Short Stories: 10-31-18

King of the Mummies

"You see, Egyptians influenced many modern day techniques!"
The museum trip was a fail. The guy talking was just blabbering to himself at this point. Olivia was more than bored, she was annoyed.
Olivia decided to separate from the group. She snuck off into the Egyptian section. Although his lecture was boring, Egypt always interested Olivia. She looked around the gold room until she came upon a tomb. She read the label Pharaoh Yahya. Funny, she thought to herself. She never heard that name before. She could remember that the name meant "Given by God." Interesting.
Curiosity took over, and Olivia peaked inside the tomb. A fog cloud exited the tomb, and Olivia choked. She walked away before something was hitting the cover.
The cover was moved and a man popped out. Olivia stared in confusion. He wore a white loincloth, with many jewels around his neck. He wore square eyeliner. His dark brown eyes bored into Olivia.
Before he could scream, security came in and attempted to shoot him. Yahya's eyes glowed yellow, and the bullets stopped. They turned around and hit the security guards. As they fell in pain, the gate was closed, locking Olivia and Yahya together.
"Hello," Yahya said in a thick Egyptian accent.
"H-hiya?" Olivia said in a panic.
"Now that you have freed me, Olivia, I may repay you."
"How do you know my name?"
"I know everything about you. The gods gave me the power of knowledge."
Olivia was silent.
"You shalt be my queen, alongside me. Together, we'll return to Egypt, and rule together."
Olivia shook her head. "No. No I won't do that, why would I?"
A stern look took over Yahya's face. "Because if you don't, everyone you know will die."
Olivia's eyes widened. She didn't know if that could happen, but Yahya seemed powerful enough. With a sigh, Olivia took Yahya's hand.
They were suddenly in Cairo, looking over the long spread desert on top of of pyramid.
"Let's begin."