So I watched the third "Night at the Museum" movie and rather enjoyed it. Yeah, it was kind of sad and bittersweet near the end, especially due to real life stuff (we'll miss you, Robin Williams), but it was an enjoyable film none the less. It also offered a few more hints about the past and kind of inspired me with some ideas concerning the background events. And thus this story was created to serve as sort of a prequel to the trilogy of films, showing the past of Ahkmenrah and Kahmunrah from the beginning. Though I wouldn't recommend reading this until after you watch all three films to avoid spoilers.

There will be a lot of stuff from actual Egyptian mythology and info about their beliefs, behavior, and how their lives were during that time period. Which means lots of research and work for me if I want this story to be effective and at least vaguely accurate. So I make no promises about what the update schedule will be.

Oh, and one little thing. Since Kahmunrah would technically be speaking ancient Egyptian during this story, he'd be lisping at different parts in his sentences than he would in the English translation. So I won't be writing the lisping in his dialogue (and it'll make it easier on me). Just assume that he still has his lisp.

I do not own Ahkmenrah, Kahmunrah, Merenkahre, or Shepsheret. They belong to the creators of the "Night at the Museum" movies, which I also don't own (except as a few DVDs on my shelves). I also don't own any of the Egyptian gods or goddesses nor do I own any deities in any other mythology. Some of the side and background characters will be my creations and available to be borrowed with permission if you like them, though.

So sit back, relax, and enjoy the story.

Child of Moonlight

Khemsait had been present for many births. As a priestess of Hathor, one of the goddesses involved with childbirth among other things, and with her particular talent, the woman was often requested to attend and assist new mothers during this event. Sometimes she could even find a way to save the mother or child during a difficult birth. There were several mothers who claimed that she was the best woman to have present during labor. With her reputation, experience, and proximity, Khemsait was not surprised when she was summoned to the palace when the pharaoh's wife when into labor with his first child.

Inhapi was not the pharaoh's Great Wife, but one of the lesser ones. But if she gave birth to the future ruler, she would be very important and respected within the household and all the lands. This could be a wonderful day for the beautiful young woman, the start of motherhood.

But Khemsait was present for numerous other births and knew what was coming. She placed statues of Bes and Tawaret near the woman. She prayed to Bes, Tawaret, Hathor, Isis, and Meskhenet. Inhapi wore protective amulets as she squatted on the clay birthing bricks. All the possible precautions were in place, but sometimes it was not enough. Sometimes the will of the gods were not in the favor of humanity. So as the sun moved towards the horizon and the young woman's strength waned, Khemsait was once again faced with the choice. While some would ask the husband to make the choice, especially when he was the pharaoh, she would not. It seemed cruel to her to make him choose between the life of his wife and his child.

And so as the sun began to set, Khemsait was left holding the crying prince while Inhapi's body was carried away for preparations for mummification. There was a brief flurry of activity around the priestess and the newborn. Servants and other members of the staff appeared, went to work, and vanished once more with the efficiency of practice and training. Then she was left alone with three figures. One was clearly the wet-nurse for the baby boy. She was a mildly stout woman, dressed sensibly and watching the child with interest. It was the other two, however, that held her attention most.

Dressed in gold and other finery, there was no doubt in her mind who she was standing before. Especially when she saw the crown upon his head.

"Great and noble Merenkahre, Lord of the Two Lands. And Shepsheret, his beautiful queen," whispered Khemsait in awe before glancing down at the infant in her arms. "You have a son, my king."

There was a slight sadness in their eyes even when faced with such joyous news. Inhapi's death was clearly felt. The pharaoh would care for all his wives and the queen was known to be on good terms with those who shared her husband's affections. Khemsait did not doubt the woman would be missed.

"The future pharaoh. My first-born," he said as he accepted the child in his arms.

"He shall be raised to be a wise and just ruler," his wife remarked, peering down at the babe.

"Kahmunrah shall be his name," declared Merenkahre, "and I am certain the gods intend great things for him in the future."

Khemsait took this as her cue. As a priestess of Hathor, she'd been taught how to read the fortune of a newborn child. And she'd always been particularly skilled with this talent, able to see farther and more clearly than some of the others. In a few cases, she'd made her prediction in a manner different than her fellow priests, but none doubted the validity of her abilities. If the pharaoh wished to know his son's fate, she could provide that.

