i must say, you certainly have my attention! i will be looking forward to this story. it's already good so far. keep it up!
Ok, out of fun and love of the movies The Mummy and the Mummy Returns I dedicate this fanfic to all those Imhotep fans and also Bat fans. Caution, this story may at sometimes prove to have scenes unsuitable for kids... or not. Any who, this is a spur of the moment thing. Please try to go along with it. Again, this was inspired by The Mummy, but moreso The Mummy Returns. P.S. I'll be taking a lot of liberites in this story, this isn't fact. Please just take it for the storyline... it will make it much more enjoyable.
Disclaimer: Don't own Batman or DC characters.
Part 1- The First Meeting
Barbara looked around the brillently illuminated halls of the newest edition to the Gotham museum. Just in from Cairo, "the big find of the day", the tomb of a royal princess. She had been the daughter to Thutmose V, and High Priestess to Isis. The coffin hadn't arrived yet, only the treasures that had been buried with her, which in itself was fascinating. She had died at a young age but had left a son, Ma'atathor, to assume her father's throne. There was talk that the child had been that of the Pharoah's second in command and captian of the guard. There was also talk that her death had been murder- by the Royal Vizer, since she alone kept him from obtaining the throne. However, this was all in speculation. The diggers were hoping to learn more. Barbara bit her lip thoughtfully and cocked her head to the side, admiring a lifesize copy of a relief of the Princess with her father. It was a touching scene. The father giving a flower to the girl, who was in her early twenties and was showing signs of being with child. Barbara glanced nonchalantly at her own figure. Dad would kill me if I had an affair, let alone a child from it... I wonder what her father thought... She studied the princess's protrait contently, an odd chill creeping down her spine. She looks so familiar... I wish I could remember where I've seen that face... A sudden commotion caused her to turn to her left. Several armed men came out, clearing a pathway. Then, came the greatest prize of the dig- the intact mummy of Princess RahaMa'at. From her view point, Barbara would get a clear shot at the princess as she was brought to her resting place. The workers brought in the coffin and the crowd went silent. Only the footsteps of the workers could be heard.
"I am proud to present," The Curator announced, "Princess RahaMa'at... Seen for the first time in over three thousand years!"
The Crowd burst into wild cheers, and Barbara stood on her tiptoes. She couldn't wait. The workers slowly began to walk towards the glass case that would be the Princess's new tomb, taking painstakingly small steps, and using the utmost care in dealing with the precious treasure they bore. Barbara leaned over the sholders of the tall, seemingly well built man in front of her and watched anxiously as the mummy approached. This was especially exciting for her since her maternal grandmother had come from Egypt. She had always wanted to go there, but for now this would sufice. It felt like hours before the workers finally reached where she was standing. As the face of the young princess came into view, she sucked in her breath. The wait was dreadfully gutwrenching.
"Beautiful, isn't she?" The man in front of her whispered. His voice was strangely familiar... A touch of Romanian in his tone... And his outfit... Beige pants and a white shirt. Barbara could have sworen she had seen him before. Then she realized that the face was almost in view and she was going to miss her chance. She quickly turned her eyes back to the princess. However, she managed to caught the rest of what he said, though more to himself. "Master will be pleased"
At that moment, the face of the Princess came into view. Barbara's eyes widened and her jaw hung open slightly. The Princess's features looked as if they had been carved into the metal as if it had been done moments before. The years seemingly disappearing between her and the present time. Everything she had heard about this woman was true. She looked young, beautiful... and to Barbara's surprise, the princess bore an eerie resemblence to herself. Soon the princess passed and people began to move about. The man who had been standing in front of Barbara had vanished into the crowd. Barbara felt a slight chill run down her back. Her mother had once told her that her grandmother had descended from Ma'atathor's line... could it be true? The sudden beeping of her watch brought Barbara back to reality. She had to meet her father at his house in fifteen minutes. The princess would have to wait... for now. Barbara cast a swift glance to the direction the men had taken the coffin.
"We'll meet again Princess" Barbara muttered softly. She adjusted the purse on her arm and headed for the door. She was unaware of the stranger watching her.
"Master, I believe I have found her..."
To be continued...
So, what do y'all think? Don't worry, it'll get better.
Last edited by Batgirl; 10-08-2001 at 02:41 PM.
"In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory." -Aragorn's parting words to Arwen
Oh what a great story! I love those movies too! >chuckles< I think i can see where this is going - and who's gonna be cast in which part. Can I ask for a little favor? PLease please pleaseplease please have someone with an English accent!!!!!!!! I'm begging you! The story will not be complte without some English flavor.
::Squeals in delight!!!:: I love the Mummy movies! You definitely captured my interest with this story. I look forward to more Batgirl!
Barbara screeched into her father's driveway half an hour late, almost rear ending a fine looking Jaguar in her normal spot. Her face went from a lovely peach color to death white in point three seconds. Several moments later her father and another man appeared at the door.
"My car!" He cried out, and quickly scampered down the sidewalk to inspect the damage. Her father put a hand over his eyes and shook his head. Obviously this wasn't a good time to run late. Barbara turned off the ignition and jumped out.
"I'm so sorry- I didn't- I'm so sorry" Barbara grappled with the words, trying to figure out what exactly to say. Her entire body was shaking. The older man, who had just finished the inspection, stood up and smiled.
"S'ok Missy. Not a scratch, very impressive driving indeed! Where'd you learn how to do that?" The man had pleasant brown eyes and a somewhat tattered suit on. His hair was now a a fine mixture of brown and snowy sugar. There were several wrinkles forming on his face, but a kind, almost boyish smile draping across his face. His tone was light hearted and held a soothing accent to it... much like that of a butler she knew. He was slightly taller then she, and had a slender frame, still in pretty good shape considering his age. Barbara opened and closed her mouth several times, still not quite sure what was going on. He chuckled and grinned at her. "What's the matter? Ya look like a seen a ghost!... or maybe it was- a mummy?"
