Sister (Mummy Fanfiction)

Chapter One

(Disclaimer- I own nothing expect for Aaliyah Elizabeth Massari. Please leave a review on this story please. I'll add a poll at the end. I also deeply apologize to those who know Arabic if I got the translations wrong. Just bare with me, I looked it up and if it's wrong, please let me know, so I can fix it.)

"Baba, no, please don't leave me!" I cried after other warriors brought him back to camp. Mama and the others tried to keep me away, but my father had asked for me. Baba groaned and clutched his side as he reached out for me. I walked closer to him as he took off his bloody gloves and held my hands in his.

"Aaliyah, my darling daughter. If Allah tells me it's my time to go, then I must." He said, taking his thumb and wiping my tears away. "You be good for your Mama now, you hear?" Baba asked. I nodded. "Na'am Ab." I said quietly. "Good girl. I love you Aaliyah, don't you ever forget that, and I'll always be watching over you." He said. "I love you too Baba." I said, my tears starting up again.

My father then looked up at the ceiling. "Allahumm-aghfir li, warhamni." Father whispered. "Allahu Akbar." He said, before taking his last breath and closing his eyes. "BABA!" I screamed, yelling and crying. Mama came over to me and gathering me into her arms and held me.

-Present Day-

I woke up with a start and sighed at that memory. I hated reliving my father's death. I was only 7 years old when he died and I was a total daddy's girl. I am 24 years old now and it'd been 17 years since my father's death and it still haunted me.

My mother took me and left our tribe after my father's funeral. I am from the smallest of the 12 tribes of the Medjai, and when I was born, I was betrothed to the Medjai Chieftain's son, but I supposed that was off when my mother took me away.

I changed into a pair of tan pants and sighed, looking down at my tattooed arms of the symbols of the Medjai. One was the traditional Medjai symbol (and I was surprised to learn that my half-brother had it, but I never told him anything about it, as I didn't like to bring my past up), one was of the symbol of my particular tribe (as each tribe had their own symbol) and another was one that marked me as a commander's daughter. I shook my head as I pulled a black long sleeved shirt on.

Later that night, I opened my door after hearing a knock to find my older half-brother, Rick standing there. "Allah almighty. Richard O'Connell, were the heck have you been? I haven't seen you in three years." I said. I pulled my brother into the house and closed the door. I've known pretty much my whole life that he was my brother. My mother never hid the fact that she had an older son from me, and she sometimes took me to Cairo to visit him.

He had cuts and fading bruises on his face and arms and his hair was long and shaggy and he had facial hair as well. "Well, I have been in the Cairo prison for the past few months." He stated. I raised an eyebrow. "Do I even want to know?" I asked. "According to them, I had a little bit too much fun." He said, knowing that I would know that I didn't want to know.

"Yeah, I think I can tell. You look really rough. The bathroom is down the hall, please, get cleaned up." I said. "I put a few things in there that you would need. For some reason, I've always thought that something like this may happen." I said as an afterthought, giving my brother a teasing smile.

"Oh very funny Aaliyah." Rick said, rolling his eyes, shutting the bathroom door behind him, and I couldn't help but laugh. My mom was out, so I was left to defend for myself for supper, and I was in the middle of preparing it when my brother had arrived. Well, I thought, at least he doesn't hate tomatoes, but then again, he probably doesn't care. I reached into the cabinet and got out two bowls.

I poured the tomato soup into the bowls and sprinkled basil on both and put a little cheese on mine and left it out on the table in case my brother wanted cheese. The sun started going down, so I walked back to the living room and cut the lamps on. My brother then walked out of the bathroom. He was now cleaned, shaven and had cut his hair. He looked so much better now. "Now I recognize you as my brother." I said, teasing him again.

He rolled his eyes at me again, but he had a smile on his face. I was his annoying little sister, but he had no choice but to love me. He gave me a hug. "It's good to see you Aaliyah, it really is and thanks for this." He said. I hugged him back. "It's no problem Rick, you're my older brother, really." I said, but I understood where he was coming from. I was the only family that he had left, he doesn't really count our mother, as she never raised him.

"I have a favor to ask of you." He said, after taking a few bites of the soup, he was watching my face closely, anticipating my reaction. "Yeah, what?" I asked. "A woman saved my life at the prison in exchange of me leading her and her brother to Hamunaptra." He said. My eyes widen, as kids, everyone in all the villages/tribes were taught the story of Imhotep and Hamunaptra, and it wasn't good. Most people didn't know about Imhotep, thinking it was a myth, and a lot of people had lost their lives looking for it, and my tribe and the other 11 were sworn from manhood (for those that choose to become warriors) to make sure that no one EVER came near that place. Some of the warriors often lost their lives defending it, like my father did.

I shook my head. "Rick, are you sure?" I asked. He knew that I knew of this place, I had simply told him that my tribe knew of it, but he never pressed me any more on it, because he knew I didn't like talking about my past and he respected that. "Yes, I want you to come with me, just to make sure nothing happens. I have to take her there, she saved my life." He said. I nodded. "I will come, but just know this, I won't lead them to anything. It goes against everything I was raised and taught." I said. He nodded. "Of course, I'm not asking you to. I'm just asking you to come." He said.

"When do we leave?" I asked. "In the morning." He told me. After supper, he helped me to clean the kitchen and then he went off to his room/guest room. I had always kept his stuff in there, because whenever he was here, he stayed with mom and me. I headed to my bedroom and grabbed out my messenger bag and only packed two changes of clothes, my medical kit (as there is no telling with my brother), some of my daggers, paper and pens, a book and a few other stuff. Then I went to bed, to get some rest before the trip that was upcoming tomorrow.

((Translations:

Allahumm-aghfir li, warhamni: O' Allah! Forgive me, have mercy on me.

*I looked it up and chose this one, because I though it was fitting, due because the Medjai had to kill people in order to stop anyone from reaching Hamunaptra and/or discovering Imhotep*

Allahu Akbar: Allah is great))