitancy and the slight fear in the professor’s face, but soon enough they were all making their way out.
Johnny looked through the small slit in his tent opening, watching as Logan and his group were heading out on their camels. He knew whatever was going on was a big thing, Logan wasn’t usually so possessive when it came to his finds and something about this led Johnny to believe that it was the biggest score ever; bigger than the gold and other treasure that lied within the tomb. He was starting to think that maybe there was something true about the madness that Logan insisted he was a part of in the tomb.
Ahmed meanwhile was wandering the desert, in search of the Lost City to which he knew that his lungs would be found. He’d be closer to reaching his physical form. Once in power physically, he had hope to bring life back to his love Isis. He knew of course that the [I humans] were on his trail and would try to disrupt his plans. His power wasn’t as strong, but he could feel their energy getting closer
The day had passed quickly, and it was come sunrise they reached what had been once a bustling and beautiful realm of life. Now, it was sand and half covered statues and buildings. It was quiet of course, them the only humans for miles. Logan got off the camel, his hands on his hips as he looked around at the ever long sandy surface. He started to recall something he had read in the journal and knew that it was more than likely that Ahmed had arrived before them and it best they prepare for any trouble he would bring forth.
“I think I should stay out here,” Saoirse said with a small smile. He could tell she was worried. Logan sighed out.
“Alright then, maybe just us two should check it out?” Logan said as he looked to Jane.
Jane shook her head and rolled her eyes at Logan's words. Although he did have a point, Jane’s book smarts wouldn’t save them from dangerous situations. She didn’t know the land as well as Logan and she certainly didn’t posses the brute strength he did.
“The lost city.” She shrugged and handed him the journal, “Thats all it says. Jane has to admit she was a little lost but she supposed it had to be Amun-Rah.
“Amun-Rah, or what’s left of it.” Jane said and looked to the professor.
“We should stay together.” She said, knowing that everything bad always happened when everyone split up. She wasn’t going to risk it, eyes trailed to Logan as she fixed her hair back from her face.
“Is it a long way from here?” She remarked, realising she honestly had no idea but Logan probably knew better than her. Jane wasn’t afraid of locusts or frogs but she did know the plagues included the water turning to blood, death of first born sons and that would wreck havoc on everything. Disease, sickness and famine would decimate the country and if Ahmed returned to full power then they would be done for.
“Come on, we don’t have time to waste.” She said as she shifted and her camel started off across the sands, she was worried and she felt massively responsible for this.
Jane certainly had something to prove and it was obvious she wanted to be the one to fix things considering that it had been her to unleash Ahmed in the first place. There was no use in continuously trying to find who was the blame the most. They were Egypt’s only hope at the moment and they wouldn’t do well to be fighting with one another. Logan honestly was still trying to get a strong grasp pf what was going on and actually accepting that it wasn’t fiction. Logan had taken the notes offered and read them over. It was incredibly detailed and from the looks of it, thy would be going on some wild hunt for these body parts. [I If] they were still around. Though of course if the legend proved true, then all aspects of it had to be true which worried Logan. They already had enough on their plat with Johnny, he didn’t know who else would be coming after them regarding this. Of course, Ahmed was at his weakest now, but how long would that last?
Logan watched in awe, Jane now a bit more confident as she mounted the camel. He knew despite her teasing she too had to be alarmed at what was going on and surely had to know that there was no way she could travel the lands of Egypt without getting lost. Smirking, he got on his own camel.
“As if you could do this without me.” They made a good team though and Logan wasn’t going to deny that Jane was incredibly smart.
Saoirse shuddered at the mentioning of locusts. She was still a bit lightheaded from fainting earlier. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Neither do I,” the professor said. “Maybe it best we go to thee authorities.” Logan looked to the professor in disbelief.
