I do not own The Mummy, Terence Bey, Ardeth Bay or any other things you may recognise. I only own Samyeh Beyya, my OC.

"Samyeh? Can you come into my office with me for a minute please?" Terence Bey asked me.

"Of course Terence." I said with a smile that reached my honey eyes. As I walked my long black hair swung behind me, hiding most of my curvy 6' 2" body underneath it.

"I would like to ask you some questions dear." He admitted while gesturing to the chair in front of him. Sitting in it I looked at him.

"What would you like to ask?" I asked him with a raise of my dark eyebrow. He shifted in his seat, but carried on none the less.

"Where/How did you acquire those tattoos on your face?" He pressed. I was the one to shift uncomfortably now. I had had the tattoos since I was around thirteen, almost ten years ago.

"I got them when I was thirteen. A man walked up to me and gave them to me, then asked if I wanted to be adopted. I said no so he left me alone. I did some research into them, but couldn't find anything. What do they mean?" I beseeched. A shuffle of black was seen in the corner of my eye. Standing, I swiftly pulled two long Khopesh out of my boot and pointed them in that direction.

"Stand down Samyeh, 'tis only my friend." Terence assured me. The black figure moved forward to I could see their face. A man who was around the same height as me, black-clad and had the warmest brown eyes.

"Thank you Dr. Bey." The man thanked Terence. His deep voice sent pleasant shivers down my spine.

"This is my 'daughter' Samyeh Beyya. Samyeh, meet my friend Ardeth Bay." Terence provided the formal greetings but the man, Ardeth, was staring at my tattooed face intently with shock etched on his handsome face.

"She is-"

"I understand completely. Have you told-"

"I was waiting for you to tell her." The two men began a private conversation while I was standing there like a loser.

"What were you going to tell me?" I butted into their conversation, re-alerting them of my presence.

"You are the lost warrior. The final Muharib, the lost Muharib…" Ardeth finished while bowing to me slightly. Looking at Terence for reassurance, but then I saw he was bowing too.

"Wait. You think I am the Lost Muharib from the legends? The one who has been sent to save the world from The Creature?" I asked shocked at their assumptions.

"I thought you said you couldn't find anything on your tattoos?" Terence reminded me.

"I couldn't, I then researched the Medjai and the Old Egyptian Legends. What am I to do to stop The Creature?" The men shared knowing glances and replied at the same time,

"Hamunaptra." After that I was too shell-shocked. The very city of the dead.

"You will accompany the Medjai on the boat raid on the tour Ms Carnahan is travelling on to stop them from reaching the City." They continued. Nodding, I butted in again.

"What must I do to stop them?" Ardeth walked over to me and looked me in the eye, only a few centimetres lower than his own eyesight.

"Anything." Ardeth stated with meaning.

Terence walked over to me and handed me some black robes and a dark half – niqab veil. Accepting them, I left the room to change. As I was walking down the corridors I heard a quiet shout of,

"Muhammad? Bob?" Snickering, I made my way into the bathroom. The garments' fit perfectly and when I left I was almost a walking wall of black except a strip of skin that showed my eyes. While walking back, I bumped into Ardeth leaving the office.

"So all of this because of the Eye of Horus tattoos on my face, huh?" I joked lightly.

Will update soon, maybe again tonight. Figures crossed! Reviews will get you a cyber cookie!