"May I offer my services, great king, and foretell what is to come for your son?" she asked.

Smiling slightly in encouragement, Shepsheret said, "Tell us, Khemsait, priestess of Hathor. Tell us what you see in Kahmunrah's future."

Before she could begin her usual method of calling on the Seven Hathors to share their knowledge, Khemsait felt her voice being stolen for another's use. It wasn't a common occurrence, but the priestess had done this before and knew what was happening. Apparently the deities felt the need to speak to the pharaoh and his wife directly about this matter. This child's destiny must be thoroughly impressive.

Her eyes abruptly filled with a vision. Khemsait saw the seven cow-shaped figures, the Seven Hathors. But she also saw a birthing brick with a woman's head, Meskhenet. If both of them wanted to use her to speak, then their message was truly important.

"The child's fate stretches out before him, written from the moment of his birth until after he crumbles into dust. But though he was born while Ra's light still shone in the sky, his heart will quickly fill with darkness and chaos worthy of Apep. His first act of life was to cause the death of the one who gave him birth and it shall not be the last innocent blood he shall shed. Hubris, jealousy, and cruelty will drip from him like venom as he destroys all he touches. If he is given power over someone, only pain and suffering will follow. And he shall indeed gain power and rule for a time. He shall lead other leaders, but only those with equally heavy and blackened hearts. Murder, manipulation, and threats shall be his tools while kindness and mercy are cast aside. He shall bathe the throne in blood, bury the weak alive, and seek power from all sources. Not even death will end his reign. Only Khonsu's chosen, his guardian of the night, will stop his madness and bring order."

The vision faded and she regained control of her voice. She blinked as she saw her surroundings once more, the faces of the royal family staring at her in horror. Khemsait felt terrible that she'd delivered such a devastating prophecy about the young prince. She was also afraid of how they would react towards her. Though the words came from the goddesses, it was the priestess who stood before them and it was her mouth that delivered the news.

"I am sorry, but I am only a humble messenger," she apologized swiftly. "I only speak what the gods bid me to."

There was silence for a moment, Merenkahre staring at the child in his arms with an increasingly-unreadable expression on his face. She knew that he could react badly to her prophecy and have her killed. Or he might have the child killed to prevent the foreseen events. There was no way to predict how he might respond.

"I do not wish to believe that the gods would bless me with a son, even at the cost of my wife and sister, only to have him destined for such a dark path," stated the pharaoh. "It would not be wise or fair to condemn Kahmunrah on the day of his birth for something he has not yet done. If what you said is the truth of what he is to become, then it is the will of the gods. But he must be given the chance to grow into a better man than what has been foreseen. He will be watched carefully, taught what he must know to live a righteous life, and only given his birthright when he has proven his worth, but my son will be allowed to show what kind of man he will become. I have declared it so."

"Raia," said Shepsheret, turning toward the wet-nurse. "Take Kahmunrah with you and feed him. And speak to no one of what you heard here. He is to be treated as what he is. A prince, a descendent of Ra, and the future pharaoh."

"As you command, my queen," the woman said before accepting the infant and carrying him out of the room.

Once Raia was out of sight, the pair turned back toward Khemsait. And while they looked troubled still by the predicted future of the baby, neither seemed to be angry with her for what she said.

"We are grateful for your help this day, priestess," said Merenkahre solemnly.

"Your thanks is appreciated, your majesty. And I shall say not a word of what happened this day," Khemsait assured.

There was a short nod of dismissal and the priestess took her leave. The woman left the palace, stepping out into the night. Even though there was no moonlight to shine the way, Khemsait knew the path well enough to make it home.

But her thoughts continued to drift back to the child she briefly held in her arms. He seemed so innocent and small. How could he grow into the monster foretold? And if the prediction was right, how many would suffer under the rule of the tiny prince now slumbering in the palace.

Uncertain which god to address her prayer to, Khemsait quietly begged for anyone who would listen to find a way to keep the young Kahmunrah from taking the throne.

Staring at the colorful mural across the wall, the young prince considered the story that Raia had just finished telling him. After living through seven floodings of the Nile, he knew he was swiftly growing into becoming someone as important as the beings in those stories. Even though he was still a child, his side-lock braided from three strands of hair that ended in a claw-like shape and would remaining in place for at least five more years, he knew he would someday rule over the Upper and Lower Kingdom. It was his right as his father's only son and first-born. Already the servants, his half-sisters, his cousins, and the other children in the palace he played with treated him with respect and awe. After all, he was descended from Ra and would become pharaoh. They should serve and obey him without question. The only one who was more important at the moment was Father. Even if he was supposed to listen to Mother and Raia, Kahmunrah knew he was greater than them. Raia told him so on many occasions.