“Oh right; hey officer you see this pretty little uni student just released a thousand-year-old spirit whose plan is to wreak havoc until he has obtained the strength to become Egypt’s leader. Look we don’t have much time; I want us out of her before Johnny wakes up.” Logan looked back to Jane. “So where to first?” It was clear the last stop would be the grave of his soulmate. Though, Logan knew that Isis’ grave had already been discovered and most of her remains and items from the cave had been placed in the local museum. That would sure enough anger Ahmed into raising an army.
Jane looked to Saiorse and chewed her lip. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not but she did know it was hopeless to tell the woman no, this was as much her journey as it was Jane’s and she nodded finally.
“Alright.” She agreed as she looked to Logan and rolled her eyes, still not entirely pleased with him but this wasn’t the time to argue. Right then, their group was the only ones who believed what was going on.
“The lost city of Amun-Rah.” She said and held the notes out, “Ahmed’s uh, rest of his remains are buried there. If we can stop him getting them then we might stand a chance. Otherwise, I’ll have to find out where his lover is buried-“ she cut off and glanced to the others.
“Ancient Egyptians used to take out organs, to stop the dead coming back and they sort of put them in jars supposedly guarded by the gods.” Jane explained and swung her leg over her camel.
“You don’t have to come, there’s no shame in being afraid.” Jane remarked with a small smirk at Logan, hoping he would bite the bait because whilst she was academically knowledgable in this field, she didn’t know the lands as well as Logan who seemed to have a penchant for getting into places he shouldn’t be. Jane glanced to the others who had joined with Tommy and she was unsure about them.
“If Ahmed gets back to full form, then it’s over. He’ll raise an entire army that will sweep across Egypt. Even with his form now, he could start plagues. Let’s see...” Jane adjusted how she was sitting, “There was locusts, famine, frogs...” She trailed off when she realised she was sounding a little bit doom and gloom.
Saoirse sighed out, her head pounding, and she was honestly still trying to get an understanding on what she saw and filmed. It couldn’t be real right? She didn’t want to turn into some kind of lunatic after something like this, but she was positive that she saw a man come back to life. Well something like that, Ahmed was still in a sense dead until he cast the right spell. Though, it was up to them to stop it unless madness ensued.
“Jane,” Saoirse said weakly with a sigh. She knew she couldn’t let her do this alone, they were in a foreign land and didn’t know where anything or anyone was, hell Saoirse was positive most of the notes in the journal were hard to interpret much like the scribbled drawings. She knew that she couldn’t just let Jane go out there on her own, her grade depended on it and of course she had come to be a friend with the woman.
Grunting, she sat up then and started to gather her things before heading out. She attached her portable charger to the camera, knowing it would take a while before it would load up and she could view the footage.
“Don’t be st- silly,” Saoirse said with a sigh. “I am coming with.”
Logan on the other hand seemed to have the same plans, he and Johnny had been friends for a while, but that meant they were close a Logan knew that Johnny didn’t play fair. It would work in their favor to get what they wanted and needed and go; if they expected to still be the ones to get the glory from this discovery. Of course, by this point, Logan had decided to actually believe that Ahmed had been reborn and was set to plague Egypt with disaster. They had to find him and capture him. He’d already packed up his belongings and rounded up the professor before walking toward the women’s tent, pausing when Saoirse stumbled out.
“And where were you two planning to go?” He asked, Logan’s eyes looking toward Jane.
Jane was angry, not just at Logan but at herself as well. How could she have done something like that? She hadn’t been herself and she had thought it was a dream until Ahmed had awoken. She was grateful of course for the shade in the tent as she draped a thin blanket over her shoulders and tried to make sense of what had happened as she filtered through the notes in her journal, desperate to find any information.
“Wait, I’ve got it.” She said as she poked her head out of the tent.
“Ancient Egyptians separates the parts of the soul. The heart, brain and other bits.” She said as Saiorse groggily watched her.
“They separates it from the body and for him to be fully restored...” She could tell people were angry with her but they still had to try and fix this.