Again the old man laughed, realizing that the car was fine, Barbara joined in. The man's laugh had a delicate, somewhat contagious ring to it. It seemed to fit his personality, a care free entertaining type of fellow. One, that in his younger years must have given any and everyone he knew a run for their money. Figuratively and literally. Jim let out a sigh of relief and joined his daughter and the visitor by the cars. The old man seemed delighted by this.
"Ah Jim, she's a cute one. So this is the niece my sister always bragged about? I can certainly see why. Pity, yer mum never got ta see you grown up..." A sorrowful shadow cast over the man's face, and his gentle smile turned bittersweet. "Yer mum would be proud of ya"
"Thank you-" Barbara blushed at the compliment and then looked up in shock. Niece? What was this guy talking about? ''Excuse me sir, but did you say Niece?"
"That's right Missy! Niece. Didn't know that ya still ha an uncle now, did ye?" A soft chuckle came from the man's throat. Barbara looked at her father questioningly, and he smiled.
"Barbara, remember when I told you that there was someone I wanted you to meet? Well-"
"This is him?" Barbara finished, her voice sweet but puzzled.
"Yes..." Her father seemed a little uncomfortable at the moment. He smiled again and waved his hand to the older gentleman. "Barbara, this is your Uncle Jonathan Carnell"
"Uncle Jon if you please"
"Dad... I thought you said that I didn't have any living relatives?" Barbara smiled and shook 'Uncle Jon's' hand, while at the same time keeping a questioning eye on her father. He shifted uneasily.
"Well Barbara dear- I must know, do you have a nick name? Your mother used to go by Evy... Of course, if you want-"
"Evy? Dad! I thought mom's name was Alexas?!" Barbara stared at her father, her dismay now openly present. "Dad?!? Is there something you... I dunno... maybe, FORGOT TO TELL ME?"
"Well it was" Barbara turned to her uncle, her expression clearly asking for an explanation. "Evelyn Alexas Carnell... Mother adored Shakespeare... Especially Anthony and Cleopatra. Maybe 'cuz she herself was 'alf British and Egyptian. After sis moved to America, she changed her name and I lost contact. Spend a bloody good deal of money trying to find her... Finally did. Then... well, yer mum got awful sick and... well, you know well as I do what happened. And that's how yer mum was known as Alexas"
"She- she changed her name? But why?" Barbara felt lost. Several moments before she had know, or at least felt confident about who she was. Now she wasn't so sure. Her father sighed heavily.
"Barbara, there's a lot about your mother's... 'family' you don't know. I tried to protect you from it- but now your old enough to know... But- later... we'll talk later" Jim's voice drifted off, and his eyes became distant. Barbara whined softly. What was going on? Her uncle gently put his arm around her shoulder.
"Um... yes... we'll talk about that later... but right now we got some catchin' up to do... Oh! And I brought you a gift!" Jonathan said, his voice electrified with excitement. "It used to be your mum's!"
"A gift?" Barbara asked, her voice suddenly shy. "For me?"
"Yes! It's inside... Come now, I'll show you.... It's a pretty little thing..." And with that the trio headed back up the steps. Jim stopped at the door a moment and looked out at the sunny sky, a somber expression on his face. He had hoped to protect his little girl, but he couldn't hide her forever. Especially from an Uncle who had adored her. Jim closed the door and watched his daughter and brother in law enter the kitchen. He was sure that Barbara didn't remember her uncle, though they had met several times before, all when she was little. Though somewhat free loading and at times down right annoying, Jonathan always had a good heart and loved his sister dearly. Jim had kept in contact since his wife's death, but after that Jonathan had preferred to stay in England. Perhaps he too feared something would happen to this little girl, whom he adored. Jim could hear the two moving about in the kitchen and Barbara's delighted squeal as Jonathan pulled the package from his bag. She sounded much like when she had been a little girl- every time her mother would bring home a treasure that was undoubtably from her uncle, though unknown to Barbara at the time. A half smile crossed Jim's face. It had been long enough, he decided, and it was time for Barbara to meet her Uncle Jon.
"In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory." -Aragorn's parting words to Arwen
THANK YOU! >giggles and does a little happy dance< Ohhhh! This is gonna be great! I am absolutly dancing with anticipation and eagerly await the next part. Rock on! (pun intended!) =)
Barbara couldn't help but feel excited. Here she just found out that she had an uncle and he had brought a gift for here... that had belonged to her mother! The fact that she had an uncle and that her family clearly had more secrets really didn't seem to matter... She had always been a little girl when it came to receiving presents. Her Uncle Jon took great care in removing a large object covered in gold wrapping paper. With a knowing grin on his face he handed it to her, and was promptly rewarded with a squeal of delight. Barbara dropped to her knees and carefully unwrapped the package. Her eyes widened and she held her prize up with a great reverence.
It was a beautiful jewelry box... inlaid with solid gold. A beautiful relief was on the oval shaped lid, hieroglyphics covering the sides. It stood on four small legs. The relied showed a picture of the Egyptian god Anubis, along side a giant scarab. It shined like the sun, but she knew it was old, possibly over a hundred years. It sent chills down her spine.
"Well, aren't ya goin' to open it?" Jon was grinning ear to ear. Barbara nodded. She slowly slipped her fingers under the lid and pulled gently. The top opened with a soft pop and rose. Barbara gasped softly.
