The Mummy

| THE CURSE OF ANEK-SU-NAMUN

1307-1306 BC.

This story began many years ago, during the Reign of Ramses the first.

Thebes, city of the living. Crown jewel of Pharaoh Menpehtyre Ramses the first, home of Imhotep, High priest of Osiris, keeper of the dead.

Birth place of Anek-su-namun, Pharaoh's mistress, yet she was his wife.

No other man was allowed to touch her except Pharaoh, for he loved Anek-su-namun so much that he placed her high above his subjects. But unknown to him, his beloved mistress was having a secret affair with the high priest. Imhotep.

Anek-su-namun, pretending she belongs to Pharaoh loves Imhotep with all her heart and Imhotep loves her with every breath in his body; so for their love they were willing to risk anything even if it was to take life itself.

However, Anek-su-namun had a rival, an arch enemy who has always yearned for her downfall. A scorpion waiting for the right time to sting her to her death. A lioness waiting to tear her into pieces, feeding her carcass to the vultures.

She is no other woman but Pharaoh's chief wife, Sitre. The Queen of all Egypt.

Beautiful, feisty, cunning, smart, revered, ruthless and esteemed above all, dawned with immense beauty like Isis herself. Sitre was not favored as much as Anek-su-namun due to the fact that Pharaoh deemed his mistress more desirable than her.

However, Sitre been a woman of pride and dignity, wasn't moved by the foolishness of her dear husband for he was blinded by dammed lustfulness which he didn't feel even an ounce of regret for his actions towards her.

But then, within the depths of Sitre's heart, she knew that the only way for her to retain her power and title as Chief Wife, was to bear the prince's circlet; an heir to the throne which she carries in her womb.

Sitre, having lost affection for her husband, awaits the day she will be declared Queen Regent of Egypt. If this power is granted, then Anek-su-namun will be nothing more than a piece of cake before her platter.

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On a delightful evening, an Arabian horse drawn chariot driven by Pharoah comes barreling it's way through the golden gates into the courtyard. He dismounts himself from the chariot and proceed to Anek-su-namun's chambers. He is aristocratic, virile, indescribable, feared among-st his subjects and most of all old.

At the palace window: dusk. Glaring out over the city and its setting sun was a handsome muscular man with intense evil eye, he's heart full of darkness and death, he's mindset full of wrath and strife. He is no other man but Pharaoh's Chief High Priest, Imhotep.

From Anek-su-namun's balcony Imhotep watched the glorious city Egypt, aiming that one day the empire would be his to rule.

However, while he glared at the sun, a gorgeous olive skinned goddess walk past him, giving him a sensual look before entering the outer foyer. She is half naked on a skin tight dress but rather her entirely naked body was as if her skin was painted with contour. What a stunning sight to behold.

Anek-su-namun makes her way through the ornate sanctuary that leads to her room. But then strange looking tattooed bald men, priests of Osiris, stand nearby waiting for their master. Their eyes watch Pharaoh's mistress as she vanish behind the bedroom curtains with the high priest.

Imhotep pressed his lips against Anek-su-namun's lips, holding her shoulder gently as they tangled in sin like a forbidden fruit.

Imhotep kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled.

Anek-su-namun ran her fingers across his lips, then wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.

While this two were deeply engaged in foreplay, the clattering of sandals were coming from the hallways. Quickly the bald priests rush over to close Anek-su-namun's door, But just as they do, Pharaoh stops them at once, all of them were taken aback.

"What are you doing here?." His voice was hard, full of fear, no one dared speak nor look into his eyes. The priests backed away, sacred shirtless, obviously he's arrival was unexpected. Pharaoh too was surprised to see Osiris priests in his mistress's antechamber.

But before Pharoah could reach her cellar, Anek-su-namun quickly hides Imhotep behind the lotus curtains, breathing greedily, pacing back and forth, frightened yet bold.

Pretending to engage into something false, Anek-su-namun hastily pours mulled wine into a golden goblet, as Pharaoh strides for the curtains bedchamber. he see Anek-su-namun standing alone. Like the flash of a fox tail, his orbs twinkled as they were glued to the half naked foxy damsel holding the goblet beside the bed.

"Anek-su-namun..." Pharaoh calls out her name sensually

"My heart's delight." She said giving him a sexy smile.

At the moment, he stares at his olive skinned goddess . The way her finger traced the edges of the goblet seductively, the skin tight transparent dress revealing her curvy naked body full of scarlet, her sultry look alluring, bosomy and bewitching.

Right were he stood, he couldn't take his eyes off her, for she aroused him greatly. Crowded with concupiscent desires, he was going to f**k her.

