yet another idea

[dragonrazor]

okay, so i had this interesting idea a while back....a resurrected Egyptian princess who gets rescued by a modern college guy on an archeology internship

unfortunately, it requires said Egyptian princess to make the first post

 

[littlewaif]

I would love to take the dive... Need I apply via PM, or am I quite acceptable?

 

[dragonrazor]

you'll be fine...i'll let you start it

 

[littlewaif]

Dust whirled around the open catacombs in the white, all illuminating heat of the Egyptian desert. A group of young archeology students stood stupified over the gaping tomb. An entire structure had been tapped into unexpectedly, in what contended for the most awe-inspiring discovery in recent history. There was a huge, complicated honeycomb of elaborately decorated walls, columns, and hallways, and sealed arching doorways.

One of the leaders of the dig could hardly contain himself. "The structure is very similar to the burial places of pharoahs and those that were considered deific to the people of Egypt..." He kept wiping his glasses. "If we're seeing what I think we're seeing... this could uncover an entire chapter in Egyptian history... this could be the tomb of a ruler... or rulers... that aren't even in the textbooks. Yet."

Dust settled and the winds purred into stillness. The dark sand-submerged structure was cool and eerie. As a few of the more adventurous archaelogists ventured forward and surveyed their surroundings, one striking and evident feature gave every one of them chills... All around there were statues of a beautiful young woman, draped in cloths, wearing gleaning gold and emerald mantles, and studded in jewels... and the face of each of the statues had been crumbled, scarred, removed, destroyed.

Whoever this woman was... someone had wanted her erased.

 

[dragonrazor]

Al Kyrie was your normal college student. His grades, while not spectacular, were passing. He spent most of his time reading old books. Somehow, he had ended up majoring in archeology. And there he was, in an extremely old, and very odd, tomb. Ignoring the others, he stood in front of one of the statues, studying it. He was busy trying to figure out why all but the faces of the statues were intact. It was as if someone had attacked the tomb, desecrated it, for reasons unknown. It made no sense to him at all, especially considering the heiroglyphics in the tomb. They dated back almost five thousand years, and they were fairly easy to read.

He was so engrossed in studying the statue that he didn't hear his friends leave. He didn't notice the eyes staring at him from a hidden alcove, and he didn't even notice when the wind swept through the tomb.

 

[littlewaif]

Maibe shivered softly, terrified. The last thing she had remembered, one of her loyal servants had reported to her that he had heard that her younger brother had conspired to have her secretly poisoned... When she had woken... she was in a sarcophagus. Her body was wrapped in strips of linen. She had managed-- only barely-- to edge out from under the heavy lid, and panicking, and spooked, she had unwound the constrictive, dusty slips of cloth. Had the poison only disoriented her? Put her into a long sleep? Had her subjects through her dead? She must find them and tell them she was alive. As she fled silently through the tomb... everything looked eerily distended... Dusty. Old. She hugged the mass of tangled linens in front of her elegant nude figure until she saw remnants of sunlight. She leaned softly against a cool stone column, peering out with beautiful dark almond eyes... and saw a strange man. She recoiled softly, but her breath was caught and terse. She had been running... she was scared. The man seemed to hear her ragged breathing and looked around. She hid behind the edge of the long pillar of stone and tried to keep quiet.

 

[dragonrazor]

Al blinked, hearing a noise. It sounded like heavy breathing. He turned around, and saw no one. He looked everywhere, and then shrugged. Then he turned his attention back to the statue he was studying, and started talking to himself. "Well, now. What would cause someone to deface the statue of a beautiful woman, I wonder? The damage looks almost as old as the tomb itself. Odd." Then he realized everyone was gone. He looked around, and then saw the stairs. He sighed. "Left behind again."

 

[littlewaif]

The man suddenly began making strange noises... paired with his odd appearance and dress, his presence confused her entirely. She followed his gaze upwards and saw what she had previously been to distracted to notice. It was a statue. Of... her... As she reached the vandalization, she cried out softly. Her long black hair swung silkily around her olive body as she fell to the floor, overcome with shock and weakness. She hugged the linens against her and huddled back into the shadows.

