Nightmares

First Memory of the Start

            I was running to the lounge area to check the rest area myself. As soon as I set foot in the doorway there was the overwhelming smell of smoke and bad air. I was only maybe a foot inside the doorway when the air started to shift and felt heavy with the magic of the old world. I wasn’t able to pinpoint which part of the old world this felt like, but I knew for sure that I had felt something like this before. I waited for the air to settle and I was standing in the Valley of Death. I was trying to place the last time I had been here, but I wasn’t sure if it was when I was with my parents on a dig when I was a small child or in one of my past lives. 

“So nice of you to finally join us Isis. I thought it would take you at least another few hours to realize that your little friend wasn’t where you had left him.” chuckled Immend with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. 

            “What are you doing here you sick and twisted bastard? I thought I had told you to leave everyone else alone that was near me? You should know better than to have brought me back here in any form. Or have you forgotten that I was able to see past what you wanted people to see of you back when my first nightmares started to happen?" I asked. 

“I was wanting to make this a good message setting, but I guess I’ll just have to give you my normal message. If you come back to where this all began, then we can make everything even once and for all. If you do not come here then your little friend will be the one to pay the price instead of you.So, I would advise that you get here rather quickly Rebecca.” answered Immend. 

            As I was about to run to where he was standing the room started to go back to how it had been only seconds ago. I made a run to the security desk and told Hugh I would need to leave the museum for a few days and if he would be okay with filling out the paperwork for me, seeing as I had left him a copy of all of my information should I ever pass out and not be able to wake up from a nightmare. He said he would get the paperwork finished and filed with approval before I had even finished putting the items away in storage on the preservation floor. 

            I somehow managed to get a last-minute flight to Egypt, but it was a red eye flight. I knew that it was going to be dangerous going back to where all of this had started, but I needed to save Thomas. He wasn’t involved in this fight with Immend, but had somehow been pulled into it by being a friend to me. I managed to get to Egypt and find the little house that my parents were staying at, due to the fact that they were actually on a dig there this time of year. 

“Sweetheart, if you had told us you were coming here, we would have sent the jet and driver to get you. You shouldn’t have spent your money coming here when we were already in country!” My mother stated with a small cry when she saw me walking into the kitchen of the small rented house they always stayed in. 

            “I didn’t want to bother you or dad with this mother. And besides, I didn’t have to spend any money with all the frequent flyer miles you guys keep putting in my name!” I answered back with a small giggle while I gave my mother a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

“Well you still should have phoned us when you landed honey, we would have picked you up.” my father said with a serious look while giving me a hug of his own and a kiss on the top of my head. 

            “And miss the chance to see what all the vendors have between there and here? I never would have been able to pick up new papyrus scrolls or any of the candy I can’t get back in the states if I had done that dad.” I said with a puppy dog look on my face that I knew he couldn’t stay mad at. My mother was just giggling and shaking her head when she saw the look on my face. 

“Put that look away young lady, you know I can’t stand it when you do that to me!” chuckled my father. 

            “So what site are you two working at this trip around? I already cleaned the last shipment that came into the museum that was posted from Memphis. And I have to say that I’ve seen that scimitar before, though it wasn’t covered in soot when I saw it.” I said with a look at my parents that they understood all too well. 

            You see, when I was much younger and would always come here with my parents, I was the reason that they got into this line of work. We would come for little visits and I would be walking by a stall and be drawn to an item that always seemed to be calling to me. My father would see the look on my face and ask where the item I was looking at came from. The funny thing was that all of the items I saw came from Memphis. My parents decided to take me there on the last couple days of the trip when I was around eight or nine years old. I can remember setting foot on the land and running around like I had been there before. I was running into the houses that were only ruins and saying who had lived there thousands of years ago as if I had just seen them yesterday. I ran into the temple and started to cry my eyes out for no reason. When my father came up behind me to as why I was crying, I pointed to the hieroglyphics and told him that the story that was on the wall was too sad to be there.

             I can remember my father asking me if I could read what was up there and looking at him like I was confused that he would ask me such a thing. I can recall asking him if he couldn’t read what was up there, and he said that no one had been able to fully read anything on this wall since the temple was discovered almost twenty years before I was born.