𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 | Night at the Museum [Ahkmenrah]

Chapter 8: Revelations

Chapter 8: Revelations

• 𓎬 ☼ 𓋹⋅☾𓂀 ☽⋅𓋹 ☼ 𓎬 •

Ahkmenrah XIII

2014 - London

"Your brother wasn't the Guardian of the Tablet."

He froze.

"What." Ahkmenrah breathed.

The air suddenly grew stagnant.

"You were the Guardian." Merenkahre finally revealed. "You are Khonsu's Guardian."

He had heard many truths before.

But why now that it seemed to cause the most torment for him?

Ahkmenrah couldn't breathe. He had stopped breathing the moment he registered the words his father spoke to him.

He was the Guardian all along. 

All those centuries, waiting for a possible key to unlock the cage he had been inside. When in truth: he had been the cage all along - and the Tablet under his shield.

The moment he realised a minute had passed was when small dainty hands slipped into his. A faint silhouette came in front of him. Their hands rubbed the back of his hands slowly, drawing a circle until his heart began to slow. The ringing in his ears dwindled, only sensing his ragged breaths as there was a shush under his ear.

When he finally opened his eyes, Ahkmenrah was facing Rowen once more. Her eyebrows creased to form concern, letting his wander over her dark eyes.

"Questo è tutto. Sono qui amore mio." She murmured, trying to pull him back to reality.

On the outside, he was tense. But in his heart and find, there was a sandstorm. Anguish and hatred coursing through his veins that he could feel his blood boil. 

He only thanked her for not losing him in the storms in his mind.

He blinked several times, before exhaling loudly. His hands were shaking. Out of anger - mostly. Out of shock - obviously. "Grazie amore mio. Per avermi riportato indietro." Ahkmenrah answered.

The familiar expression of disbelief rested on Rowen until he looked at her with an earnest of trust. He then turned to his parents, unsure to look at them in the eyes right now after what his father said. 

"Tell me. Why should I believe you now." Ahkmenrah said with a dead tone.

Merenkahre darted his eyes behind his son and responded. "I will tell you if they leave."

There was a flicker of fury in his chest, making his fingers curl against the palm of his hands. Rowen was by his side, but it felt like she was halfway across the world. 

The people behind him were worth more than all the life he had in his tomb. Teddy and Sacagawea were the older siblings he was unexpected to have; Attila was like a dear friend that could simply sit in silence and watch the world go by; Jedediah and Octavius were the annoying pair that he would secretly admit to enjoying bickering with. Rebecca and Larry were his dearest friends, always teaching him about the modern world around him and taking care of him. Nick was the little brother he wished he had, and brought the childish heart he had before. And for Rowen: she was another anchor that had chosen to be at his side.