Raia told him many things. Especially stories about the pharaohs of the past and the gods. Such as her most recent tale, the one depicted on this particular section of wall. It was about Osiris, Isis, and Set. Even though Osiris was the eldest and meant to rule, his brother was jealous and wanted to get rid of him. He wasn't content just guarding Ra on his journey through the underworld each night. He wished to rule in Osiris's place. So Set tricked him and trapped him in a box sealed with melted lead before tossing him into the Nile. Isis, loyal to her husband, immediately searched for him and eventually located the box. But by the time she opened it, Osiris was already dead. And Set would have ruled in his place except Isis was known to have magic and he was afraid she might try to revive her husband. Before she had the chance, Set managed to slice up his brother's body and scatter it across the lands. There were several more stories involved as she searched for the pieces, but Isis eventually managed to find them and restore him to life briefly. But Osiris eventually went to rule the underworld as the first mummy while his son grew up to overthrow Set.

It was a story told every year, but Kahmunrah still found it interesting. Set managed to get what he wanted, at least for a while, by being ruthless, clever, and brutal to anyone who stood in his way. He only lost later when he fought against Horus and the younger god cheated multiple times. And though Horus was the god of pharaohs, vengeance, and the skies, the young prince couldn't help thinking that Set's more straightforward tricks were fairer than Horus's actions. Of course, the god of the desert, storms, chaos, and war should have continued his ruthlessness. He could have killed the younger god and remained in power. Kahmunrah was determined not to make the same mistakes. If he wanted something, he would let nothing stand in his way of getting it and remain on guard against it being taken back.

"Kahmunrah, what are you doing out here all alone?"

He looked up to see a familiar figure, now heavily pregnant and smiling down at him. The young prince barely hesitated to race over to her.

"Mother," he greeted as he hugged her as best he could.

He knew that Shepsheret was not the woman who gave birth to him. He'd been told that she died when he was born. But he had always considered her to be his mother and she had always called him her son. She and Raia were the ones who cared for him when he was small and he was the fondest of them out of all women he'd encountered in the palace. She was also Father's Great Wife, so she was the only one worthy of being called Mother.

"Raia was telling me a story about Osiris, Set, and the others this afternoon," he explained excitedly, pointing up at the images on the wall. "I wanted to look at the pictures."

She smiled down at him as she guided him down the halls. He knew he was supposed to be with the tutor with Thuity, but lessons were so boring sometimes. Kahmunrah wished he didn't have to learn all these things, but Father said that he needed to know how to be a good ruler. But he'd rather listen to Raia's stories or play with Thuity than pay attention to Hekaib's lessons.

"And what did you learn from the story?" asked Mother.

"That if you want something badly enough and you can be strong, smart, and merciless enough, you can overthrow any obstacle," he recited. "Just like how Set took control from Osiris."

At his words, she halted. The boy looked up in confusion, staring at her. There was a strange look on Mother's face. Kahmunrah wasn't sure what was wrong, but she didn't look happy at how easily he'd understood the story. It was so strange.

"Why don't you head back to where Thuity is?" she suggested slowly. "I'm certain your friend misses you."

The young prince considered it a moment and slowly nodded. His absence would leave Thuity alone with Hekaib for lessons and the scribe's son would not enjoy that. The slightly-older boy was a satisfying playmate for the most part. He obeyed Kahmunrah, always made certain the prince won the games, and was wise enough even from the start not to grin at the child's lisp. Kahmunrah remembered at least one of his half-sisters had made that mistake until he slapped her when the adults weren't watching. She'd blamed the mark left behind on a simple accidental fall. But Thuity knew his place and knew who was in charge.

Mother abruptly placed her hand on her stomach and frowned for a moment. Kahmunrah paused, wondering if it was the baby kicking again. He knew that she'd been pregnant before, but no child was ever born. Though she'd always seemed sad about it, she'd explained that sometimes it was the will of the gods. He figured the gods knew he didn't need any more sisters. He would have plenty of wives to choose from when he was older. This was, however, the roundest he ever remembered seeing her. She was almost as round as the other women were right before they gave birth. Perhaps this child would actual live long enough for him to actually see.