"Oh, Uncle Jon!... It's... it's beautiful!" She laughed softly and gingerly placed the box on the floor. Then she slipped her fingers around the thin golden chain and lifted it. A large scarab shaped amulet glistened in the light. It was about the size of her palm. It was made of Jade, and seemed to glow. Jon's smile matched the scarab.
"Glad ya like it! Of course, knew ya would!"
"Oh Uncle Jon! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"Nothing at all my dear! Now, as you can tell, it's very old... It belonged to Seris... High Priest of Anubis, uncle of Princess and High Priestess Rahama'at" Uncle Jon's grin widened. Barbara looked up at him, eyes as large as almonds, breathless. He nodded. "That's right my dear! It's real"
"Oh Uncle Jon..." Barbara whispered reverently. She gingerly placed the scarab back into the box and closed it. "I'll keep near me always! I promise!"
"Good!... now child... there is something I must tell you" Jon became serious, a frown replacing his wily grin. Barbara tipped her head to the side.
"Barbara dear, you must never EVER lose the amulet. Keep it with you at all times... the thing has a rich history... and- well, I'll tell you later. But promise me it will never leave your side" Jon was looking her straight in the eyes, dead serious. Barbara was silent a moment.
"Splendid!" The boyish, mischievous look reappeared and Barbara smiled warmly. She didn't like to see her uncle unhappy. "Then let's go!"
"Go where?" Barbara shot her father an amused, yet puzzled look. He grinned.
"Well, your dad invited me to the big Halloween bash next Saturday! And we're going to need costumes!" Jon chuckled softly as Barbara's eyes lit up like a pin ball machine. "You up to it?"
"What are we waiting for?! Let's go!" Barbara leapt to her feet and threw her arms around her uncle's neck in a bear hug. He laughed gleefully and spun her around. Her father picked up the keys and the trio was off. Before leaving, Barbara placed the box in a hidden compartment above the fireplace. Then she closed the front door, making sure the lock clicked into place.
"In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory." -Aragorn's parting words to Arwen
And which, pray tell, costume party is Jon alluding too? This is going to be very interesting... I'm surprized, considering the concept the whole Batman idea is based on, that the Halloween theme, or at least costume party idea, hasn't been used more. Can't wait for more!
Barbara turned the key in the lock and laughed at her uncle, who was half drunk and ranting wildly about his adventures in Egypt, all the while using exaggerated gestures. Barbara helped him inside, a little tipsy herself. Jim sighed, a bemused grin in his face, and slipped past the two, flipping on the light. Jon stopped laughing, Jim's eyes widened in shock, and a soft gasp escaped Barbara's lips. Their eyes scanned the room.
"Wha- what happened?" A tiny voice came from Barbara's throat. The entire house looked as if a tornado had ripped through it. Jon's eyes grew large and he looked about frantically.
"Barbara! The Chest! Where did you put it? Where is it?" Jon's face was pale, and a desperate sense of urgency in his voice. Barbara looked around, her mind whirling.
"I- I don't know!"
"You don't know?!"
"I- I put it away before we left! I can't remember!" Barbara sank to her knees and began to sob. Here she had just found out she had an uncle and she had let him down already... not good for a first impression.
"Put it away?... Why, dear, that's brilliant! Then it could still be here!" Jon began to rummage through the scattered debris that was once Jim Gordon's living room. Jim and Barbara looked at each other, then joined him. After twenty minutes a soft knock at the door gained the attention of all present.
"Hey... any one home?" Dick peeked in the door, decked out in beige khakis, a dark brown shirt, covered by his black leather jacket. Barbara looked up and winced. She knew there was something she had forgotten...
"Richard? Is that you?" Jim stood up, looking towards the door.
"Hey Commish... is- so this is where you were hiding" Dick spotted Barbara, cowering behind the overturned couch. She smiled weakly. Jim stepped over several fallen items and greeted their visitor. "Gee Commish, didn't know you threw such great parties, can I come next time?"
"Very funny Dick" Jim smiled at the boy's sense of humor. He shook the young man's hand and inspected him. "My you've certainly grown... Looks like you've done well young man... Babs can't stop talking about you"
"Oh really?" Dick arched an eyebrow and grinned at Barbara, who shrank behind the couch even further. Jim chuckled quietly. "So, what's the excuse?"
"I'm sorry Dick... I got side tracked" Barbara stood and started to climb across the giant hurdle, but slipped. Dick caught her just in time, pulling her close.
"I bet... and what was that?" He asked, leaning closer to her. Barbara giggled and looked away, her cheeks a light pink. Dick's eyebrow went up again, this time in surprise. "Are you... Babs, have you been drinking?"
"Uh..." Barbara turned to face him, eyes wide. A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Her face turned a lovely shade of rose. Dick grinned.
"Well, I- I can explain!" She stuttered quickly. Dick began to laugh and kissed her soft lips. Jim smiled warmly. Jon peered out from behind an object, keeping hidden.
"That's ok, you don't need to...I just can't see you-" He broke out laughing again.
"No need for what?" Uncle Jon popped his head up. Dick stepped back, surprised by the visitor. Jon looked up at him and grinned. "Oh... hullo there... and who might you be?"
"Funny... I was about to ask the same question" Dick growled defensively. He reached out and pulled Jonathan up by the collar, his eyes flashing menacingly. Jon chuckled uncomfortably and squirmed.
"Oh no one important... Now put me down like a nice chap would you? Please?" Jonathan asked in an uneasy voice, a pleading grin shining on his face. He was scared to death of this young man, who in his humble opinion could tear him to pieces in minutes.
"Now why would I do that?" Dick asked coyly, his grip tightening. Jonathan gulped. He had been in situation's like this before, one's he didn't particularly like.
