The Pharaoh's Soul

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Ch. XXIX The Pharaoh's Soul

My dad logged off promising to dig a little and email me whatever he found. It felt great to have my dad in my corner.

Stretching out. I walked over to the hotel menus, thankful they offered room service.

I called the front desk, and placed my order. While I was waiting, I figured now was as good a time as any, to take a shower.

I trudged over to my clothes and picked out yet another oversized shirt and shorts, I’d packed quite a few pairs of sleeping clothes, but I knew I’d need to take them to the hotel’s laundry mat and soon.

I dug a little deeper into my bag, before pulling out a shower cap, and my towel.

Normally, I would wear my bed clothes for about a week, but considering all the sleeping I’ve been doing, I was bound to have sweated out my bed clothes by now.

I dragged my body into the bathroom, then proceeded to drop my clothes, and turn the water on. Stepping into the shower, I stayed at the farther end of the tub, I waited for the water to get warm enough for me to enjoy.

I washed my body, humming slightly to myself. My dad was now helping, my mum was having a baby and my best friends were kinda in the loop. Right now in this moment life was perfect.

I was stepping out the shower when a knock at the door stole my attention. I moved over to the door, pulling my shower cap off as I went, I opened the bathroom door and walked out into the room.

“Room service.” Came a voice, I cocked an eyebrow; they were fast.

“Just a minute!” I called out, there was no way I was was opening the door in a foreign country, in nothing, save for towel.

I pulled the shorts and shirt on, and sighed padding over to the door.

“Hi, thank you so much for-” I stopped talking; I rubbed my eyes, when I determined that my vision was fine, I stared at the confused looking Abasi.

I gasped loudly and pulled both the trolley and the Shaman inside my room.

For a brief second, I looked around me,
just to double check, that I was still absolutely still in the future. I’d have hated to have fallen asleep in the shower.

“Miss, you can’t take-” I, closed the door before the poor guy could finish his sentence. I pulled the food off the trolley opened the door, rolled it out, and promptly closed that door.

I took ten deep breaths, counting as I did so. When I felt calm enough to address the problem, that was currently standing in the middle of my room. I turned around.

“Rebel, did you call me?”

Hearing this, furrowed my eyebrows.

I didn’t think so, not mentally, nor orally.

Abasi kept talking, “I heard your voice call out to me, and I walked to the servants quarters, but no one was there. When I felt myself regain my sanity, I was in this strange, and even stranger clothing.”

I stared at him, giving a soft ‘uh huh’, before I walked over to the food I’d ordered.

“I don’t really understand how I got here, and I-” Abasi looked at me, “are you eating?”

I looked up in mid chew as I savored the pasta in my mouth. I swallowed quickly wiped my hands on the napkin, and cleared my throat all the while vehemently denying what he said, shaking my head.

“No, no I wasn’t eating. I was…” I trailed off, what more could I say?

“You are,” Abasi accused, narrowing his eyes, “you’re eating, while I’m speaking to you.”

I smiled sheepishly, a little embarrassed, by having been caught.

“Abasi, I’m sorry. But it’s been awhile since I’ve eaten. It’s been so long, I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast. So, I’m going to eat and think about how you got here.”

As I spoke, I dipped my fork back down into the pasta, humming happily as I did so, wiggling in my seat, closing my eyes.

I chewed the pasta thoughtfully, before stopping, I opened my eyes; Abasi, was staring at my food.

The glutton in me wanted to move my plate away and hiss out “my precious”, but then I had the revelation, he’s probably never has this type of pasta before. Or at all.

Beckoning him over, I slid my plate in his direction.

“Go ahead,” I said smiling, “try it.”

As Abasi reached for the fork, I felt a fear overcome me and prayed that he wasn’t allergic to anything on my plate.

Abasi finally took a bite and smiled, letting his eyes flutter shut.

I grinned manically. I knew just how good the pasta was.

“I’m glad you like it. Now then, tell me; what’s the very last thing you remember?”

Abasi swallowed, and blinked, “I was standing in the servants quarters.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “And after that?” I asked

There’s no way he just appeared in a the middle of the hotel lobby, he had to have seen something.

Abasi's eyes squinted as he tried to remember. Then suddenly his eyes snapped to mine.

“I saw, a tapestry, of my pharaoh and his queen.”

A tapestry? Of Ambrose and Circe?

The only place he could see that, would be at… the museum.

“I think, I have a theory on how you got here.” I said softly, “and I don’t think you’re going to like it.” I admitted biting my lip.

Abasi looked at me with concerned eyes, and it did nothing to ease my mounting suspicions.

I apologize for how long it took to get this chapter up my computer, crashed and I had to transfer all my chapters over, and then I realized I had to use my phone to update and I just lost a lot of motivation.


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