Imhotep / Original Character
Setting 2050 Egypt- with flashbacks
Genre: Romance
Rating: NC 17
Part One of a Series- A Time for Love
Disclaimer : Standard disclaimers apply. The characters from the movie belong to Universal, while the
Original ones belong to me. I am just playing for a bit and will return all toys back to the Universal Toy
Chest. As always, no money is being made for this.
Summary : Really hated what happened to Imhotep at the end of TMR. And this sort came from it. The
story takes place in the future and is about a love that spans time itself.
Feedback : Always welcome, the good, the bad, the ugly. You can’t bleed any more than some of my
friends have on it. And unlike some I take the bad feedback too and don't claim to be flamed. The only
way to learn.
Prelude
Hamunaptra- 1290 B.C
We are the Med-jai, protectors of the Pharaohs, for years we have guarded them from harm. Until
one night, we failed when individuals closest to Pharaoh Seti killed him. His intended wife,
Anck-su-namun, had her heart removed in addition to her other organs for killing Pharaoh Seti.
Imhotep’s priests were buried alive for their part in the events. High Priest Imhotep was sentenced
to a life as one of the undead using the hom dai, for his role in Seti’s death and for defying the
gods in his attempt to raise his lover.
After this terrible event, the Med-jai also took on the duty to make sure “He Who Shall Not Be
Named” would never be awakened. The curse of the hom dai was the worse curse to be placed on
someone. It was written that if he ever awoke, he would have incredible powers and bring the Ten
Plagues of Egypt down upon us all. All traces of Imhotep were removed and his writings were
buried in an unrecorded location.
We continued to protect the Pharaohs until Egypt fell and will continue to protect Hamunaptra,
City of the Dead. We will prevent anyone one from raising him with our lives.
Desert outside of Luxor- 1934
I am Ardeth Bay, chieftain to the twelve tribes of the Med-jai. For thousands of years we have
protected Hamunaptra, City of the Dead, from all those who would attempt to find the city and
possibly raise “He Who Shall Not Be Named”. We succeeded until this century, when not one, but
two attempts were made, both successful. People of these times don’t believe in the curses placed
on our ancestral tombs. But only one had ever been cursed using the hom dai.
Luckily, we succeeded in stopping him before great harm could be done. Though we lost many
Med-jai warriors to the Army of Anubis in the last battle, Imhotep no longer lies in his City of the
Dead with his mummy defenders. Now, he rests below the sands of Ahm Shere, where we hope he
shall remain for all of time.
Temple of Isis- Blue Nile 2050 A.D.
I am Devi- The Golden One and High Priestess of the Temple of Isis. Also known as Deviya
Marakayamola-Golden Gift of the Gods. The year is 2050 and for thousands of years my people
have fought to prevent the rising of Imhotep. The only successful attempts had been made in the
first part of the Twentieth Century. Thankfully, the Med-jai were able to stop him before great
harm could be done. Bless Isis for that.
In the past forty years, more and more attempts have been made to raise “The Bringer of Death”
or obtain the Black Book of the Dead. We, the Med-jai, have watched to make sure none would
raise Imhotep, while the Temple of Isis has been collecting any document that mentions him and
any esoteric books that could be used to raise him. Now, with the anniversary of the last successful
attempt to resurrect him approaching, the Med-jai are on high alert.
Isis has selected me as her Chosen One and I have taken the Elixir of the Gods. Why she granted
me immortality, I do not know but for what ever her reasons, it can only be in the best interest of
my people whom I serve.
I am tired of the death this curse has brought my people and how many of us could not fulfill our
personal dreams because we were tied to our promise to protect the world from Imhotep.
Sometimes it is hard to imagine the effect one man has had on an entire group of people for close
to four thousand years.
How much longer do my people have to give up our dreams to fulfill our duty? How much longer
do we have to live like nomads whose only real advancement we have made beyond basic survival
are in fighting and weapons? When will we be able to move beyond the desert and join the world?