"It's ok Dick! He's family!" Barbara grabbed onto his shoulder.
"He's what?!?!" Dick eyes widened and he turned to face Barbara, releasing his captive, who hit the floor with a loud grunt. Barbara smiled weakly.
"Bloody good grip there... I'd hate to be the sucker that picks a fight with you" Jonathan said while getting to his feet. Jim snickered at his brother-in-law. He knew that Jon had seen and been in his fair share of fights... In his younger years he never quite knew how to stay out of debt or which women to stay away from or how to stop that nasty habit of chronic lying. Eventually, and thankfully, Jon out grew most of his pesky habits, though he still had an itch for shiny things.
"Dick, this is my uncle, Jonathan Carnell... Uncle Jon, my best friend, Dick Grayson" Barbara nodded to Jon, who extended a warm welcome.
"Hullo there chap, nice to meet ya" Dick shook the man's hand, surprised at the grip. For looking as old as this guy did, the grip was still strong.
"Oh, hi... sorry... I-"
"It's all right... just protectin' my niece. I admire that"
"Thank you sir"
"So Dick... what are you doing here?" Jim joined the small crowd.
"Well, Babs- Barbara and I were going to see a movie... but she got side tracked. So I decided to stop by and see if she was here"
"I'm sorry Dick, it slipped my mind with Uncle Jon being here and all... I promise I'll make it up to you" Barbara sighed. Of all the things to forget... Dick smiled at her, a small flicker of light in the night sky catching his eye.
"Well, l gotta go. I work the late shift tonight. I'll call you when I get back or so, okay?" Dick slipped his hand under Barbara's chin and raise it. She smiled and nodded. "Oh, and by the way... these are for you"
"Oh Dick! There're beautiful!" A dozen red roses materialized out of nowhere. He smiled and handed them to Barbara, who leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He blushed.
"No problem... I'll see you later" Dick stumbled around the fallen furniture to the door. Jim and Jon chuckled softly. "Bye Commish! Nice meeting you Jon"
"Yes, nice meeting you!" Jon smiled adoringly at his niece, who was inhaling the gentle scent of her flowers. "Nice chap... I want to attend the wedding"
"Oh Uncle Jon!"
"I'll let you know, don't worry Jon" Jim countered smartly.
"Daaad" Barbara shook her head and sighed. Then she let out a loud cry and threw the roses in the air, heading for the fireplace. Jon looked at her oddly.
"Aw, those pretty roses! And after all you put that chap through too!" Jon shook his head, then looked at Jim, with a puzzled expression. "Now what do you suppose got into her?"
"I don't-" Jim sighed and shook his head.
"HERE! It's here!" Barbara pulled the golden box from the hidden compartment. Jon leapt to his feet, dashing toward the girl. Jim following closely.
"Excellent work child!" Jon patted the jubilant girl on the back and took the box from her trembling hands. "Jim, close the door"
"What is it Uncle Jon?" Barbara looked at her uncle with wide eyes. The door slide shut with a soft click. Jon opened the box and removed the amulet, holding it to the light, causing it to shine.
"Well, let me put it this way... An ancient proverb of Egypt says that a journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step... This Barbara dear, is the first step..."
::does a little hop of joy:: Yea!! Dick's in the story and he and Babs are getting along! Hehe, Babs drunk is a funny thought. I am hooked on this story Batgirl and I can't wait to see who's after the chest. Please keep writing!
I could hardly stop giggling throughout the whole thing. I can so picture Dick ready to beat up Uncle Jon. (He's so sweet in a knight in shining armour type way!) I think you might be the first writer ever in comic book, cartoon, movie, and fanfiction history to make Babs (slightly) drunk. Congratulations. Superheroes are usually such teatottlers, this was a nice comic relief.
I wonder who trashed the house, I wonder what's the deal with the amulet - I wonder when your going to post again!
"You see my dear, this amulet was a gift from Seris to RahaMa'at. After her death, he took it from her neck and hide it away. Seris was captured and tortured by the treacherous Ra'Amon. He almost died protecting this... but his death was interrupted by the Pharaoh himself. From that day on, the amulet was passed down through the generations through the Princess's line and ended with your mother. It is now your turn to protect it" Jon explained quietly.
"Protect it from what?" Barbara asked, not comprehending what was wrong.
"Child, this amulet is a key... it opens only one thing..."
"What's that Uncle Jon?" Barbara asked softly, eyes wide with curiosity. Jon took a deep breath and paused a moment before answering, as if debating what to say.
"Child, this amulet is the key to the Book of the Dead" The room filled with a deafening silence. Barbara caught her breath.
"The- the-" Barbara shook her head and looked away. "Oh Uncle Jon... it's just a myth..." The young woman looked disappointed. "The Book of the Dead doesn't really exist, it's just a legend..."
"Yea... and so is Batman" Again the room was silent. Barbara glanced at her uncle and sighed heavily. If he only knew...
"Ok, so what if it does exist? What's it got to do with me?"
"The book can never be opened, it contains great powers. If it fell into the wrong hands... it could be disastrous. Please Barbara-"
"So if the book's so important, why don't I just protect the book?" Barbara eyed her uncle curiously. Nothing seemed to make sense at the moment... of course, when one has a little alcohol, nothing does. Jon sighed and shook his head.
"Because the book has been hidden!"
"If the book's hidden, why do we have to protect the key?" Now Barbara was thoroughly confused. Jon threw his hands in the air and moaned.
"Because the book was buried with the Princess! That's why!" The poor old man was at wit's end. He knew that he never should have brought his darling- not to mention only- niece into it. He decided to give up on explaining the unexplainable. "Oh nevermind... You'll know soon enough... well, look at the time. It's terribly late and I'm beat! See you in the morning"
"Good night Uncle Jon" Barbara said quietly. She was thinking that trying to decipher the mystery of the sphinx would be easier then trying to figure this out.