“The locations are drawn down, but I’m not sure I recognise all of them.” She explained as she looked through the book, listening to Johnny and the others tutting.
“We would need the book of life to send him back, before he can raise an army.” She explained and Saiorse rubbed her head,
“Jane, sweetheart, maybe it was just a bad dream, okay? Get some rest. We can’t go trekking all over Egypt.” Saiorse murmured and Jane frowned, getting to her feet.
“Fine then I’ll do it myself.” She said, stubbornly as she threw some things into a bag and looked to the camels. She would do this with or without anyone’s help because she knew the legends of Ahmed’s power and his list for revenge for the life he had lost simply for daring to be in love. He was dangerous and right then, they were sitting ducks here.
Logan didn’t resist rolling his eyes at her explanation, his mouth falling open at her comment. “Well you certainly didn’t think very hard about taking the book, isn’t that right?” He was yelling at the air though, Jane leaving her dust to float in the air behind her as she stormed to her tent. Logan threw his hands up in the air. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, and the crazy thing was he didn’t know what he was referring to. “Tour Guide,” he snorted, then feeling a hand on his shoulder. He turned to se Johnny.
“Girl trouble?” He asked. Logan had then noticed the small crew that Johnny had with him, now without asking, taking part in their camping area. It appeared the professor and Saoirse had returned to their tents. He could only hope that the professor wasn’t crazy enough to call about [I this] part of their discovery. If so, there would be an influx of people crowding their find and Logan was not going to let that happen. The unfortunate thing about a story is that you got those who believed and those who didn’t, but who were curious and neither outnumbered the other. They’d come swarming into site and more than likely ruin everything.
“That is the least of my worries. What are you doing here anyways?” Logan asked as the both of theme walked to have a seat near the fire.
“I knew you’d need my help; you always end up in some mess.”
“Now you know that’s a damn lie. And you know the rules.”
“I do and I also know that you’ve removed a single jewel from there yet.” Logan looked at him appalled as Johnny cracked a smile. “Hey no one took anything, just needed to kind of see who we were dealing with.”
“You were threatened by some college girls?” Logan chuckled and shook his head. “She read from the Book of the Dead Johnny and – “
“Wait wait, you’re playing pussy because of some spooky story?” It occurred to Logan then that Johnny didn’t see Ahmed, which explained his cool demeanor. He started to question himself. He needed to get his hands on that camera. “Look, this is the biggest discovery Logan and you know it; just let us tag along?”
Logan was distracted by his thoughts, sighing out and nodding. “Just keep it civil alright. I should get some rest.” Logan exhaled and came to a stand, walking toward the tent. He’d closed his eyes, though finding that a terrible move as he then began to imagine all those scorpions. What had they done?
Jane was utterly lost as she tried to recall what had happened. She hadn’t been herself, she would never willingly bring back someone dead, especially Ahmed. Of all the forces in the world, she wouldn’t do that. She stared at the newcomer, Johnny apparently and gave a polite nod of greeting but they had bigger issues than being polite right then. She followed Logan out and was silent for a while, glancing to him when he pulled her aside. She stared at him as he spoke and narrowed her eyes, Jane was quiet and reserved but Logan was speaking like a fool if he thought she did this willingly.
“My plan? Yes, I really thought bringing back a dead and angry mummy would be a brilliant idea.” She said sarcastically and folded her arms stubbornly. Logan was taller than her and much more intimidating to boot but Jane wasn’t going to be spoken down to.
“I don’t know what happened, everything changed and I thought it was a dream. And you should learn some manners because we have bigger problems right now than who did what, we have to put him back. So if it’s alright with you [i Tour Guide], let me think.” She said at him and turned, almost tearing down her tent as she shuffled inside.
She flipped through her journal and she wasn’t sure if anyone had ever probed the possibility of Ahmed coming back or not. He had the book of the dead, he could raise an army or bring back anyone. This was beyond dangerous right that moment. It was a disaster waiting to happen.
