The Return [A Mummy Fanfiction]

Chapter One

This is the Sequel for the story: Sister; so please go and read that before reading this. It'll make more sense. This one follows the second movie, and there will be more to Aaliyah's and Ardeth's relationship.

Disclaimer: As I've said in the first book; I only own Aaliyah Elizabeth Massari.

Chapter One

It's been almost 9 years since the events of what happened at Hamunaptra, and I am now 32, almost 33 years old. Life has thrown me a curveball in life after what had happened. For one, my mother died a couple years ago, and that had been hard, but I knew she was happier wherever she was; in a better place. She had gotten sick and she was just ready to go, I knew she missed my father, and she wanted to be with him. It was a hard thing adjusting to living on my own, but I had my cat and that made things a lot easier.

I've barely kept in touch with Ardeth, I understood how busy he could get and I was often busy myself, but I've heard from him once or twice a year, if even that, it was hard, I found myself missing him every now and then—okay, a lot—but I busied myself to take my mind off of him. While I still lived in Egypt a majority of the time, I divided my time between Cairo and my brother's and Evy's place in London.

My nephew, Alex, was a very... energetic child and he was most certainly kept my brother and my sister-in-law on their toes. I find it amusing, because on one hand, he was so much like Rick and on the other hand, he was like Evy too. Allah did have a sense of humor when he gave them Alex.

Alex, bless his little heart was too clever for his own good; he was the cleverest child that I had ever seen. They often sent him to me whenever they needed a break, Allah forbid that they send him to Jonathan. Alex listens to me okay, but he does like to test me to see what I would let him get away with, and for the record, I didn't let him get away with much.

I was currently here in London, keeping an eye on the house—and Jonathan—for Rick and Evy while they and Alex was on a little adventure to find some kind of bracelet I think she said.

They would be back tomorrow afternoon, and it was getting late and I decided to go to bed. I headed upstairs to the guest room and laid down, and it wasn't long before I entered the dream world, but it felt more like I had been through this before.

"Masika!" Masika looked up at the sound of her name, and was horrified to see two of the pharaoh's bodyguards brining in another warrior, gravely injured. Masika normally patched up any of them if they were injured. While she had no royal title, she was still to be protected. She was the daughter of the head of the guard, as well as being related to the royal family on her father's side, as the late queen and her brother were first cousins.

This injured warrior just so happened to be her husband. "Masika?" One of them questioned, which shook her back to reality.

She shook her head. "Just.... just set him down over there." She instructed. They nodded and did so. "What happened?" She asked.

"Battle; he got the most of it though. We have to head back out." One of them, she remembered as Akil said.

She nodded and went back to Bomani. He had knife wounds all over his chest, abdomen and a few on his arms. Masika was very surprised that he hadn't yet died from a loss of blood, but to her relief, he was breathing, no doubt very weak however.

"Bomani?" Her voice was very soft, and she tried to keep the fear out of her voice.

His eyes flickered open very slowly. "Masika." He murmured, his voice sounding very weak.

She put some cloth over some of the larger wounds that were still bleeding. "You'll be fine, I know you will, you just have to hang on." She wasn't sure who she was trying to convince more, him or herself. But she was determined, she wouldn't let him die, he just couldn't.

She applied the pressure and thankfully, all the bleeding had stopped and she worked to patch him up, and prevent the wounds from catching an infection. By now, he was pretty much passed out and she couldn't help it, she couldn't help the tears that had fell, as she ran a hand through his hair, sitting next to him. "Please don't die on me." She whispered, there was no way to tell if he would make it until he woke up.

I woke up in a panic, and I had to sit up and try to calm my breathing. I looked at the time, which read 3:00 A.M. it was still dark outside. I sighed and let my head fall back against the pillow. Why did I keep having these dreams? And most importantly, why did I look like Masika and why did Ardeth look like Bomani?

That was the first chapter. So please tell what you think, especially the dream/past life part. I know that has been totally overdone, but I just felt compelled to do write that, I don't know why. So anyway, reviews are appreciated!