"Good night Jon... Remember your appointment tomorrow" Jim smiled at his brother in law. The old man was used to life in the fast lane and knew a great deal about Egyptian artifacts. The Curator of Gotham Public Museum had asked for help unloading and naming the treasures. Jon had readily agreed.
"Night Jim" Jon disappeared up the stairs. Barbara and Jim sat for a few moments in the wreck quietly, trying to pick up some of the debris. A soft, persistent beep sounded. Barbara looked at him, an amused grin on her face.
"Dad you're being paged" She giggled softly. Her father shook his head.
"I know... That means I have to go in"
"It's ok, we'll finish this in the morning... I'm kinda tired myself" Barbara yawned.
"You don't want to come with? You never know who you might see" Jim teased with a grin. Barbara smiled and stretched out.
"Not tonight... I'm exhausted" Barbara got up and started towards the stairs. Jim grabbed his keys and headed out the door.
"See you in the morning Barbara"
"See ya" Barbara watched the door close and turned to the top of the stairs. She paused a moment and then whirled around. "Almost forgot... We don't want anything to happen to you now do we?"
Barbara picked up the small chest containing the precious amulet. She placed the chest into the hidden compartment- but with one difference this time. In case their 'visitors' decided to return, she slipped the amulet into her pocket. After making sure everything was secure, Barbara trotted upstairs and changed. She slipped the amulet's chain between her fingers, thinking of all the places it could be hidden. A large yawn distracted her and sleep clouded her mind and she slipped it between the mattresses. Then Barbara slide under the covers and closed her eyes. She felt herself relaxing, her body becoming lighter and lighter until it was leisurely drifting down the river of sleep. A smile crossed the woman's face and she snuggled against her pillow. A warm breeze slipped through the room, and the sound of a lazy river passing by lighted on the air to her ears. Barbara frowned. A river? There weren't any rivers near...
The young woman sat up and found herself sitting on a stone bench that looked like a hippo, on a moderately high balcony. Barbara stood abruptly, her eyes wide. She scanned her surrounding and discovered that she had no idea where she was- or even what time she was. The young woman spun around- her eyes beholding a grand Egyptian palace. It was everything she had ever dreamed and much much more. Colorful relief's depicted scenes of a beautiful princess, accompanied by two women. The goddesses Isis and Hathor... Barbara momentarily wondered how she knew this, since it had been years since she had taken the half semester course on Egypt. She shrugged and turned to the river. Maybe she had a good memory... The river flowed with life. Children played along the banks, women were drawing water to bring home, and men were drawing nets full of fish into their boats. It was the life of the common folk that had always fascinated her. The woman sighed, envying those who could walk about and do as they pleased. The young woman frowned slightly. It must be a grand pleasure to be free... To not be held back by the 'responsibility of being a princess' or 'the duties as the heir to the throne.' The scenes of domestic life would keep her entertained for hours. Barbara looked up a moment. What was she thinking? The sound of a person entering the room caught the woman's attention. For some odd reason, Barbara felt a strange thrill run through her. She turned to see a handsome, well built young man coming towards her.
She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The man was tall, his long black hair tied back neatly. His bare chest glistening in the sun. He wore the typical royal dress, a white lion cloth wrapped around his waist to just above his knees, a golden belt fastened above it. Brightly colored sandals adored his feet, and thick plates of gold circled his neck. He had a light tan and an amazing smile. He remotely resembled... The young woman blinked. What was that man's name again? Barbara shook her head. Of course, it was Dick. That's who this man reminded her of. Barbara wondered what was happening to her. First she started to think weird things and now she had forgotten her best friend's name. The young woman realized with horror that she didn't know the man that was rapidly approaching her... yet... she did. Barbara looked down and her jaw dropped slightly. Long black hair flowed over her shoulders. Blue linen crisscrossed over her chest, covering all that needed to be covered. A thin gold belt held another cloth that slipped down her attractive figure to her ankles. She wore two gold manacles on her wrists, a massive golden necklace, two ankle bracelets and variety of precious stone rings. She looked down at her reflection, surprised to see that her shining blue eyes were now a dark, earthy brown, her soft peach now a lovely shade of pale chestnut. Barbara sucked in her breath, terrified and mystified by what was happening. An odd feeling of familiarity began to wash over her and slowly Barbara gave into it...
The young woman smiled at her reflection, the river splashing softly, as if pleased by her delight. The footsteps of the handsome young man grew closer and a shiver of excitement ran down her spine. Several moments passed, then his reflection appeared beside hers. For a few minutes they silently watched the river, then he turned to face her, a sly grin on his face. She ignored him for a moment more, before turning to face him. Their eyes met and the young woman felt her heart begin to pound wildly. The young man gently caressed her face. She moved closer to him, until she could feel the warm rays of the sun radiating off his skin. She slipped one arm around him and joined his free hand with hers. Finally the silence was broken.
"Princess" He spoke softly, his voice holding great reverence. Although the modern woman had never spoken this strange tongue, it came to her plain as day. The memories of who she was and what he meant streamed into her mind, like the Nile flooding it's banks.
"Captain" She cooed softly, her voice sharing the same respect. The young man leaned down and kissed her soft lips, cupping her chin his palm. She wrapped her arms around him, the two embracing in a passionate kiss... until the sound of distant footsteps drifted through the halls. The two pulled back instantly and spun towards the door. It opened seconds later, revealing a middle aged man. He was dressed like the Captain, except he was bald and wore a black cloth over his head. It was held in place by a solid gold band, with the torso of a human with a jackal's head- a symbol of the god Anubis. The Princess let out a slow breath and smiled... relieved that it hadn't been her father. She started towards the newcomer, arms wide open.
