It had been opened.
She could still sense it. Almost feel them as they dishonored her corpse. Tearing off the wrappings. Stealing the jewels that had been wrapped tight against her body, layer by layer, by the bandages. She had barely reached the judgment of her heart by the Gods when they had come. She could not move. Could not resist. Could only feel what they were doing to her body. By some cruel form of magic, she could sense it. As if it wasn't bad enough, what he had done prior to her death. How he had caused her death.
She had felt herself slipping from the Realm she so longed for. She could not talk. She could not eat. What had they done to her?
Now, so many years later...
It had been opened, again.
She could sense it. That strange magic of before hadn't died out. Had those of before returned to do more damage?
But, no. All she could feel of them was their walking around. Their eyes resting on where her treasures should have been. Going from one room to the next. There wasn't anything left. Nothing worthwhile for them to take.
Nefertari stayed in her silent limbo of sudden animation. She had slipped from the Realm of the Dead, whether by her own devices or the fault of her brother's hired thieves, she wasn't sure. She didn't care. It was a trivial thing compared to the importance of being unable to rest in peace.
They found what they were looking for and left. She didn't know what, for they didn't speak. Likely they had their mouths so covered by masks to protect their fragile lungs from the hundreds, thousands of years of dust accumulating in the nearly deserted tomb.
Once more, the Queen was alone. Stuck in her limbo. She sighed, preparing to sink deeper into her meditation. The only thing she could think of to do in this horrid place.
But there were suddenly words. Words awoke her, again. Words made her aware of a coldness beneath her. On either sides of her. Of the darkness all around her. She felt herself slipping from her limbo, to something else. Something more alive.
Nefertari opened her eyes. She tried to stretch her legs, but something hard prevented her. She tried to raise herself, but she only banged her head on something just as hard. This wasn't limbo. This wasn't even the Realm of the Dead. Where was this?
Just as quickly as she had become confused, the Queen realized where she was. Turning over as much as she could, she used her back hooves, the ones not bent so close to her body, to push at the cover of the coffin. With many mighty kicks, she managed to release herself from her prison, standing up and stretching after so many years of the cramped living conditions. It seemed she had been brought back from the dead. She recalled the priests from the temples talking about a book with the power to do this. It must have been buried with her. This only raised more questions. Why would such a powerful book have been buried with her? Surely it wasn't her brother's intentions. The last thing he would have wanted was his sister back from the dead, able to find his tomb and destroy his corpse like he had ordered done to hers.
But that didn't matter. She could hear footsteps approaching her. Blinking her red eyes, she saw the human men come back into the room, see her standing there in her coffin, and scream. Jumping out of the coffin, she made for them with murderous intend clear in her eyes. It was a lucky thing her tomb held no more treasures. She would have hated to paint them in red. Red was so hard to get out.
With the deed done and no one left to return to warn the rest of the world of the Mummy Queen, Nefertari returned to the safety of her coffin. She was now free to get revenge if she wished. If she could locate his tomb. In order to protect Pharaoh's better from grave robbers, the tombs had been sculptured into the sides of mountains, hidden by the sands of the desert. He could be anywhere. It was clear what she had to do, first. Find others who might know where he was buried and exact her revenge. He had always been a sketchy child. She never felt he was trustworthy. Certainly not her favorite of their siblings. This whole incident only made her see him in a worse light.
Blinking her eyes and snapping her jaws, Nefertari rose once more from her coffin, slowly maneuvering herself out of it. There she stood, a terrifying sight to behold anyone who entered the tomb.
"Oh, dear brother of mine. It is due time we were reunited."
