Digi-mummies

Chapter One-

Random Fate

By Celestra (Les)

This was written for my friend Major Magic. I really don't care if you read it or not, but it would be nice to read and review this as it is a crossover of two of the best shows I have ever seen, Mummies Alive, and Digimon, and the return of Powers of the Crests! But anyHOO! Any one else like those two shows?! If you don't then I advise you to leave. If you haven't heard of one or the other, you could read anyways, or look it up on the Internet. There's a LOT of sites for both of them. So without further ado, I present you with Digi-mummies!

Panting, gasping, Presley rounded several corners of the night streets, attempting to escape from Scarab. The evil sorcerer had tried yet again to capture Presley in order to gain immortality from the soul of Rapses. Dripping with sweat, Presley ran faster, feeling the muscles in his legs tiring, yet he went on, knowing the results would disastrous if he did not escape. He grabbed his amulet and brought up to face level. He spoke into his amulet, calling for help to the mummies, for he could hear Scarab pursuing him, the buzz of his wings, the hiss of Heka, seeing the beetle armor glinting in the moonlight. 

"Jakal! Nefertina! Armon! Rath! HELP, would ya?!

He swung around a corner sharply, and came face to face with the brick wall of a horrible looking alley. "Dead end alley," he muttered. "Time to backtrack."

"I do not think so, Rapses." Came Scarab's voice from behind him.

Presley whipped around, but Scarab was not behind him. Deeply puzzled, Presley cocked his head towards the wall again, and he gave a surprised gasp. "You were behind me!"

"But now I am in front of you. Your soul is mine, boy. You will not escape me again." Scarab clenched his fist. "After all these years, revenge will be mine!"

"Thirty five hundred years, to be exact," Heka hissed.

"This is NOT good," murmured Presley. He gripped his amulet very tightly. "Guys? GUYS?! Even while fighting shabties, it shouldn't take them this long to get to me."

Scarab unclenched his fist. "You are mine, Rapses." His eyes glinted evilly.

"Help! Anyone! Please help me!" Presley shouted.

                                    

"O spirit of-"

"STOP!!!" came a voice. The voice was a feminine one, and a young one at that, so it couldn't be Nefertina's.

Presley looked around in a puzzled fashion. He wasn't overly worried; the person seemed to be trying to help. She was a girl of about eleven. She was shown in vortex of swirling colors, surrounded by blue. She was rather pretty, Presley thought. She was blond with blue eyes, and a pink shirt and green baggy pants. The thing that intrigued Presley about her, was the thing around her neck. It had a turquoise heart-like symbol on it. 

                                                             

"Scarab, you will not succeed with gaining immortality by taking the soul of the ancient prince Rapses. I won't let you!!!!!!" 

The symbol flew out of the necklace around her neck and flew in front of her, and Presley.

"What the h-" Presley was heard muttering before his words were drowned out as the symbol's turquoise color began to warp as a shield, and as a turquoise, black and silver spiraled beam that shot towards Scarab. All went black.

                                                                  

Presley sat straight up in his bed, remembering the strange dream (or was it a vision?) that had just occurred, and savoring the feeling of finding out he was completely safe instead of dead, or with Scarab.

"But was it a dream?" he asked himself.

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Elanna ran faster, her legs pumping as she ran even faster, the strings on her pants whipping her knees. Metalseadramon was pursuing her, and she seemed to be separated from Raimon, or anyone from that matter. "Oh damn, oh damn," she muttered; a metallic slithering sort of sound told her that Metalseadramon was drawing ever closer, and indeed, impending doom was too.

"Why am I here? Where's Raimon, and Matt and Tai and the others? Why ME?" she questioned. "Damn," she muttered again.

Suddenly she stopped cold. She faced complete darkness. She tried to move forward in it, because it could probably shield her Metalseadramon, hiding her, but she couldn't move forward. She tried to left and right, but it seemed that she could only move back, towards Metalseadramon.

"Great. If it's not one thing, it's another."

The sounds Metalseadramon made were closer now. She started to panic more and more. "Raimon! Raimon! Tai! Matt! Agumon! Gabumon! TK! Kate! Guys! ANYBODY!" she screamed.

"So we meet, Digidestined." Metalseadramon's voice floated from behind her.

"But how did-"

"The darkness will help only those who are evil. It helped me, but not you. It did not help you, so now you must DIE!" Metalseadramon's voice was cruel, evil and emotionless.

"Help me, please, somebody!" Elanna pleaded.