"Uncle Seris! It's so nice to see you" The older man frowned. The two stopped, a couple of feet between them. The Princess looked at him curiously. "Why uncle, what seems to be the matter?"
"RahaMa'at" The older man said sternly. "You know what's the matter" The smile faded from the woman's face, replaced by a grim look. The Captain shifted uncomfortably from his spot on the balcony. "He should not be here"
"Don't uncle me RahaMa'at! Your father may not see what is going on but I do! And I will not allow it!" The Captain started towards the two, stopping beside the lovely Princess.
"Allow what Seris?" The Captain snapped irritably. Seris glowered angrily.
"I know that you've spent more then one night in my niece's quarters. Do you think I'm going to let you treat her like a-"
"SILENCE!" RahaMa'at ran her hand across the face of the elder gentleman, the sound of a sharp whip cracking ringing in their ears. Seris closed his eyes, trying to control his anger. "I will not have you slandering my name!"
"You have slandered your own name!" Seris turned and threw open the door. The Princess grabbed his arm, her eyes wide with panic.
"Seris please wait! My temper..." RahaMa'at pleaded softly, a weak smile on her face. Seris scowled and pulled away from her in disgust.
"I will not tell your father- it is not for me to tell. But I give you both a warning. Do not think that because you are at the Pharaoh's right hand you will escape punishment if you are found out. Justice is always served on the scales of Ma'at" Seris turned his back on the pair and began down the hall. The Princess looked down.
"Uncle" The Princess's voice was soft and gentle, sounding like she did when she was a child. Seris stopped and sighed heavily, shaking his head. When she sounded like that he could never stay angry with her. He kept his back to her.
"I know" He turned, seeing the young woman's face full of guilt and repentance. "I still love you child. I always will"
"Thank you Uncle" The Princess wrapped her arms around the man's neck lovingly. He chuckled softly with delight.
"I must go. An old General has died, he must be prepared for the after life. Your father will soon hold a great feast to appoint another to his rank... until then, I must attend my duties. I will see you later niece" Seris turned and proceeded down the hall. The Princess and her lover watched him leave. Then she turned to him, her face solemn.
"It's not safe for us to be seen like this Rahorus"
"Nothing can keep me from you Princess"
"But if my father-"
"Your father trusts me. He knows that my loyalty lies only with him. I would rather die then betray my lord" Rahorus slipped his hand under her chin. "I love you"
"And I you" RahaMa'at looked up into his deep, earthy eyes and sighed heavily, a look of fear on her normally calm features. "But our love will be seen as treason"
"Not if I ask for it..." Rahorus grinned mischievously. "Tonight, there will be a great feast to honor Isis. After your father makes his speech, I will stand and as always, comment on our Pharaoh's wise and benevolent rule. Then, I will ask for your hand... He will not refuse"
"Of course!" Light once again shone in the dark eyes of the Princess and she clapped her hands with delight. "He will finally have a male heir to the throne! And we can be together! It's an excellent plan!"
"I will not fail you Princess" He leaned in close and their lips met. They pulled back and looked into her eyes, his face serious. He spoke softly. "Not even the gods can keep us apart"
"RAHORUS!" The lovers turned, startled by the sound of distant steps. The Princess's face turned white. "RAHORUS!"
"Father!" She turned to the Captain, who was slowly moving backwards. "Leave! Hurry! He will give you what you ask but not if he sees us together!"
"Until tonight my love" Rahorus muttered softly. Then he disappeared into the shadows. The Princess nodded and raised her hand slightly.
"RAHORUS!" The voice was closer now, and the Princess decided to act. She slipped into the long, elaborate corridor and went to meet her father. She slinked up behind him and smiled. "RAHORUS!"
"Father, what on earth are you making all that noise for? Your bound to wake the dead!" The Pharaoh jumped and spun around. The Princess giggled and hugged her father warmly. "Hello Father"
"Hello my daughter" The Pharaoh chuckled softly. "It is good to see you"
"Thank you father... who are you looking for?"
"My esteemed Captain of the Guard, Rahorus. You've met have you not?" The Pharaoh pulled back and looked at his daughter curiously. She almost blushed at his question.
"Yes father, I know him well"
"Good, good" RahaMa'at tilted her head to the side slightly. He almost seemed pleased... "Come, we have many matters to talk of before the Feast of Isis"
The father and daughter walked down the corridors, deep in conversation. As they disappeared, a tall, dark figure stepped out from the shadows, accompanied by a slender young female, several years older then the Princess. His eyes were dark had a storm was raging in them. The female looked up at him curiously.
"Father, he must never have the Princess as his bride, it will destroy all you've worked for!" Her voice was as cool as a serpent's, but as sweet as honey... and it was filled with concern.
"He will not... there is no reason to worry daughter" A dark smile crossed the man's lips. "I have already taken care of it... Tonight a new High Priestess of Isis will be appointed... I would hate to see the Pharaoh's daughter turn it down"
"And soon, Egypt will have a new Queen" The man turned and smiled at the young woman, she nodded in understanding. Then two began to laugh and turned down the opposite way. The Visor and his daughter were second only to the Captain and the Princess... but soon that would change.... BBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGG!
"AH!" Barbara shot up in bed, her heart racing. She shook her head to clear the fog inside it. What was going on with her? "Man, that was a weird dream"
"Barbara dear! You're going to be late for work!" A thickly accented voice floated up the stairs into her ears. Barbara glanced at her watch and yelped. Twenty-five minutes to shower, dress and still make it to work on time.