Her mildly confused expression eased briefly and she began to walk again. Then she gasped slightly and staggered to a stop.

"I believe," she said slowly, her hand still on her stomach, "you may soon have another sibling. Go find Raia and have her send for the priestess, Khemsait."

She'd been summoned multiple times to the palace since the birth of the prince seven years ago. Even though Inhapi died that day, others sought Khemsait out when they were giving birth. So she'd returned to the palace many times, for servants and the wives of the pharaoh alike. The ones she delivered in the royal family had all been daughters, beautiful and healthy. There had been no other princes so far. And there were no further elaborate prophecies that required the gods to control her voice. She'd foretold their futures, seeing only happy and relatively peaceful lives in comparison to the terrible things predicted of Prince Kahmunrah.

Khemsait once again found herself in the presence of Queen Shepsheret. This time, she was the one on the birthing bricks and covered in amulets designed to keep the child safe and alive. She'd heard from the other women in the palace that she'd suffered numerous miscarriages over the years and that was why she wore more of the amulets than most. Perhaps the gods would be kind enough to let this one finally survive.

Unlike with Inhapi's labor, Khemsait was not the only one present. The former wet-nurse, Raia, stood behind the queen to support her. She served as a steady presence as the hours passed, one that Khemsait would be happy to call upon if she was ever in need during a future birth.

Khemsait prayed Isis, Hathor, Bes, and Tawaret, beseeching them to permit the woman at least one child to be born alive. Darkness fell and the full moon rose as the labor continued, but the priestess was not yet without hope. True, the past had not been kind to the woman when it came to motherhood. But the arrival of the first child to the world often took time and the queen was strong. And though it was longer than she expected, the labor was still smoother than Inhapi's years ago. She was confident that the woman would survive.

At midnight, Khemsait found herself cleaning and placing a small boy into the arms of his exhausted mother. Both she and Raia quickly helped Shepsheret into the nearby waiting bed. The woman almost seemed stunned to be holding her living infant.

"My child," the queen whispered in tired awe.

Regardless of the late hour, it was apparent that the pharaoh had been lurking and waiting just outside the chamber. The first cries of the newborn summoned his presence. Though still wearing the gold and finery befitting a god incarnate, the expression on his face for a moment was purely that of a concerned husband and father. Then he saw both his wife, though tired and her hair soaked with sweat, and his newborn child were alive and well. And that was enough to produce a relieved and overjoyed smile from the man as he crossed the room.

"Shepsheret," he whispered before laying a brief kiss on her brow. "My love, we have a child."

"You have a son," clarified Khemsait respectfully.

"A son?" he asked, taking a closer look at the infant.

The priestess stepped back a moment to allow them at least the illusion of privacy. Merenkahre looked so peaceful, awe-struck, and overjoyed at the same time. It was easy for the woman to forget for a moment that she was staring at the pharaoh. He just appeared to be a father seeing the wonder that is his newborn son. While he'd been relatively happy when Kahmunrah was born, that event had been marred by the death of Inhapi and the dark future foreseen for the child. There was no such shadow cast on this joyous moment. This was a happy occasion, pure and simple.

"Ahkmenrah," said Shepsheret as she rocked the baby in her arms, calming his crying and coaxing him towards sleep. "My beautiful, perfect, little Ahkmenrah. I'll never let you go. Never."

"Of course not," Merenkahre told his wife. "Nothing will ever divide our family. Nothing will take him from you. You will keep our son. I shall ensure that it is so." He briefly placed his hand on the baby's head, a small smile on his lips. "My sons, both of them, will be with us for all time.

The priestess gave the pair a few more moments of silence, allowing them to enjoy their son's presence just a little longer. There was a lot of love in the chamber. Khemsait was happy for them.

Finally she stepped forward once more and said, "Your majesties, do you wish to know what the future holds for Ahkmenrah? Just as I did for Kahmunrah and the royal princesses?"

There was some hesitation as the pair exchanged uncertain glances and looked at the baby. But slowly they turned back to the woman with a look of agreement.

