𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄, 𝙞𝙢𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙘

Chapter four

Visions will look like this.

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I walked around an Egyptian courtyard, pacing up and down the sandy floor beneath me. I was dressed in a fine robe of black and gold and I wore a lot of jewellery as if I were dressed up to be a King. My hair was a bright, golden blonde, similar to the sun. It was combed neatly and a few small braids were in amongst it. It seemed as if I were waiting for someone. "Erebus, my prince." A soft voice found me. I turned to be faced with an attractive, bald male, dressed in robes similar to mine. He came towards me, a bright smile plastered across his face. 

"Imhotep." I greeted him in Egyptian. "You called for me." Slightly curious to see what he wanted to say. He just smiled down at me before slowly placing a hand on my cheek, gently rubbing circles across my skin. "Imhotep, please." He stopped and stared. "Is it because you are scared? Scared of being caught? Is that why you will not accept me?" Imhotep questioned but his smile still found its way onto his face. I sighed heavily and stepped away, looking elsewhere but him. I shook my head. "I don't know. I just don't know anything anymore." I could feel him close behind me and something ached inside for his touch. 

"I seem to trust you. And I don't trust anyone. I think - I think that it just scares me that - that I have let someone close." I look down, trying to bottle my emotions. I felt two strong arms hug me from behind and a quiet, comforting voice started to soothe me. "Don't worry, my prince. No matter what, I will be here with you. I will not leave your side."  I closed my eyes, allowing myself to float away in Imhotep's embrace. He quickly pecked the side of my neck before cuddling into me. "I love you, Erebus. Please - just please accept that. Please." A tear rolled down my cheek. I sighed before replying. "I know." I whispered back. 

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I woke with a jolt. Or rather a jolt woke me. I was on a moving train, Alex by my side. "Al, are you ok?" I began to check him for any wounds. He just scoffed. "So much for not being kidnapped, eh?" I shook my head but still sent him a smile. When I knew for sure that my nephew was ok, I started to make my surroundings known. I sat in a booth in a part of a carriage. It was quite a dull looking carriage with nothing but brown as a colour. A male in red was sitting opposite us, sharping a knife menacingly. He didn't even look up as I woke. He didn't even seem bothered about us. But what confused me most was my clothing. My outfit had been removed and replaced with an Egyptian robe of some sort. It was anything like what I would wear. It showing way to much.

My eyes widened as I realised that my wound had vanished completely, not even a scar was left. "Al, how long have I been out?" "About a day." I narrowed my eyes. Wounds could not heal in a day, could they? Suddenly, a woman entered the compartment along with three men. When she saw me, her eyes widened and her face some what sunk. "You're awake then." She spat. What was with this woman? I had done nothing to her, hadn't I? "Yeah." I answered, not knowing what else I should say to her. She scoffed and looked at Alex. "Prince Imhotep would like to see the boy first." On que, the man opposite us stood and immediately grabbed Alex by the collar, forcing him to stand. I lurched forwards as an attempt to stop him but I was pushed back by the woman.

"Get away from him." I yelled but the man ignored me and moved Alex out of the room and away from my sight. I glared at the woman with such hatred. What did Ardeth call her? Anck-su-namun? "What do you want?!" I was angry. Angry for knowing nothing about the situation that I had been put in. Anck-su-namun rolled her eyes. "It's what he wants." She told me with clenched teeth. "Every since he saw you at the Museum he has not stopped speaking of you. It's all because of his infatuation with you!" I stared at her and then I realised where her distaste for me had come from. "You're jealous. Is that it?" I couldn't help that my tone sounded menacing. Before she could answer me, screams sounded the train. I shot up as Alex became my first thought.

But it was not Alex's scream. I sighed and silently thanked the Gods. Alex came back moments later a little shook. "Uncle. He's - he's horrible. Uncle, please don't see him. You won't want to." He pleaded towards me. I bit my lip knowing full well that I didn't have a say with these people. I knelt beside my nephew and held his upper arms. "Al, look. I have to. These people will make me. But don't worry, I'll be back soon. Sooner than you know." I tried to calm him down but his anxious expression was still worn on his face. I kissed his forehead and rubbed his arms before standing. Anck-su-namun jabbed her head in the direction of the exit and I rolled my eyes before leaving.

I swallowed deeply. I was going to see him again. My mind wondered back to the strange dream that I had before I woke on the train. Did he really look like that? Was I making it all up or was it real? Was it some sort of vision from my past life? I had so many questions and no one to answer them. Well he could. But that was mad, wasn't it? I scoffed to myself as I reached the carriage that he was awaiting me. I inhaled before going inside. It was dark and mysterious with a faint mist about the room. No it wasn't mist. It was more like smoke. It must of come from the numerous candles that were dotted about the room in a creepy sort of fashion. There were also three, bony carcasses laid side-by-side on the wooden floor, completely sucked dry. And then I saw him.

A man dressed head to toe in a dark, drapey robe turned to face me. His face I recognised from my dream. So it was real? "Erebus." Just one word. Apparently my name. "Imhotep." I surprising spoke back in Egyptian, a language I knew for a fact that I could not speak. He smiled a warm smile. "My prince-" "What do you want? And who exactly are you?" I cut in, not able to stop myself. "I understand that you have questions, my prince. But it will all come back to you when we get to Karnak." "Karnak?" He nodded and stepped closer. He raised a hand to my cheek but I swatted it away, highly confused. He frowned. "Last we spoke, you didn't do that." I huffed. "Well, I'm not Erebus." "Not yet you're not." Imhotep spoke quickly as if he were impatient with speech. 

I looked away from him, suddenly a little awkward with his presence. He must of noticed as he changed the subject. "What do you think of Anck-su-namun? You knew her once back in Egypt." "I don't like her." I told him flatly causing him to flinch. "Why ever not, my prince?" "Do you know who stabbed me? Do you know that she hates me because you apparently love me?!"  I suddenly got mad. I didn't know why. Imhotep came to my side and placed a gloved hand on my shoulder to turn me to face him. "She is a bit like that." "What? A snake? Don't tell me that you love her?" I didn't know why I said that. It was like my heart was angry with him, jealous even. But my head couldn't understand why. 

He looked taken aback. "Yes." One word. And somehow that one word crushed my heart a little. I moved away from him, desperately wanting space. I sighed heavily, not knowing what to say. "If you did love Erebus, then why do you love her?" I spoke quietly, unsure of my words. "I like you both, my prince. Is that such a sin?!" He rose his voice, making me jump. Imhotep noticed and his eyes softened. "I'm sorry Erebus." I shook my head, tears threatening to fall. "Forget it." I spat. I left the room fast and found men in red scurrying about shouting things in Arabic and Alex was gone. 

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