"No problem..." Barbara threw the covers off and sprinted for her dresser. She hollered down the stairs. "THANKS UNCLE JON!" She pulled out a pair of black khakis and a gray, long sleeved shirt, then stumbled out the door towards the bathroom. She shook her head. "That's the last time I ever get drunk..."
Last edited by Batgirl; 11-12-2001 at 03:26 PM.
You astound me Batgirl! You're developing a very creative plot. I think I have an idea of who is after the amulet now. I definitely wasn't prepared for that flashback, expecially with Dick in that role. It's all starting to fit together very nicely now. So, basically past-life Babs was knocked up by past-life Dick...oooh, this is so intriguing! Hehe, write on!!
Last edited by Oracle; 11-13-2001 at 06:12 PM.
Hey, Batgirl, why have you stopped writing on this story. Please carry on.
Sorry JJ, but school has been really busy lately. I'm working on it little by little but I promise that I'll post more soon!
Barbara sighed heavily and joyfully clicked the shut down button. It had been a long day of deleting old files and typing in new ones. She had heard from Rene that Batman was talking to her father, but at the moment she was too tired to care. It was finally time to go home.
"Hey Rene, I'll see you tomorrow. Tell dad I'll stop by a little later kay?"
"Got it... Bullock, Commish wants us to take a ride to the museum... seems like they had some trouble last night... Man, every time Gotham gets a new exhibit thugs try to take it..." Rene and Bullock grabbed their coats and disappeared. Rene stopped a moment, as an afterthought came into her head. "Oh, Barbara? Honey, your uncle called. He said he'd be working later tonight"
"Late? Work? Whatever... That's Rene" Barbara chimed sweetly. She bit her lip and frowned. She would probably be needed tonight, might as well be ready. She took the stairs to the parking lot and grabbed her duffle bag that held her "night" attire. She figured that she'd get an early start...
* * *
A dark shadow slide over the exhibits at the museum. The halls were dark and deserted... save that of the new attraction. There a lone figure stood. She ran her hands over the coffin of the deceased princess and sighed. What could this woman have been had she finished her life? A Queen? A Pharaoh? The figure shook it's head. So many thoughts... The half moon shed it's light over several other treasures, touching everything but a large, block like item in a glass case. Though the night was still, the young woman felt a breeze pass by her... beckoning her to the case. The woman followed the subtle urge, almost in a trance like state, and the dreams began to flood back, like memories from another lifetime, but this time, she was awake. In seconds the visions had engulfed her consciousness and she was the Princess once more...
The halls were decked with dazzling fabrics. Colors of all shades and tints accented the carved walls that told of her linage and all the great deeds her father had done. Torch flames danced along the walls, guiding her to the room where the Feast of Isis was taking place. She could hear laughter and other sounds of merriment. A half smile crossed the woman's face as she heard his voice.
"Your daughter is like the Nile, great and wise Pharaoh- Lovely, strong and life giving... She will one day make a great Queen"
"If that is what is ordained Rahorus, then it shall be so" The Pharaoh had a troubled look on his face. The Captain grew solemn.
"What is it sir?"
"Tonight I shall appoint a new High Priestess..."
"Yes, and whom ever you choose will take that role with honor" The Captain replied with a smile. "So what troubles you so?"
"I will take a new wife tonight and give one to you also" The Captain's jaw dropped. It wasn't possible... was it? Could it really be that easy?
"That is wonderful news-"
"I have not told my daughter" The Pharaoh looked towards the corridor where his dearly beloved daughter would soon come. His eyes were full of concern. "I hope she does not feel... angry"
"I'm sure your daughter will be pleased with your ruling sir"
"Thank you Rahorus"
"With great esteem," Seris stood and turned to the hall. "I announce the arrival of our Princess, RahaMa'at!"
The woman entered and the hall filled with applause. She smiled and nodded to her uncle, who took his seat. The Princess glided to her seat and smiled at her father. The visor and his daughter were seated next to the Captain, whose eyes were locked on her. RahaMa'at gave him a sensual grin. The visor's daughter made a face. Her father stood, ready to hand down the honor of a High Priestess to someone. The Pharaoh rose to his feet.
"Tonight a great honor shall be bestowed upon a young lady of the court..." The Captain smiled at RahaMa'at, who gazed back. "Captain, please stand," Rahorus stood. "But first, I shall gladly announce that tonight, in the presence of Isis, the great and loving mother goddess- I, Pharaoh, ruler of the two lands, join together" RahaMa'at sucked in her breath sharply, this was it- "My ever loyal Captain of the Guard, Rahoru, and..." A smile crossed the face of the Pharaoh. "The daughter of my trusted Visor, Anukselket-"
A look of shock crossed the face of Princess RahaMa'at and the Captain, who quickly recovered. The vizier's daughter smiled sly and slide next to the Captain. The dining hall, filled with the officials of Pharaoh's court, rang with applause. The Pharaoh continued.
"And tonight, Pharaoh appoints a new Queen of the two Lands," RahaMa'at turned to her father in horror. The lady seated several seats down looked at him and grinned. "Basamut, come to my side" The lady rose and obeyed the command of her ruler. RahaMa'at felt her blood began to rise, this wasn't supposed to happen... Her trainer with the Captain, a new queen... Tears began to form and the princess clenched her fits in anger. Seris spied his niece's feelings and signaled for her to wait. Surely the Pharaoh had made a mistake... "Lastly, with great pride and joy, I announce the greatest honor that can be given to a lady of the court. A lady to serve Isis can ask for no more. She is honored with the respect of all Egypt, with the love of the gods, and rewarded with the riches of this world and the next. There is no one that I see more fit to appoint to the position of High Priestess of Isis then my beloved daughter, RahaMa'at"
Again the hall rang with applause. The Princess stood on cue, her face in complete and total shock. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had lost her lover, gained an unwanted mother and been doomed to a life of service all by the one person she loved much. RahaMa'at took a deep breath and sucked it in. She forced a smile on her face and nodded, thanking her father for the honor...