Logan couldn’t believe what he was seeing and every bit of him wanted to wake up and find that he was still in his tent, just drunk off of good whiskey. Though, as crazy as it sounded, dream or not, Logan wasn’t going to allow himself to just stand around and die. Logan could barely get near the man, creature – it? He was holding back the bitter taste of bile from the smell and the millions of scorpions, creeping across every bit of surface, the sound of them scuttling about making him squirm. He’d thrown the torch at a few which only worked to frustrate them more, still he was able to clear a path. Ahmed was up and he was angry.
“Book of Dead?” Logan repeated, eyes wide as the book was scooped up by the stocky rotten figure. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Logan made his way toward Jane as quickly as possible, but it was hard to keep his footing as the thunderous voice of Ahmed read aloud from the book – dust clouded his eyes and the sound of stones tumbling from a crumbling tomb only proved thy needed to leave if they expected to survive.
“Saoirse’s with the professor!” He called as he took her hand, looking back as Ahmed’s body was overcome by the beetles, swept into a black tornado of dust before exploding into an ashy mist. The silence was overwhelming then, Logan breathing hard as they joined the Professor, who held a weakened Saoirse and her camera.
“The show must go on,” Saoirse said, and he could see the blood coming from a cut on the side of her head. Logan looked to Jane then, astonished. “You don’t know what happened?” He asked, incredibly freaked put and of course angry. This couldn’t be real – they couldn’t have actually unleased the curse; did they?
“What happened is you’ve done fucked up.” Logan looked up from the hole they had entered, glad that they hadn’t been caved in as without any service – they would certainly die, even their rope had snapped.
“Holy hell Johnny!” Logan called as he looked up to see that familiar freckled face, cigar hanging out of the male’s mouth. “What are you doing here?” He didn’t get an answer and watched as a rope was let down, Johnny slipping down with ease. He whistled, looking around the remains of the tomb, peeks of jewels and gold still blinging through thee large hills of sand. Johnny was a picture-perfect cowboy, born in Texas and father to. Lucky set of men who banked out during the gold rush. Treasure and the riches of earth was in his blood. He was a tall sandy blonde male with startling blue eyes and a fake white smile courtesy of veneers considering the way he smoked. Logan was fuming, knowing that he was here to cash in and on his journey at that! Still, he said nothing as he lifted the passed-out Saoirse and eventually helped them out of the tomb.
He had two people to lecture end unfortunately Jane was closer.
“What happened to don’t touch anything?” He inquired as he took her to the side. It was late afternoon and he wasn’t asleep – this was real, and it wasn’t good. “What was – was that your plan? Come out here and just open up the box of bullshit?”
Jane was in shock, she wasn’t sure what she had done as her eyes turned to the book on the floor.
“The book of the dead-“ She said before she was snatched up and she stared at the thing before her. She didn’t know how to answer him, she didn’t know what would keep her safe in this situation either but she had messed up massively. Jane’s eyes were too afraid to look anywhere else, as if he would strike when she wasn’t looking. The sound of the scorpions scuttling was making her feel sick.
“It was an accident.” She stammered over her words, like it would help.
The creature stayed at her for a while, sniffing the air and growling as his grip tightened, causing Jane to hold her breath and flinch, wiggling against it.
[i Isis?] The creature sneered and Jane froze. He didn’t know he was undead, not yet and she watched as he stared down at his decaying hands. He slung Jane aside and roared in fury.
[i Restore me!] He demanded as he glared, and Jane looked to the book. The creature was faster as he snatched it up. He spoke in ancient Egyptians, filtered with Arabic. Jane froze, if he had the book he could learn to restore himself and even Isis.