"River of pow-"

"STOP!!!" came a masculine voice. The voice didn't sound like any of the other Digidestined guys. Elanna looked around, not worried, but curious, because she had called for help and somebody came to help. Locating the speaker, Elanna sighed, for not only did a guy come to help, but also it was a boy, and a cute one at that.

The boy was around twelve years old, had brown hair and green eyes. He wore a cream colored jacket over a white t shirt and green shorts. Trees surrounded him, and blue substance made his background look more like a portal of some sort.

" Metalseadramon, you cannot destroy one of the other hopes of saving the world. I will not let you destroy this girl."

The boy held weapon of sorts, looking sort of like a boomerang.

                                                  

While the boy spoke, Elanna noticed something around the boy's neck. It was a black leather string, and on it was curious looking golden amulet, and on it was the Eye of Ra symbol.

                                                                                                  

 Elanna sensed that the boy's soul was not exactly from the present. Her power allowed her to see his soul, and that was all.

The amulet flew off the boy's neck, going in front of Elanna. It was sort of misty, and the amulet itself began to warp around the Eye of Ra symbol. The colors twisted, yet the Eye remained the same. It seemed to grow larger, though. It made a sort of shield around Elanna, and as this happened; the boy threw the boomerang-like weapon at Metalseadramon.                                                                                                                                                               

The weapon hit Metalseadramon sharply, and also parts of the warped amulet shot towards him. All went black.

Elanna woke up with start; quickly trying to see where Metalseadramon was, where the boy had gone, and seeing the other Digidestined and their digimon right there. Raimon was on her right side, and TK and Patamon lay on her left.

She must have screamed when she woke, because TK mumbled," You okay?"

"Yeah." TK went back to sleep.

"Was that a vision?" Elanna asked out loud into the night air.

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"Dear, dear, so many ways to capture the prince and so little time," Scarab sighed, shuffling some papers that were in a cream-colored manila folder in his office.

"That's right, boss. So, how much time do you have left, now?"

Scarab ignored her. "I need a new plan to capture Rapses. I am no closer to gaining immortality today than to thirty five hundred years ago."

"You know, boss, I think you have another wrinkle. I'm not sure though, because there are a lot of wrinkles there already."

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, Heka."

"Why don't you just send the mummies somewhere else?"

"I would, but where could I send them? They always seem to get back in time."

Heka remained silent for a moment. "Why not through the Western Gate?"

"Heka, you birdbrain, Amenhotep is in the Western Gate and he'll be sure to send them back quick as possible."

Scarab paused. "Immortality, and a great power will surge through me, but only through that blasted boy! I need a way to get the mummies away from him long enough to steal the soul. And add some torture because he has foiled me for this long." Scarab smiled coyly.

"Wait a minute . . . "

"What?" Scarab asked. "Heka, tell me quick. Before I decide to stick your head down the toilet again."

"Yes sir. See, instead of sending the mummies to another place in this world, we'll send them into a different world. You can program where and take some of their powers and give to you."

"I like the way you think, Heka. You think like a snake."

"I am a snake, boss."

"Whatever. Now we'll have to choose another world."

Scarab stood out of his comfy leather chair walked over to a dark-grey filing cabinet. He pulled out one of the silver handles ruffled around inside." Western Gate monsters, wrecking monsters, ah, here we are, worlds." He pulled out a manila folder identical to the first on he was looking at. He sat back down at his desk, threw his old folder off the desk, where it's contents lay cluttered on the floor. He sat back down and opened the folder. He looked at the papers that named the worlds and their properties.

"Hmm. The Vitiworld." He read down. "I don't think so. The 'Wacko World'? I don't even want to read about it. This one has no name, but it says it'll change the skins of its occupants. What good is that? Are there any worlds good enough to strand the mummies in?!"

"Hey Scarab, this one fell on the ground!" Heka noticed.

"Oh, then hand it to me!"

"But I have no hands!" Heka protested.

"Oh never mind." Scarab reached down and plucked it from the cluttered floor.

"'The DigiWorld. A world where vicious digital monsters attack those less vivacious then themselves.'" Scarab read off the sheet. He looked up and smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I like the sound of it already."

Heka nodded her agreement.

"The mummies are going to the DigiWorld!"

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"So, Jakal, uh, do you wanna take me fishing?"

"Of course, my Prince. When did you have in mind?"

"Uh, tomorrow afternoon, during math class?"

"You mean after math class, Presley." Rath spoke up. "If you ever want to be as intelligent as m-"

 

"Who wants to be like you?" Nefertina scoffed.