Filled with love and lust, he gracefully proceeded towards his mistress when he noticed the smeared body paint like contours on her shoulder. Irritated, out of rage Pharaoh arched his brow, pointing at her right shoulder. "Anek-su-namun....Who has touched you?." He asked, his voice hardened as fear gripped her.

Mystified, Anek-su-namun was speechless, starring at him as she looked over her shoulder seeing the smeared stain. Taciturn, she averted her gaze back to Pharaoh who was fuming with his eyes blazing anger. "Who has touched you Anek-su-namun, speak?!." Pharaoh barked at her,

Swiftly, the curtains open behind them at a slow pace. Anek-su-namun averted her gaze to Imhotep who stood behind Pharaoh looking at him with a death glare. Puzzled by the expression on her face, suddenly from behind Pharaoh, his sword was ripped out of its scabbard.

Shocked, Pharaoh spins around and sees his priest. "Imhotep!!!, My priest.. You dare...." before Pharaoh could finish his sentence, Imhotep drives the sword in his heart that he wouldn't live long to retaliate.

Anek-su-namun on the other hand, lifts a dagger and plunges it right through his back. Pharaoh screams, his voice echoes in the hallways loudly, waking up Sitre, his pregnant Queen.

The chief wife, already having a nightmare, felt a strange feeling, and then again she heard someone scream out in pain.

"Pharaoh." She whimpers, it was as if a pang had just cross her heart but then again, she heard Pharaoh scream out loud with more intensity. Quickly she threw a cloak over her shoulders and ran straight to Anek-su-namun's chamber, were he usually was, days and nights.

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Nevertheless, the thrusting of blades into his body continued. The hideous bald priests slam the doors and bolt them tight. Through the curtains the shadows of Anek-su-namun and Imhotep, the priests watched both lovers stab Pharaoh recklessly away, taking turns.

All of the sudden, the warning bell sounded. Rapidly with velocity, the clattering of sandals marched into the hallways speedily to Anek-su-namun's chamber were the noise had came from,

"The warning bell has been sounded, Pharaoh's solders will be here any moment, we must leave the palace at once." Imhotep said grabbed her hand to escape, trying to break free through the secret passage in Pharaoh's chamber but Anek-su-namun retreated back.

"No Imhotep I cannot go with you. Even if I escape Sitre will find me with every last drop of her breath." Anek-su-namun redrew her hand away from his.

Imhotep sparked. "No....I cannot leave you here..If Sitre see you now, she'll have no option than to mummify you." He convinced her. Suddenly the ramming of the door started, Imhotep and Anek-su-namun shared desperate looks as none of them wanted to die.

"You must go, leave Egypt at once if Sitre kills me only you can resurrect me." Anek-su-namun pushed the brick as the passage opens with a swift sound.

"I can't leave you." Imhotep snarled.

"You must go Imhotep...Get away from me, you shall live again for me... Go please." She shouted, as the bald priests ran up dragging Imhotep towards the passage.

"I will resurrect you... I promise." Imhotep assured her, she gave him a faint smile. "I love you Imhotep live for me." She told him as the doors closed swiftly until it was shut.

With Imhotep gone, Anek-su-namun quickly went back into the cellar, at the same spot where Pharaoh Ramses lay half dead in cold-blood, she took his sword and held the blade to herself waiting for Sitre to arrive.

The golden encrusted doors burst widely open. Sitre, along with men who had blue tinted skin and strange puzzle tattoos over their bodies strides in: the mumia. All were gravely shocked to see Pharaoh in a pool of blood.

Enraged by this manslaughter, Sitre widened her eyes to the disaster, then opened her mouth into a horrible scream. Angered, she looked at Anek-su-namun with profane hatred and spite. "You Monster!!!, what have you done!."

Anek-su-namun hissed and deep-throated. "Do forgive me Sitre, but I did what I should have done many years ago."

"Whore... You will pay for this."

"Indeed, but before I die by your hand, I want you to know that my body is no longer his temple." Anek-su-namun snarled plunging the sword into her own very heart.

Already waiting for the perfect time to finish her off, Sitre didn't hesitate but walk towards her rival as she holds the hilt of the sword thrusting it deeper, causing Anek-su-namun to groan in anguish and torment. Without mercy, Sitre plunged the sword even more deeper as life evacuates Anek-su-namun's body.

Nevertheless, while Sitre stood dead face watching Anek-su-namun's corpse, Pharaoh called out her name in despair. "Sitre... My Queen." He was coughing up blood. Slowly, stilled as time, Sitre turned to see her husband fading away.

With her bulge, slowly she sank on her knees beside Pharaoh and carefully removed the dagger that was plunged in his heart. With grievance, Pharaoh cringed at the hiss of the dagger being pulled out of his heart, his body trembled. "I hope you find a place in your heart to forgive me." He stammered, pleading sorrowfully.