But as she prepared to call on the Seven Hathors, Khemsait found her throat lock up as her voice was stolen again. Her vision filled once again with the cow-like Seven Hathors and Meskhenet, just as it did when Kahmunrah was born. This time, however, she also saw a partially-mummified figure. He wore a side-lock of youth, but also wore a plaited beard. On his head he bore a full moon disk resting in a crescent moon shape. It seemed even Khonsu wished to send a message about the boy.

"Born under moonlight, he is favored by Khonsu. Incorruptible by power and thoughtful in his actions, he shall grow to be reliable to those who need him, quick to learn when necessary, and trusting of others even when faced with the unknown. Though given a responsibility that his birth should have denied, a kind heart shall guide him through life and in death. He shall see lands far beyond any his people ever dreamt and he shall stand as equals among other powerful leaders. His legacy shall not be of children who follow in his footsteps, but will instead be born of magic and memories of the past. He shall face venomous betrayal and fiercely-protective loyalty alike. And though death and distance may try to separate them for a time, he will always be reunited with those who love him."

Her vision cleared and she regained control of her voice. The first thing she saw was Raia, waiting patiently in the corner, with a small frown on her face. She was staring at the priestess and the baby with an unreadable look in her eyes. Khemsait swiftly turned her attention back towards the pharaoh and his wife, dismissing the former wet-nurse as unimportant at the moment. She was more concerned with the members of royalty. The thoughtful expressions were certainly better reactions to their child's fortune than how they responded years ago.

"As before, I shall not say anything about what happened this evening," said Khemsait. "I am merely a messenger for the gods."

Merenkahre nodded, "We thank you for all that you've done this night, priestess."

"Raia," called Shepsheret, "would you go fetch Kahmunrah? I think he should meet his brother."

"As you command, my queen," the former wet-nurse said.

Both women realizing they'd been dismissed, Khemsait and Raia quietly stepped out of the chamber. The priestess's last glimpse of them was of the pharaoh and his Great Wife marveling at their child.

Kahmunrah rubbed his eyes tiredly. He wasn't sure why he was awake. Raia came into his chamber and pulled him from his sleep. The light of Ra wasn't even in the sky yet. So why did he have to be awake?

But the woman led him through the halls in silence until they apparently reached their destination. The young prince was surprised to see Mother and Father waiting, the pair sitting there with Mother wrapped in a few blankets and looking both exhausted and happy. She was also holding something in her arms.

The boy frowned. So Mother finally had a baby and it lived? Was that why they decided to wake him up? They never woke him up when one of Father's other wives had a daughter. He'd normally just hear about it in the morning. Perhaps it was because it was Shepsheret's child rather than one from another of the lesser wives. Or maybe they thought this daughter would make a good Great Wife for him someday when he was pharaoh. Kahmunrah didn't know or really care. He just wanted to go back to sleep.

"Kahmunrah," Father called. "My son, come and meet your brother."

That woke him up a little more. Brother? What did he mean?

"Mother?" he said, confused.

She smiled at him sweetly and reached out one hand to pull the young prince closer to them. The child stared down at the small thing in her arms. It looked like a squashed and less-hairy baboon, wrapped in a blanket. It was asleep, but Kahmunrah doubted it looked any better awake.

"This is Ahkmenrah, your baby brother," said Mother.

"Why is he here? You don't need another son, Father," the boy said, still frowning in confusion. "If I am meant to take the throne, what purpose does he have? We don't need him."

"Kahmunrah, that is enough," he scolded in a quiet, yet firm tone. "This is your brother. He deserves to be treated with the same respect and kindness as any other child of mine. Including you. If the gods have blessed our family with another son, then we should rejoice at this precious gift."

"You are still the eldest son," soothed Mother. "You are still part of this family. Ahkmenrah's birth does not change that. He will look up to you as an example. Since you will someday rule these lands and protect them, perhaps you can practice by helping to take care and protect your younger brother."

She was trying to make him feel better. Kahmunrah knew she was trying to make him happier about the situation. But all he could think about was that he didn't want a brother. He didn't need one. They already had an heir to the throne. He was the one who would someday rule. Why did they need Ahkmenrah? Did they want someone else to be pharaoh, just in case he wasn't good enough? Was that why they were so excited about the baby?

No, he was still the first born son. Kahmunrah focused on that fact. The baby was just an annoyance. He wouldn't have the throne. He'd never be pharaoh. The young prince would never let that happen. He wanted to rule and he would make sure it happened. No one would take that away from him. Especially not little Ahkmenrah.