"As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted by this ignoramus-"

"Ignoramus? I'll show you-"

"Uh, I think I'll leave now, before Nefertina and Rath try to kill each other. Despite that they are already dead."

"Good plan," Armon spoke up, his arm loaded with chips, ice cream and tons of other junk foods. 

Presley casually strolled outside in the garden behind the sphinx and sat down heavily on the bench there. He could still hear Nefertina and Rath, and occasional crash and Armon and Jakal's voices trying to calm down the two enraged mummies.

"Such glamorous friends I have," he muttered in a sarcastic tone.

The vision-like dream had come again and again, but just last night he had slightly different version. Instead of the girl saving him, the girl had been attacked by a long goldish metal snake thing. The name of it had been mentioned, but he forgot. The girl was cornered by the monster-like snake, but he had come in a portal thingy and he saved her. His amulet warped the way her symbol had done and he had thrown his Boomer-Ra and all had gone black.

He was sure that the girl was real somewhere, and that they were connected by the visions somehow.

Suddenly Jakal strode out of the sphinx." Rath and Nefertina are furious with each other. They said . . . some . . . non-appropriate words, so it's good that you weren't in there." Jakal grimaced. "Armon nearly had his other arm torn off."

Presley looked up. Did Jakal actually make a joke?

"Did you just make a joke?" he asked incredulously.

"No, I was serious. The hunting lion jokes not when on the prowl."

Presley made a face. "Please, Jakal, no animal stories."   

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"Hey Scarab, your plan still has some flaws in it."

"What did you say?" Scarab asked in a deadly whisper, his eyes flashing as though she dared to say something disgusting in his presence.

"Well, how are you going to make sure the mummies go through the other portal?"

"Hmm, you're right, I haven't thought of that. I'm sure you're pleased with yourself, Heka?"

Heka gulped. She knew that saying yes would earn a painful experience – sharpening Scarab's pencils with her tongue. She vigorously shook her head no.

"Good. I have the perfect plan on doing that, however." Scarab bent over and whispered his plans to Heka.

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"So . . . how did everyone sleep?" asked Sora.

There was a chorus of "okay" from most people. TK was one of the people to say no.

"I had a nightmare," he said.

"What was it?" Cat asked, crouching down so that they were eye level.

"Metalseadramon came and ate us all up."

"Ooh, harsh." Matt commented.

Elanna said nothing. She looked into nothingness, thinking about the dream-like vision. It had been a week since the first time she had it, and it kept on repeating. Except for last night. Last night, it was different. Instead of the boy saving her, she saved him. A wizard dude was trying to steal his soul and kept going on about Rapses and immortality, and then she appeared and her crest's symbol warped like the amulet and protect him, and then shot out towards the guy, and all had gone black.

A white gloved hand waved in front of her eyes, and she looked up and saw Tai.

"Hey, are you awake or what?" He yawned and spoke at the same time.

"Yeah."

"I HATED my dream," Izzy shuddered. "I received what seemed to be an e-mail from Gennai, but actually it was from Machinedramon. He sent me a virus and then my laptop exploded."

"Riiight." Kate said.

"That's just not logically logical," Joe said, putting on his dew-misted glasses.

"What's not logically logical is that you're allergic to certain kinds of water, Joe," Gomamon said.

"What's not logically logical is that you like sushi but you don't like good old-fashioned rice balls," said Tai.

"Your hair isn't logically logical."

"Your hat isn't logically logical."

"Your shoes aren't logically logical."

"What isn't logically logical is that you keep making "logically logical" jokes!" Cat stated.

"Who say's we were joking?" laughed TK.

"Your fashion isn't logically logical."

"Don't diss the fashion!" Mimi yelped.

Elanna couldn't help but laugh and joke with the rest of them.

"Weasels aren't logically logical!"

"Neither are marshmallows!"

"Or warts!"

"The thing that isn't logically logical," Elanna thought," was how the boy kept appearing. Who is he? And why did my power appear? Even weirder, his soul didn't seem to be from our time. I feel as though there really is a boy, and that we'll meet soon."

"The way Elanna hasn't made a joke in the last few minutes isn't logically logical!" Kate gasped.

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"Hey! You guys! There's a new Beefy Burger in town!" Armon called to the Nefertina, Rath, Jakal and Presley, who were all watching the "Magic Box", AKA TV.

"Since when?" Presley turned from the wrestling program that was airing and looked up at Armon. "I mean, these things are usually put in the newspaper, and nothing like that showed up."