"By Ra, I forgive you my love." Sitre wept profusely. Pharaoh smiled coldly, took her slender hands into his, then looked into the depths of her eyes with regret.

"Unacknowledged, I failed the gods, I failed Egypt, I failed as Pharaoh and I failed you my Queen." He swallowed as he lowered his gaze to her bulge.

Slowly he moved his bloody hands around her bump. "Raise him to be a better King than I was." He muttered his last words as his hand fell like a lifeless feather; he died.

****

Blankly, she stared at the body of her husband, like the flash of lightning she reminisced the moments they shared; the day he crowned her Queen, the night they made love, the times they ruled the kingdom. All the bliss they shared was perfect until She came and ruined it all.

"Anek-su-namun..........." Sitre balling her hand into a fist, calls out the dead woman's name with vile hatred, her blood began to boil wrath through her vain, like birds vengeance screeched in her ears. Extremely, she was mad and now was the perfect time to send the devil packing.

"What happens now Your Majesty?." Basi, her eunuch asked. Sitre snapped her finger as her lady's in waiting came to her aid. With their help she stood up turning to the eunuch, her eyes reddened like a fiery furnace.

"Send for the high priest, tell him to prepare a ritual and burning pyre, Anek-su-namun shall be buried in the Tomb of Set."

"Yes Your Majesty." Basi hurriedly bowed out of the chamber.

"Whati." Sitre snapped her fingers.

"Y-your Majesty." Her steward stepped forward. Sitre averted her gaze to him, the steward understood the words behind those orbs of his mistress.

"Command me your Majesty." He said with confidence, Sitre smirked wickedly. "Indeed."

"I want you to take the Sardinian sword's men with you and wipe out every living being creeping in Anek-su-namun's clan, not one life should be spared... Not one." She indicated rigorously. "Now go" she waved him away, he bowed.

"And Anek-su-namun." Whati turned to ask.

"What about her?." Sitre raised a brow glaring at him with disgust.

"It is impossible for me that I can never offend Your Majesty. but if I may ask." He gulped. "What will be of Anek-su-namun's corpse, the whole of Egypt knows Her worship as Pharaoh's Wife"

"So." Sitre's voice hardened.

"I want to know if she will be buried in the Valley of Queens?, You know your grace, Anek-su-namun is also a consult of Pharoah." Whati said nervously waiting for the Queen's response, but then Sitre was quite.

She glared down at Anek-su-namun's corpse, for a few seconds, the image of her husband flashed before her face. If only Pharaoh had loved her the way he loved Anek-su-namun, all this wouldn't have happened, but then Sitre's mind was made up, she knew power could not be given, it had to be taken by force.

"Your Majesty, dare if I haven't offended your...."

"Silence" she snapped, they shivered.

"Anek-su-namun was only a mistress of Egypt." Sitre turned to him.

"A mistress doesn't have a home but she tends to rule a haven." The Queen added finally without guilt nor sympathy, she spoke with so much hate and fury.

"She will be buried in the Tomb of Seth and that is final, and I do not want to hear any haggling from any one, not from the royal family members, especially the imperial court."

"This my word, and my word is the law. Now get out of my sight before i use your blood to wash her revolt." She scowled at them. "Get out." she shouted, quickly they all hurried out to do her bid.

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That same night at the full moon, Pharaoh was buried at the Valley of Kings, his soul sent to the afterlife to rest in peace. For murdering Pharaoh, a death funeral was also carried out for Anek-su-namun by Imhotep and it was Sitre who's duty it was to curse it.

Before sealing her sarcophagus inside the tomb of Set, in a man-made caravan that adjoined the tomb, a funeral pyre was set before Anek-su-namun's tomb. Incense were placed before the golden image of Set as a pact was about to be made.

Sitre cuts palm with a ceremonial dagger of the underworld god as her blood drops on the pyre; like droplets of rain drops.

Out of loathe, Sitre cursed Anek-su-namun without a single ounce of mercy. "For this treachery you have committed Anek-su-namun, your name shall forever be a curse on the lips of men, your name shall be erased from every pylons and obelisks, stricken from every monuments, scrolls, tablets and papyrus's of Egypt."

"The universe will never accept you, neither will the celestial bodies receive your presence. Your seed will never come through any royal bloodline, neither will it ascend the throne of Egypt. Your soul will forever rot in the underworld, your lifetime will cease to exist in this earth realm for all eternity and may canker worms feed on your Ka forever."

Sitre poured coals, gotten from the temple of Anubis on the pyre causing the flame to erupt like lightning, reaching the statue of Set as a smelling savour. Then, Anek-su-namun's coffin was sealed away in a tomb, beneath Set's statue for all eternity.

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