Night of Magic

End of The First Night

The Pharaoh.

Nathan...is talking...to the Pharaoh himself. Standing right in front of him, in the flesh. He looks down at his hand that's still trapped in Ahkmenrah's, slowly beginning to uncurl his fist blinking in shock. Warm and fleshed. Not at all like in those mummy movie's he watched. When Ahkmenrah slowly helped him back on his feet, he bit his lip nervously seeing the two large Jackals in a kneeling position behind the Pharaoh.

"Fear not Nathaniel: They won't try to hurt you anymore. Now, I believe there is no need for introductions correct? Since we do know each other after all."

That same, contagious smile crossed over Ahkmenrah's face that Nathan for some reason began to feel more relaxed and calm. No longer did he feel any fear what so ever. "I still can't believe it though," Nathan whispered in shock. "You're...You're alive? But you're supposed to be...well you know. Not alive. I mean, don't get me wrong I've always wanted you to be real but this is just. Wow."

A laugh escaped past Ahkmenrah's lips as he motioned the human male to turn around, so that they were facing his Golden Tablet plastered on the wall. "This, Nathaniel is the very reason everything in the museum is alive tonight. This tablet was created by a very highly appreciated priest in my time period, giving it mystical powers supposed to have made my lifestyle easier."

"I see...do the other exhibits know?"

He didn't know if what he said struck a nerve, but, the once smiling Pharaoh's face soon turned into that of a thoughtful frown as if he was remembering something. "Yes they do. But, I believe someone must have given them false information. Putting fear into them that if I were to be released a curse would be put upon them.'

"What? Who could have told them that?" Nathan asked, blinking in wonder.

The Pharaoh furrowed his eyebrows in actually a rather 'cute' in a non-weird way manner. Clear distaste heard in his voice. "Those elder night guards I believe."

Now Nathan narrowed his eyes, now knowing who he was talking about. Cecil, Gus and Reginald. But why would they lie to the other exhibits like that? It was clear Ahkmenrah meant no harm what so ever. His once great respect for Cecil was already beginning to grow more into suspicion. Just what were those three men up to before Larry showed up?

"Cecil..."

"Pardon?"

"Uh nothing. Nothing at all."

Ahkmenrah's face soon softens once again, bowing his head gratefully to the young teenager before him which a tint of red dusted across his face at such actions. "I almost forgot to thank you for freeing me from my tomb," he began with clear honesty in his tone. "Nathaniel....Guardian of Brooklyn, I am forever in your debt."

"W-What? Wait a minute now...debt? Wha-?"

"My young guardian," Ahkmenrah's soothing tone catches his attention, calming him of any sort of rambling thought. "I'm well aware that history has changed since my birth."

Nathan tilts his head to the side. Unbelievable still. Here he was, talking to his most favorite of historical figures and in a museum of all things. "So you know that we're in the Twenty First century?" He couldn't help but ask, amazed that the Pharaoh still held memory of his fallen empire and reign over his city.

"Despite what you may think I do know that we're in the Museum of Natural History, here in New York, City. Middle 2000s. I was transferred here one night, trapped in this case when I had first woken."

A flinch could be seen on the human male's face. He could only imagine how the poor guy must have felt, waking up for the first time in your life of being dead for how many years only to find yourself wrapped head to toe in gauze, trapped in a very tight and closed space.