“We have to go.” She said as she got up from the floor, ignoring whatever aches lingered in her system. She backed up against the crumbling walls, looking to Saiorse, they couldn’t leave her. Jane was going to move for the opening but Ahmed screeched, limbs extending as he dashed, turning to dust it seemed as he left the tomb. A terror set loose on Egypt, scorned and vengeful. And he had the only book that could restore him. Deadly silence fell over the tomb and Jane looked to Logan,
“I don’t know what happened.” She said to him, looking to the others. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, what had made her read from the book. She would never have done it in her right mind.
Logan was peacefully sleeping, managing the desert cold thanks to a couple of celebratory shots from his flask. He couldn’t help but think about all that gold and who else knew what was down there for the taking. This job was proving to be just the right rocket. Into fame. He wouldn’t have to work another day after this. That said. Logan managed sleep just well enough until he felt the harsh tapping on his bare chest. He woke to see Saoirse and it was then that he notice the ground shaking. Everything was shaking in fact. Still a bit out of it. He came to a bit of a sitting up position, hard to maintain with the trembling.
“What’s going on?” He sighed out, now completely wake. On another occasion seeing a girl like Saoirse in his tent would’ve been nice, but she looked completely out of it. There was his thunderous roar as the ground shook more.
“Jane is gone!” Logan couldn’t believe what he was hearing and certainly had no time to figure everything out while they were in the middle of what he could only explain as a natural disaster. How could Jane be gone and where would she have gone off to? He took hold of Serenity’s hand, ignoring the need for a shirt and drug her out. Professor Hartwig was staring into the darkness, the sand draining at their feet like little grains down the spout of an hourglass.
Logan looked around and true to Saoirse’s word, Jane was nowhere in sight. “Where did she go” He yelled.
“She was reading a book! Last I saw she was reading and –”
Logan didn’t want to believe it, believing would mean that he would have to face the reality this was true. He couldn’t believe this had anything to do with the legend – but he did know that something wrong was going on and Jane was in trouble. The shaking ad drawn to trembles and there was a light pooling from the exit hole they made. He handed the professor and Saoirse a rope to wrap around their waist. “She has to be inside. We have to get her!” Logan was still holding on to the possibility this was all just some wild coincidence or hopefully just a really really good dream. After several stakes to which he chained and secured the rope he began toward the hole.
It was quiet by the time they got inside, but the atmosphere felt different than before. Logan had only rounded the corner in time to see the decrepit creature crawling out of his tomb, the room filling with the smell of rotting flesh as his wrappings barely held on to his body. He had tilted his head back, roaring out loud as thousands of black scorpions spilled from his mouth.
“Back back!” Logan announced which caused the mummy to bring his attention to him before swooping up Jane. Saoirse had screamed, dropping her camera and soon her body fell limp. Logan knew that he couldn’t help Jane if he was carrying deadweight. He shoved a knife into the professor’s hands, hoping he wouldn’t freeze as he was his and Saoirse's protection for now. Logan then detatched himself. “Watch her!”
[I Why have you awakened me?] he roared in Jane’s direction as he drew her up, distracted for the meantime which allowed Logan to get closer, but the scorpions certainly wouldn’t make this easy.
Jane looked to Saiorse and raised an eyebrow at her joking and shook her head, setting up her tent. It was oddly evident she didn’t spend much time in the field as she eventually managed to get some sort of pitch sorted. She looked to the others and nodded as they all headed into bed, sitting in the opening of her tent.
A lot of the language she didn’t understand, Ancient Egyptian had been a dead language for a long time but she knew bits and pieces as she flicked through the book. Of course, she had no idea what she was reading or the importance of the book in her hands. Jane leaned back and let her eyes close, giving into sleep.
But it wasn’t sleep.
[i Her eyes shot open as she stared around. The world around her was very much alive. Jane got to her feet and stared. The ruins were no longer simple ruins, everything restored to its glory as she stepped down the ramp, walls pristine and new. She narrowed her eyes, the book in her hands and she didn’t feel in control, this was a dream. Guards passed her in ghostly forms and she stepped into the tomb, Ahmed’s sarcophagus was in the center of the room, gleaming and new.]