"Well, there is and I already know where it is! Anybody up for going?"

"Technically, Armon, you shouldn't be able to eat, because mummies have their stomachs taken out when they're mummified."

"Technically, my prince, we shouldn't be alive and walking, but we are." Rath chided.

"Oh yeah. I forgot. I'm just used to you guys, I guess."

"So do you want to come?" Armon pleaded.

"Nah." Nefertina said, without taking her eyes off the screen.

"Well, how about you, Rath?"

"No, Armon, I studying the way these men do Egypt-tsu, it looks rather strange.

"Sorry, Armon, but I'd like to rest in my sarcophagus." At these words, Jakal left and walked towards the wall where the sarcophagi were propped up.

"Well how about you, Presley?" Armon asked, looking at Presley with big imploring eyes.

"Yeah, sure, I don't watch this show anyways."

"If you get into trouble and need more help, just call, okay, Presley?" Nefertina asked, looking at him during a commercial.

"Yeah, yeah."

They walked closer to the garage, and then Presley stopped.

"Wait, Armon, how are we going to get there? You can't drive with only one arm."

"Oh, it's within walking distance."

"Okay. Hmm."

"What?"

"Oh, nothing."

Armon and Presley walked a short five blocks to get to the new Beefy Burger. Very soon it came into view.

                                                     

"Isn't it beautiful?" Armon almost drooled.

"It looks like all the other Beefy Burgers," Presley pointed out.

"Yeah, but this one is so close!" Armon said happily. "How many American Pharaohs do you think this Beefy Burger will take?" Armon asked, completely forgetting about being happy.

"Probably the same as all the other places." Presley stated. "Wait a minute," he said. Armon had almost gone in. Presley peered through the glass. "That looks like Scarab," he squinted. "There are people in there, and . . . oh, no, Armon! We've got to summon the others!"

"What is it?"

"There are too many shabties and they've rounded up most of the people! There are way too many for you alone to defeat, Armon!" Presley looked into Armon's eyes. "It's not that you're a bad fighter, but with all of them, Scarab included, one just can't beat one thousand!"

"I do not doubt you, young prince, something wrong is happening and we need help!"

Presley grabbed hold of his amulet. "Jakal! Rath! Nefertina! Take the Hot-Ra and come to the new Beefy Burger immediately! There's some trouble with Scarab!"

"I think I should transform now! WITH THE STRENGTH OF RA!" Armon was briefly surrounded by a glow; he appeared moments later in his ram armor. 

                                                        

A screeching sound made Presley look up; there he saw the Hot-Ra, smoking silently, with Nefertina at the wheel.

"The prince should stay here while we go inside," Rath stated.

"Actually, he should come with in case Scarab or a shabti doubles out back and grabs him."

"Good plan, Jakal," Presley said, because watching the battle close up would be better, for protection and for not getting bored.

"Let's kick tut!" Nefertina cried as they entered the building.

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"Something's coming."

"Gatomon?" Kari asked.

"I can sense something coming very soon."

Raimon sniffed for a few minutes. "I don't sense anything," she said.

"This is something only cats can sense," Gatomon said. Winds began to pick up; a strong feeling was in the air.

"Lasdamon, can you sense it?"

Lasdamon rose to her back paws. "I think so. It's something a-"

But what Lasdamon thought it was, was never made known.

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"Wh- what's going on?" Presley shouted. The moment they had entered the building, all previous images of shabties, people and Scarab disappeared from view.

In fact, they didn't seem to even be somewhere; they floated in dull grey-darkness, there was no floor, no ceiling, no people, no nothing.

Jakal spread his wings and put his hand on Presley's shoulder. "Protect the prince," he stated.

"It does come to mind, Jakal," Rath sniffed.

"Hey, hey, we don't need sarcasm, guys," Presley said.

"Be on guard," Armon warned, yielding his huge golden arm threateningly.

"I hate to point this out, but we're still floating in grey-darkness in a place that looked like a Beefy Burger that was filled with things only seconds ago, is empty now with no tut to kick." Nefertina said, looking very bored indeed.

"Hey, that's right, where did Scarab and the shabties and the people go?" Presley asked, looking around.

"Illusions," came a whispered voice.

"Scarab," Jakal hissed.

"Not really. This is a recording." True to the words of Scarab's soft whispered voice, a small black tape player appeared in the semi-darkness.

"All of this is an illusion. Mummies, I'm sending you to another world in order to steal the prince's soul. And Armon, you can't even have a beefy burger, so HA!"

