𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 | Night at the Museum [Ahkmenrah]

Chapter 1: Four Years Later

Chapter 1: Four Years Later

• 𓎬 ☼ 𓋹⋅☾𓂀 ☽⋅𓋹 ☼ 𓎬 •

Rowena XXX

2014 - London

Three Weeks before the Hayden Planetarium Grand Opening

Sometimes she wished she could just die.

It was a horrible thought to believe in. Some would probably be horrified at her if she ever said aloud in front of a crowd.

Her adopted mother would have gone pale and collapse in shock if she ever heard her daughter say to someone that she wanted to drop dead and never be alive ever again. Her father would've given her a disapproving look, a look which sent her many times gazing down at her feet until she apologised for either insulting one of the boys around the estate or missing her lessons.

But to be over two hundred years old: it should seem reasonable to say it. Rowena Elizabeth Clarke had lived through countless lives, and throughout many historical events. Too many for her liking. Which made it a good excuse for her to not sleep well during the nights when the whole of the city was asleep and silent.

However, it hadn't been the case for Rowena four years ago.

It seemed so long ago that she used to live in one of the busiest cities in the world. Dared it matched London, New York City had its constant vibrancy from dusk to dawn. The tall skyscrapers and long avenues, brightly lit with adverts and posters. The yellow taxis and long traffic, where cyclists weaved through them alongside workers in slacks of suits. Pockets of green spaces like Central Park where it offered zoos, paths and an ice rink.

Both cities showed their beauty in the day. Though by night - everything seemed to bring a brighter picture for New York. The lights never dimmed, there were always people out and about and going on their business as if it was the day. What stood out more was the special building near Central Park - and that was the American Museum of Natural History.

When the sun went down and the evening began: the museum came to life. Quite literally. All the exhibits, wax statues, figurines and Easter Island heads and bones; they all came to life. The culprit would have to be a golden tablet, situated in the Egyptian wing of the museum. Protected now by a glass electrocuted case and many cameras about: it was an artefact worth more than its price. The magic of the Tablet was sacred and pure, but it didn't have to mean it was used for good entirely.

Rowena's first encounter of the tablet was almost a century ago, in the desert of Giza. Near the Sphynx, the tomb of Ahkmenrah and his parents was found - where they discovered him. It wasn't until the mid-20th century that she first witnessed the extent of the power it held.

A tablet that could bring people back from the dead and create life in ones it hadn't. Something so powerful like that could draw attention to all aspects of the world. May it be for good or for evil. For one thing, it gave Rowena the good aspect of life and the understanding of being immortal.

She met them. Her museum family - a group of exhibits that she grew to love and care for. She also met the nightguard, Larry Daley, and the docent Rebecca Hutman. Larry's son Nick; without him: Larry would never continue to work at the museum after the second night of his job.

Rowena also met him for the second time.

Ahkmenrah was an enigma that clung to her mind, heart and soul like no other. They had met in the oddest circumstances and grew their relationship with a struggle to understand each other (both in language and mannerism). Their discussions rarely left them accepting the other, almost having taking days to finally apologise and continue their tasks to learn the new world.