[i Jane looked down to the book in her hands, watching as the words seemed to come easily to her lips, speaking out a passage and watching the torch lights flicker. The air felt heavy as she chanted, words rolling off her tongue easily and she watched as the ground shook, tremors erupting and finally she dropped the book.]
Jane snapped her eyes open and stared around, in the pitch darkness of the tomb and she stepped back against the wall, ground shaking as the torches along the wall erupted in flames, violently. The sarcophagus lid was thrown off with force, crumbling on impact and Jane clamped a hand over her mouth. The book lay at her feet, the pages turning by themselves amidst the chaos.
From the open tomb, crawled a creature decaying and rotting. It roared and turned its gaze around,
“Ahmed.” Jane gasped, she had really messed up this time.
Logan looked over the sarcophagus, using the light from the torch to get a look at the different drawings and inscriptions. His hand was gentle as it ran over the dusty top. He was in shock. They had actually found thee burial site; three days into a trip that wasn’t bad. It would take a while to sort things properly, though what was done with everything would be between Egypt and Jane. Though he couldn’t imagine that getting messy as Jane seemed entirely like the type to want to preserve the integrity of their finds. This wasn’t some kind of quick get rich scheme.
“You want to retrieve him?” Logan asked with wide eyes – though he was joking. They certainly didn’t have the tools to open anything up. They’d have to get a team down here and quick. He figured he could get a signal tomorrow morning once he got the actual coordinates of their location.
“All hail Queen Jane,” Saoirse said behind the camera with a smirk. She panned the camera up toward the opening. This was all good footage for her documentary; this could be worthy of sending into the film festival.
Logan had to admit, Jan head proven to be quite the lucky gem, everything she touched seemed to go in their favor. He could only hope it would remain that way; sometimes one could go a bit mad with power when it came to big finds like this. He took one look back at the piles of jewels and gold before climbing up the ladder and out of the tomb. Logan had placed the torches around the opening – luckily, they weren’t that far from where it looked like they fell. The camels had stayed in place as well. He decided the campsite made sense toward the exit as so far it was the only place they could easily come in and out. He helped the professor put up his tent, though was not sure if he would sleep considering how he was jabbering excitedly on the phone to his wife about the find.
Logan had eventually retired to sleep himself; the fall had done quite the number on his back and he wanted nothing more than to lie down and dream about how this day was going to forever change his life. Saoirse had finished the last of the chili that Logan had offered to them.
“Don’t stay up too late Hastings!” Saoirse said with a smirk. “We’ve got a big morning ahead!” She headed to her tent then.
Jane eyed the cascade of things, careful about what she touched because really this was a trap waiting to happen. She eyed a thick, leather bound book and glanced to the others, realising she wasn’t really being noticed as she slid it from its place and tucked it in her bag. She didn’t recognise it but she was almost sure it would come in useful. Logan’s call made her turn and she hurried over, staring at the sarcophagus in the centre of the room.
“This is Ahmed.” She said as she gazed at the worn and battered tomb that the body lay in.
She eyed it,
“It’s been nailed down, sealed so no one can retrieve him.” She whispered and this was fascinating. She glanced to Saiorse who was still rolling her camera. Jane set her torch aside, gazing at the coffin.
“This is incredible.” She murmured quietly and reached out a hand, running her fingertips along to reveal the faded colours. Jane stepped back, a loose stone clicking under her foot and she expected a trap. The room trembled and instead a ramp raised as light flooded inside, a way out.
“Oh, well we can camp out and investigate in the morning.” The Professor piped up and chuckled,
“I shall have to call the museums and the university!” He said excitedly as he started back up the ramp and Jane looked to Ahmed’s resting place once more before heading up as well. The sky was alright with stars and she started a fire as best she could. She sat at the edges of the fire and tugged our the thick book she had retrieved, flicking through it.
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