𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 | Night at the Museum [Ahkmenrah]

Chapter 11: Hanging by A Thread

Chapter 11: Hanging by A Thread

• 𓎬 ☼ 𓋹⋅☾𓂀 ☽⋅𓋹 ☼ 𓎬 •

Larry XXXI

2014 - London

Some say there are about thirty seconds in which a person would experience their entire life flashing through their mind before they would be blinded by the white light at the end of the tunnel. Often from those who experienced life-death situations that they could imagine and reminisce their achievements, their love ones and their passions before they could move onto the unknown. They would see the faces of their parents, their mothers, their fathers, their siblings, their wives or husbands or friends.

He never experienced seeing death like this, not after the death of Grandpa Robert. He was just a little boy then and probably didn't remember it as well as he hoped.

However, seeing someone die was different to actually dying himself.

Larry was in a paradox, swirling in a void that he wasn't sure if it was his mind or what he truly believed to be those last thirty seconds. And if so, where were the memories? The faces of his love ones. Nick, Rebecca, his parents, Aunt Carol, the Exhibits and Rowen? He was just floating somewhere, clueless and unknown in the dark depths of the cold abyss. He couldn't feel anything, only assuming that it was cold by how empty it was around him. He couldn't hear anything as well. Was this all it was? Had they lied to him?

Firstly, Larry Daley wasn't a philosophical man. He never delved into the trivial of how the mind worked or what happened beyond death. Yes, he believed to find himself to enter heaven, where God would accept him in open arms and find himself in a realm of light and clouds and angels with his family and friends. But Larry wasn't like that all the time. He didn't think about it, knowing it was best to think of the present or the nearby future. It was all he thought about. His life. Not the unknown once his heart stops beating.

It was why it frustrated to no end when he tried to reach out, trying to sense his body running towards whatever direction he picked. But nothing. Nothing happened.

Until there was a flicker of light. A light so small and yet so blindly bright in his eyes.

Larry began to somehow go towards it, scrambling to find some solace from the darkness until the light enveloped him whole. He scrunched his eyelids tightly, before sensing the heat soar around his body.

He then felt something coarse underneath his feet. Stone. Dust.

When he pried his eyes open, Larry looked around and saw his surroundings.

What appeared to be garden had yet to let him comprehend the figure that sat on the bench within the flora and fauna. With all the beauty and wonder around him, nothing could compare the light that glowed around the woman in front of him.

She had the darkest skin, with brown hair in braids, long as they carried down behind her back. She wore a dark green dress lined with jewels and gold that hugged her slim figure, matched with the simple gold band over her head. As her face lifted upwards, he saw the orange eyes glimmering under the light. They weren't red like Set's. Whilst Set's eyes were like flames burning hot and violently; this woman's eyes were warm and calm like a gentle fireplace.

Something about her made him think twice to approach, never letting go oh his eyes aimed at hers. It was there, her eyes flashed in surprise and rose from her perch.

"W-where am I? Who are you?" Larry asked, nervous as she stepped closer to him.

The garden seemed to follow around her, the branches of the bushes rustling as her dress flowed around her.