"How cruel. Only Scarab would think of an illusion-Beefy Burger and not let us have some some." Armon whined.

 "Of course, to make you weaker, I've taken some of your power and added some to mine. Should I have to go after you for some reason, you'll be weaker."

"By Ra, this is annoying," Rath griped.

"I'm expecting you to interrupt or attempt to escape by now, so I'll just send you off, shall I? Oh, Jakal, say hello to the digimon for me."

"You know, I'm really starting to hate him." Presley said.

"As much as I like spending my time with Presley in a Beefy Burger, I think we should leave." Armon stated.

"You know, Armon, I think I actually agree with you."

"Don't fight now, guys." Presley griped. "Scarab thinks I'm not with you now, so he'll surprised when he figures out he sent me to this "World" with you."

"True." Jakal spoke.

Silence for a few minutes. "So, is he going to send us to this world or not?" Presley asked.

"Don't under-estimate Scarab's power, Rapses. He killed us once, he's not afraid to do it again."

"I know."

"Surf's up!" Nefertina suddenly shouted.

"What do you mean, "surf's up"?" Rath asked skeptically, looking around in confusion and looking for the source of Nefertina's sudden shout, like the others.

"Look!" Presley shouted, pointing upwards. Above their heads, a giant turquoise wave came crashing down on them. The armor of the four mummies disappeared as the turquoise wave washed around Presley, Rath, Armon, Jakal and Nefertina.

"Ouch, I'm going to have a migraine after this," Rath whined as he hit his head and was swept into unconsciousness.

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"Watch out!!!!!!!!!!!" This shrill shout came from Kari and Cat as they pointed upwards. A giant descending turquoise wave swept down upon the ground.

"Run for it!" Mimi shouted, clutching her hat to her head in order to prevent it from blowing away in the sudden Gail.

"Oh no!" Foximon shouted, running along side Cat, Tai and Agumon. "Hurry! We'll be swept away!"

"NO! We can't! There are people caught in that wave!" Elanna pointed.

"Who's missing?" Matt shouted, his voice faint.

"Not one of us!" Joe shouted, his voice fainter.

"New people! And we have to help them!" Gomamon cried, his voice coming in stronger.

The wave crashed down mercifully, sweeping on the ground.

"We have to help them," Sora said, clutching her one of the strings on her hat. And then – the wave disappeared.

"Whe- where did the wave go?" Mimi stuttered, clutching at her chest.

"That doesn't matter, Mimi, we have to help those strange new people," Elanna spoke. "Oh!"

"What?" Raimon cocked her head to look up at her partner.

"Nothing." But inside, something in her heart stirred. These people . . . they seemed . . . familiar, somehow.

Snapping out of her momentary trance, she jogged to the people. Four of them looking like they were bandaged in something, and three of the bandaged figures were male. One was clothed in a blue kilt like thingy, another with green and yellow, and another with his right arm missing and clothed in purple. The female one was dressed in a red-yellow skirt. She had long white hair.

The four bandaged figures seemed . . . more dead than alive.

The fifth figure was merely a boy, with brown hair, a cream colored jacket over a white t shirt, and green shorts . . . The figure was strangely familiar, she had seen him before . . .

She suddenly jolted. The boy was the one from her dreams . . . and he was now laying unconscious on the ground with four other people, who, Elanna realized, were mummified and wearing ancient Egyptian garments.

Elanna knelt by the boy. She placed her fingers on his forehead. She didn't know what she was doing, or why she was doing it. But she had to save this boy. . .  "Please wake up . . .oh please wake up. . ."

"What are you doing?" Tai perplexedly asked her.

"I don't know . . ." she said emptily.

"WHAT?"

"Technical difficulty."

"What?"

"Let her do what she wants to do." Matt spoke. He too wanted the boy to wake.

"Thank you, Matt." She whispered. "Don't die. I don't know you, but don't die." Her eyes gazed to his chest, where she saw a golden amulet around his neck, with the ancient Eye of Ra symbol.

She clenched her fist.

"What?" Tai asked again.

"I – I don't know."

Davis looked up at Sora. "What's wrong with them?"

"I don't know."

Suddenly, Elanna's crest glowed and milky turquoise color. The light washed over Presley and the other four figures. The boy stirred. Gradually his eyes opened. They were green. They were slightly familiar. He opened his mouth.

"Gah!" He shouted, jolting backwards a bit. "Wh –who are you?!" He just woke up, and found and un-familiar girl's face in his face. He squinted. Those blue eyes were familiar. "I know you," he muttered. Than he looked up.

