The Pharaoh Abuhanten

For centuries, the mummy of Pharaoh Abuhanten lay undisturbed in its sarcophagus. His discovery heralded a new era of affection for the ancient land of Egypt. Now it was placed with loving care within the Cairo museum. Unbeknownst to the modern world, the positioning of celestial bodies in the summer sky signaled a great cosmic event. Particularly a rare alignment of planets, that would have a profound effect on the ancient Egyptian magic that bound the pharaoh to his slumber. As the planets gradually moved into alignment, the gravitational pull exerted an unseen force on the artifacts in the museum. In the heart of the exhibit hall, the Pharaoh’s sarcophagus stood as the focal point. He was encircled by an array of his ancient treasures and belongings. His tomb was filled with untold riches, unimaginable wealth and all the splendor of ancient royalty. Now it was all neatly cataloged and placed within glass cases. Positioned with solemn reverence the imposing figure of Pharaoh Abuhanten’s sarcophagus served as a silent sentinel guarding the remnants of a bygone era.

As the planets continually moved into alignment, their gravitational forces exerted an unseen pressure on the antiquities. The plexiglass in the skylights experienced a slight vibration as some artifacts began to emit a soft hum. The energies of the cosmos, mingling with the residual magic of the ancient rites and rituals, began to stir the dormant spirit of the pharaoh. With each passing moment, the alignment intensified, creating a pulsing energy. The humming became a soft purr while the smell of ozone wafted through the museum. As the planets reached their precise alignment, a powerful surge of magic swept through the sarcophagus, breaking the centuries old enchantment that bound him to his eternal rest.

Pharaoh Abuhanten’s eyes sprang open as a wave of ancient knowledge came flooding back into his consciousness. Through the hazy fog of centuries past, a profound sense of urgency gripped his heart. He remembered the prophecy, whispered by the ancient priests of his court. It foretold a time that he would awaken and reclaim his kingdom. But this awakening came with a strict stipulation, a narrow window of opportunity. The sacred texts contained the incantations to summon his loyal warriors from the depths of the afterlife. Once his royal guard was resurrected, the Pharaoh would be unstoppable. He would be immortal. Yet, its whereabouts had been lost to time, buried beneath forgotten history. Now with only a few hours granted to him by the cosmos, Pharaoh Abuhanten knew that every passing moment brought him closer to oblivion. He had to act quickly to find the spell. For once the alignment shifted the veil between worlds would thicken and he would be consumed by darkness once more.

With determination coursing through his resurrected veins, his first directive was clear. He needed to arm himself. Guided by instinct, he navigated the labyrinth of corridors in the museum. He could feel his armor pulling him toward it, like a lover beckoning him. His gaze was fixed upon the ancient artifacts that once adorned his personal palace and tomb. Amidst the shadowed alcoves and dimly lit displays, he spotted the glint of polished metal. The very thing he had been searching for; his ceremonial armor and his beloved sword. These were symbols of his sovereignty in life and his prowess in death. Closing his hand around the hilt of his sword, he felt the familiar weight of power and authority. Sand and dust fell out of his mouth as a dry, cracked smile crept across his face. He smashed his hand through the glass case containing his prize. He began to put on his armor, memories of comrades past came fooding into his mind. Now with each piece in place, and his sword by his side, Pharaoh Abuhanten stood tall as he looked at his reflection in another display case. He gently placed his hand on the glass of the case, it housed his wife’s ceremonial armor. He bowed his head remembering her in life. Her striking green eyes filled his psyche and memories of her voice filled his head. He knew that he would resurrect his love once he found the book. Not only was she a fair and just ruler by his side but she was also a fierce warrior that had fought beside her husband during conquering raids. He needed her.

With a deft flick of his sword, Pharoah Abuhanten traced intricate hieroglyphs upon the museum floor. Deep gouges in the marble channeled the ancient magic that flowed through his veins. The symbols shimmered, forming a mystical sigil that pulsed with otherworldly energy. The light was a guide to the redemption that he sought. Following the illuminated path before him, he moved with purpose. His footsteps echoed through the abandoned museum. Each twist and turn of the hallways brought him closer to the room that housed the coveted book. It was the key to his resurrection, his reign and his destiny.

At last he reached the inner sanctum, a chamber veiled in shadows and ancient secrets. With a solemn reverence, the pharaoh approached the ornate pedestal on which the book rested. Its pages were bound in ancient leather and inscribed in gold. Its antiquated sheets were brittle yet filled with wisdom lost to the ages. He opened the book, a chorus of voices sang out and echoed through the museum. The words on the pages seemed to come alive and whisper to him. The air crackled and sparked with forbidden energy as Abuhanten read from the pages aloud. Lightning lashed the cloudless sky as static electricity buzzed through the air. The very fabric of reality was bending at his will. Energy waves pulsed out from him. Through the power of the spell that was written within the ancient pages, he would raise his army from the depths of the underworld. It would secure his domain over the mortal realm.

With the spell uttered and the ritual complete, Pharoah Abuhanten felt the rush of power begin to course through his veins. It would bind him to the mortal plane where he would rule for eternity. As the spell echoed through the silent hallways and faded into the darkness, the museum trembled and buckled with the awakening of his loyal guard. Large pieces of marble fell to the floor smashing into display cases, pieces of history went sprawling across the floor. The Pharaoh let out a guttural, primal scream that caused the remaining glass display cases to shatter. His royal guard was now fully resurrected. They were all faithful and ready to march at his command, helping to fulfill his destiny as the immortal ruler of the land.

∼ Kathleen McCluskey