Besides, the little thing would probably get sick and die soon anyway. Lots of babies did. He knew of at least three daughter that the other wives had who died within a few weeks of being born. And others died before they saw their first flooding of the Nile. Only a few of them lived long enough to start walking around. So Ahkmenrah would probably be gone soon too. Then Mother could go back to only caring about one son: him.

"Come, little one," coaxed Raia gently. "It is time to go back to your chamber. You should get some more sleep before morning."

"All right," he nodded, smiling briefly at Mother and Father as he left.

No, Ahkmenrah wasn't worth worrying about. The tiny, weak creature would never take what rightfully belonged to the young prince. Kahmunrah wouldn't allow him.

All right, education time. And remember, spelling on all these gods and goddesses (and their exact relationships to each other) isn't always the same. Different sources say different things, so I can only do my best.

Hathor is the goddess of female sexuality, childbirth, fertility, sky, love, beauty, joy, motherhood, foreign lands, mining, music, and a lot of other things depending on what form she was in at the time (some of the gods and goddesses had different forms depending on the situation… they were a complicated group). In the form of the Seven Hathors, she could predict the fortune of a newborn child and see their destiny. Her priests and priestesses could also sometimes read the child's fortune too. She's usually represented as a woman with cow horns and/or cow ears, but sometimes she's just shown as a cow. Bes is dwarf-like god who was known as a protector of children. Tawaret is a goddess who looks like a pregnant hippo who was another one involved in the protection of pregnancy and childbirth. Meskhenet was another goddess, seen as the personification of the birthing bricks that women squatted on when giving birth. She was supposed to be yet another protective entity during delivery and she could also predict the future of an infant.

Basically, there were a lot of deities to call on when a woman is having a kid, which makes sense since there was a huge mortality rate for both mother and child during this time period. Lots of women died in childbirth and lots of kids didn't survive very long for various reasons. It was a tough time period and it wasn't like the medical care was the greatest. Hence why I figured that Kahmunrah's mom could have died in childbirth and that Shepsheret could have lost some children due to miscarriages.

Other gods mentioned in this chapter include Isis, Osiris, Set, Horus, Ra, Apep, and Khonsu. The first few will be explained in detail later if necessary, but the last two are a little more obscure in comparison. Apep was a serpent-like entity who was the spirit of evil, darkness and destruction who threatened to destroy the sun god, Ra, as he travelled though the underworld at night. In general, not a nice guy to deal with.

Khonsu was the god of the moon and is really important in this story since the third movie says he's responsible for the magic of the Tablet of Ahkmenrah. Khonsu was the God of Light in the Night, he protects against wild animals, watches over night time travelers, is instrumental in the creation of new life, and aids in healing. He also had multiple titles, including "Traveler," "Embracer," "Pathfinder," and "Defender." Of course, some of his older stories involved him killing the enemies of the pharaoh, but he pretty much mellowed out over the centuries into someone less violent and merely protective. He was represented either as a falcon-head entity with a full moon disk resting in a crescent moon on his head or as a partially-mummified child with a side-lock and beard that also has a full moon disk resting in a crescent moon on his head.

There is one thing I find amusing about the fact the movies chose him as the one who was responsible for the tablet's magic. Due to his role as a protective god of moonlight who watches over those who travel at night, Khonsu is essentially a "night guard."

On a different note, there was no word for midwife at this time period, but it was still common for other women to be present during the birth and they sort of served a similar role as a midwife. But men, let alone doctors, were usually not in the same room when the mother was in labor. Hence, Khemsait's presence.

Also, pharaohs generally had multiple wives, though one was considered their Great Wife (and would pretty much be their queen). In this case, Inhapi would be one of Merenkahre's lesser wives while Shepsheret would be his Great Wife. Not to mention both women were probably related to him, either as his sisters, half-sisters, cousins, or something (I personally imagine Inhapi as a sister and Shepsheret as a younger cousin). The royal family was supposedly descended from Ra and they didn't want to dilute the godly bloodline with too much human blood, so there was plenty of inbreeding (plus, the princesses could only marry someone of equal rank as them, which usually meant either marrying someone else in the royal family or not being married at all).

In regards to the abbreviated version of the story of Osiris, Isis, Set, and Horus, Kahmunrah is really missing the point of it. Kids do that sometimes. But it certainly will affect his decision-making process in the future.