"Jakal! Nefetina! Armon! Rath!" he shouted.

"Right here," came Armon's voice from his right. "Everyone's here."

"Ah, good." Presley tested himself. Shakily, he found he could stand. He took a good look around. He saw Armon leaning against a tree, Jakal standing and Nefertina sitting up. Rath appeared, muttering incoherently.

"Ouch, I do have a migraine," he muttered. He stopped, and looked around. He saw several kids with puzzled expressions. Strange creatures stood near several of the children.

A blonde girl stood quite close to Presley, and orange creature right by her side. A boy with large brown hair and goggles stood close to and yellow dinosaur like creature. Two blonde boys, one with spiked hair and one with a hat. A horned creature and an orange thing with wings stood close by. A girl with dark hair stood with a purple cat, and a red-haired girl with hat stood with a pink bird.

Two girls, each with short, light brown hair stood side by side, one with a white cat-like creature, the other a fox-like creature. A boy with brown hair and goggles stood beside a blue creature. A girl entirely dressed in pink stood with a green plant-like creature. A boy with navy hair stood shaking by a tree, where a seal-like creature stood. A red-haired child stood near a red beetle like creature.

"Somebody want to explain what's going on?" Rath asked icily.

"We might ask you the same question," Tai replied in the same tone of voice.

Sora, ever the peacemaker, finally found her voice among the midst of confusion. "So . . . how about we make some introductions?"

Elanna found her voice. "Well, my name is Elanna. This is Raimon. And here are Tai, Agumon, Matt, Gabumon, Sora, Biyomon, TK, Patamon, Cat, Foximon, Izzy, Tentomon, Kate, Lasdamon, Davis, Veemon, Joe, Gomamon, Kari, Gatomon, Mimi, and Palmon."

"Alrighty. My name is Presley. This is Jakal, Nefertina, Rath and Armon. You may not believe this, but, uh, we're not from this world."

"Neither are we," Davis pointed out.

Presley lapsed into the story of Scarab, the reborn spirit, and the reason why they were in this new world."

The Digidestined listened in silence, and then they in turn explained their tale. Each group of people listened to the true tales of each other. They believed each other because of their own tales. The tale of Egypt was mixed with the tale of the Digidestined.

At the end, Presley stared at Tai in silent shock. "Intense," he whispered. "If it weren't for the fact that we're here now, I wouldn't believe you."

Elanna was able to sense that Presley really did have the ancient reborn spirit of Rapses, through her power. Suddenly, a purple flash shot into Presley's arms.

"Hey! It's Kahti!" Presley shouted. He paused. "But wait, why is she purple?"

                                              

"Hey! That isn't Kahti!" Kate cried. "It's Lasdamon! Wrapped in toilet paper! Were you playing with Joe's medic bag again?"

                                                   

"Uh . . . so, is Kahti and guy or a girl?" Lasdamon asked hurriedly, changing the subject.

"Eh, she's a girl."

"Ooooooooookay."

Lasdamon hopped out of Presley's arms and shook off the toilet paper. She stalked off. Elanna followed after her.

"Hey, Lasdamon!" She called softly. "You knew he was a reborn prince, didn't you?"

"Get real, Elanna, I'm a cat digimon. Cats are naturally associated with Egypt."

"Yeah, well, I'm a hell of a lot bigger than you with a more experienced digimon, so shut up!"

"Yeesh." Lasdamon complained.

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Gathered around the campfire, the Digidestined and the mummies sat, slowly eating gathered berries and nuts.

Presley and Elanna weren't included in the group, however. Presley remembered the girl called Elanna from his dreams, and he noticed that she did have the turquoise heart-like symbol around her neck.

"I remember you," a voice came, interrupting his thoughts. It was the girl. "You were in my dreams . . . more than a week ago." She said. "Your amulet. It's an Eye of Ra amulet. I can sense your soul. It really is an ancient Egyptian soul."

"I know that," he joked. Suddenly he was serious again. "You were in my dreams too. I think it's a spiritual link of some sort. And that we'll find out more about it soon."

Elanna and Presley went back to the dying campfire. The campfire was nearly put out, and many of the group were asleep. Elanna and Presley joined the group sooner than they expected.

                                                     TO BE CONTINUED!

Eh, that was interesting. o.O More like freaky. But I liked it. I'll have to hurry up and finish it soon. Eh, I hope you liked the first chapter of Digi-mummies! *Goes of to pester random people*