Barbara shook her head and stopped, trying to clear her head of what just happened. She looked down at her suit, the bat shining brightly in the night. She groaned softly and ut her hand on her forehead. What was happening to her? She looked around, unsure of how she had walked around several displays into a dark corner. A dark image slowly came to focus before her eyes...
"Uncle! Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see... Ok, stop. Now- open your eyes" Seris stepped aside and the Princess obeyed. A large image was hidden under a highly decorated piece of cloth. The Princess eye her uncle with a half grin.
"What is it Uncle?" Her voice was sweet and curious. Her uncle let smiled.
"You have become the High Priestess to Isis... You now must bear a heavy burden. It is the duty of your line to protect what my line keeps secret... The thing this cloth covers has powers beyond the imagination child. It is said that who ever uses this may bring life to those who have departed, so long as there is a host or the body is not corrupted by time... The gift I give to you is for a prize that is only known of in legend! And this child," Seris slide a a jade scarab necklace around the young woman's neck. It was the size of her palm. "This is the key... The gift that is worth more then all earthly treasures. You alone hold the key to immortality and eternal rule of Egypt! This-" Signaling to the covered object. "Will only open with what now hangs around your neck... Protect it with your life!"
"Uncle Seris, it's beautiful!... But what could make this so important?" The princess ran her delicate fingers over the jewel, her voice filled with curiosity. Seris now grabbed onto the cloth and her eyes locked onto the hidden object.
"This!" Seris pulled back the cloth, revealing a large, black shape beneath it. The Princess gasped softly, her eyes as large as almonds.
"-The Book of the Dead!" Barbara's voice rang through the chamber, echoing off the empty walls. She gingerly reached out and touched the case, a thrill running through her as she did. A soft gasp escaped her lips. "I don't believe it!"
"Amazing isn't it?" A soft British accent came from behind. Batgirl whirled around, ready to deck the intruder. The visitor jumped back, hands held up in surrender. "Hey, easy there girl! I don't mean any harm!"
"Uncle Jon?" Barbara's eyes widened. The shock of seeing him there had completely caught her off guard. The man looked the girl over a minute, realization dawning on him.
"Barbara?... I don't believe it!"
"You! What about this- This thing! This- this book! It really does exist!" Barbara pointed at the treasure the case held. Jon nodded gravely.
"I told you that it did"
"What on earth are you doing here?" Jon looked at his niece curiously. She blushed deeply and looked around. Now she had a bigger problem... how could she explain all this to her uncle?
"I- I- I came here to make sure there wouldn't be any trouble tonight... Uncle Jon?"
"You're not gonna-"
"Of course not. It is not my place to tell him"
"Thank you Uncle Jon" Batgirl smiled and hugged her uncle warmly. Footsteps sounded far off down the empty halls. Two of Gotham's finest had arrived. Jon turned to her, his face solemn.
"I believe that you now know all that you need about my gift... you'd better go, I'm supposed to be alone"
"It's ok Uncle Jon, they know me"
"You look tired... please dear-" Voices were heard, but not that of her friends... They were completely foreign. "Please go..."
"But Uncle Jon-"
"GO!" The two stared at each other a few moments. There was a certain desperation in the old man's eyes that moved her. Barbara sighed heavily.
"Ok... I'll go... but please Uncle Jon- be careful!" The dark damsel sent up a jump line and disappeared into the night. Uncle Jon sighed heavily and turned. He wasn't sure how much longer he could protect her.
* * *
Barbara pulled the covers up to her shoulders and snuggled up against her warm mattress. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes, a happy grin on her face. She had just about dozed off when her phone rang. She groggily opened one eye and growled softly.
"Who ever is calling better have a good reason... Hello?" She chimed as sweetly as she could as she picked up the phone. Her sweetness was heavily masked by the tell tale sign of exhaustion.
"Hey there Sleepy... hope I didn't wake you" The voice on the other end replied. Barbara couldn't resist a girlish grin. She turned onto her back casually.
"I should have known it was you. No one else calls me at twelve midnight" Barbara cooed softly. The person on the other end chuckled. "What do you want?"
"Just got off my 'shift' and thought I'd say good night"
"Well that was sweet of you" Barbara giggled and bit her lip thoughtfully.
"Yea well... Good night"
"Good night Dick"
"You going to the big bash tomorrow night?"
"Yes" Barbara said, desperately trying to cover her delight.
"Cool. See ya then"
"Yea, see you then"
"Good night Dick" Barbara shook her head and hung up the phone. She smiled lazily and giggled, turning onto her stomach. He could be so cute sometimes...
Uh oh - things have just taken a turn for the worse for Babs and Dick. Uhh - I mean the princess and the captian. I love these flashbacks! They're so stunningly vivid! I can't wait to hear more about ancient Egypt - and what's up in Gothom. What on Earth can uncle John be up to? And I am dancing on tiptoe waiting for the Halloween ball!!!!!!!!!! (but you already now my fondess for costume parties )
OMG!!! Batgirl your story is awesome why'd you quit? you have to send me you're e-mails so i can edit! guess who! ART GIRL! think about it. so anywho. i love it! i joined toonzone today so this should be fun. post more!! i will print it out for you again!
Ahhhh!! RahaMa'at and Rahorus aren't getting married?!?! Ooooh Batgirl, I hope you post more soon! I really want to read about the ball and what happens between Dick and Babs.
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