 

[dragonrazor]

Al blinked again, knowing he had heard noise. He turned around, and spotted a beautiful young woman with long black hair and tanned skin. He ran over to her, and knelt down to check on her, not even realizing in his mind that she was completely naked. He took her wrist, and checked her pulse, then looked at her. "Are you okay?" Then he registered her nakedness. "What are you doing in a five thousand year old tomb without clothes?"

 

[littlewaif]

She trembled with fear, but something in his touch seemed gentle and good intentioned. He touched her wrists for some reason, and make more strange sounds. She figured he must be trying to talk with her. She responded in her own native tongue... simply... vulnerably "I am the Princess... Maibe." The walls were covered in this name.... "Where am I? And who are you?"

 

[dragonrazor]

Al raised an eyebrow, realizing she was actually speaking ancient Egyptian. He considered for a moment, then pulled a notebook and a pen out, writing out the symbols that translated into his name. Then he pointed to himself, and to the symbols. Then he handed her the notebook and pen.

 

[littlewaif]

She took the things... saying softly... "papyrus?"... and then marvelled over the pen. She wondered if this man held magic from the gods. With trembling voice, she attempted the symbols... a combination that seemed strange and foreign. "Al?" She tried (the effort sounded more like "All.") She wrote her own name again. Maibe. (Ma-Ee-Buh)

 

[dragonrazor]

Al smiled, then repeated what she had said. He considered for a moment. That name had been on the walls, over and over again. He looked at the walls, still thinking. Then he took the pen from her, and wrote a few sentences. "I'm an archeologist. I study the past. That's why I'm here, I'm examining this tomb."

 

[littlewaif]

She wrote back, staring at the pen half suspiciously, half in awe.

"I am royalty here. Princess Maibe. I am in danger, and I need help. I can show you the tombs of my predecesors, but there is no history here, these tombs are new in my lands."

She handed the pad back to him, shifting to hide her lovely slender body behind the slivers of linen. They inevitably gapped, showing slips of her unimaginably smooth skin.

 

[dragonrazor]

Al considered for a moment, studying the words. Then he wrote again. "The last of the Pharaohs died over two millenia ago."

 

[littlewaif]

She trembled with the desire to cry... but her dignity wouldn't allow it. She clenched her jaw for strength, and with an edge of confusion and impending tears in her throat, she said in slow, ancient Egyptian, hoping he would understand... "Who are you?"

 

[dragonrazor]

Al thought for a moment, then smiled. "My name is Al. I study the past. Specifically, Ancient Egypt. You'll find that modern Egypt is far different from what you're used to."

 

[littlewaif]

She steadied herself and tried to make sense of what was happening. Perhaps this was the gods' way of sparing her. She owed something to this man... if he would help her. Al. He must have been sent from the gods as her guide. A man who understood "the past..." her world... and the present. She reached out to him with an elegant, slender hand. "I need your help, guide."

 

[dragonrazor]

Al raised an eyebrow, then considered. Then he realized he couldn't take her anywhere without getting her some clothing. He took her hand, and then led her over to his backpack. He let her hand go, then rummaged through it, before coming up with a spare pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt. He sighed, then shook his head. "I don't have any underwear for you, I'm afraid."

 

[littlewaif]

She had no idea what underwear even were, as they were by no stretch of the imagination commonplace in her time. She took the garments, and with some puzzlement managed to surmise their purposes. She slipped the teeshirt over her head... it was long on her, and too big, and she practically swam in it. She slid the strange leg garments on, much more used to a loose dress or skirt. The pants slid down her slender thighs, not even close to fitting her tiny frame. She decided to do without them, as they were foreign and strange to her anyways. She tied some of the mummy linens around her feet to guard them from the hot midday sand. She looked up at him, draped in his shirt like s girl who just crawled out of his bed after staying the night... Her eyes were kind and dark. Enchanting. "Thank you."

 

[dragonrazor]

Al raised an eyebrow, considering. Then he turned to look at the clothes on the statues. He thought for a moment, then turned to look at her again.