Thebes, City of the Living. Crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti I. Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh's high priest, keeper of the dead; birthplace of Ammon-The-Golden-Flower, Pharaoh's lover. No other man or woman was allowed to touch him.
Ammon-The-Golden-Flower was said to have been born from his Egyptian mother and The Exalted Ra, the deity of the Sun. Ammon was born with beautiful blue eyes and golden hair.
When Pharaoh Seti I saw him, he knew that he will have him. Since the day Ammon was born he was groom to be the Pharaoh's lover. He was given everything and was pampered.
No one is allowed to touch him, even the Pharaoh's legal wife dare not to touch Ammon for fear of her husband and the Gods.
For Ammon was the living God his beauty and form is of divinity.
But his heart… Ammon's heart for all eternity belongs to his secret lover… Imhotep.
Imhotep who takes care of Ammon's injury whenever the Pharaoh exceeds his lovemaking. Imhotep heals all Ammon's injury, bruises and pains… It was Imhotep that taught Ammon the gentleness of a touch, the beauty of a smile and the sweet embrace of a lover.
And with their simple and short encounter - they formed a beautiful yet forbidden love.
But for the love - they were willing to risk life itself.
Ammon killed himself to show defiance and to prove that Pharaoh Seti I may have his body but never his heart and soul.
To resurrect Ammon, Imhotep and his priests broke into his crypt and stole his body.
They raced deep into the desert, taking Ammon's corpse to Hammunaptra, City of the Dead, ancient burial site for the sons of pharaohs, and resting place for the wealth of Egypt.
For his love, Imhotep dared the gods' anger by going deep into the city, where he took the Black Book of the Dead from its holy resting place.
Ammon's soul had been sent to the dark Underworld, his vital organs removed and placed in five sacred canopic jars. Ammon's soul had come back from the dead. But Pharaoh's bodyguards had followed Imhotep and stopped him before the ritual could be completed.
Imhotep's priests were condemned to be mummified alive. As for Imhotep, he was condemned to endure the Hom Dai, the worst of all ancient curses. One so horrible it had never before been bestowed. He was to remain sealed inside his sarcophagus, the undead for all eternity.
The Medjai would never allow him to be released. For he would arise a walking disease, a plague upon mankind, an unholy flesh-eater with the strength of the ages, power over the sands, and the glory of invincibility.
For 3,000 years men and armies fought over this city not knowing what evil lay beneath it; and for 3,000 years we, the Medjai, the descendants of Pharaoh's sacred bodyguards, kept watch.
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Pete closes the book he was reading and looks at Tin.
Tin raises his eyebrow, ‘So?'
‘So?! I mean isn't this amazing?'
Tin rolled his eyes and flip the pages of his own book ignoring his best friends dreamy look. ‘Amazing? That what? Even the great Pharaoh can get gay? Well, any man can get hard if the description of Ammon is accurate.'
‘No dummy! Imhotep and Ammon's love story!'
‘It's a cursed love. And that story is full of loopholes.'
‘What loopholes?'
Tin close the book he was reading and look at Pete, ‘For someone smart and a genius like you when it comes to love story even from the crypt you lack braincells.'
‘Tin! Thank you for insulting me and complimenting me. You're the only handsome bastard who can do that at the same time. So now spill – what're the loopholes?'
Tin rolled his eyes once again, ‘One. If I were the Medjai, why the bloody hell will I condemned or perform the Hom Dai to Imhotep? What if the curse was true and some moronic asshole dig up his bones and what – he will have the power of the ages? No way. I'll bury him alive alright.'
‘Tin! We don't know exactly what's the Hom Dai aside from being the worst of all ancient curses-‘
‘Yeah, so if I were the leader of the Medjai, I'll just remove some of his vital organs and let him feel it while being removed and then bury him alive.'
‘You're cruel.'
‘He messes with the Pharaoh's lover. And what the hell is the Book of the Dead? That's Ancient Egypt – there's no way there's a book.'
‘You know for someone with brains and so-called intellect you're a dummy yourself.'
‘How so?'
‘This is Ancient Egypt. If they can build the bloody pyramids then they can create a book as well. The Book of the Dead was said to contain all Ancient Spells, Speech, Incantation and the secret of the pyramids.'
‘And its made of gold.'
‘White gold.'
‘Yeah anyway, why are you bringing up Imhotep's love gay story? Wait, don't tell me that's the reason you're studying Egyptology? Cause if it is – let me smack your head with the book.'
‘Tin~~~'
‘What?! Tell me the reason before I hit you with this book.'
Pete smiles and takes out the locket necklace he was wearing, ‘This is the reason.'
Tin smiles and ruffles Pete's hair. ‘Tin!'
‘You know you're still in love with your parent's love story.'
‘Tin… my father left mom, but every day since he left us, the love in my mother's eyes is still the same. As if dad's departure was predestined.'
Tin put his hand on his chin and look at his best friend, ‘Pete. Your dad was a douchebag who left your mom. Don't romanticize it with delusional crap.'
‘It's not delusional Tin. Mom's eyes still sparkle when I talked about Dad.'
Tin shook his head and continued reading his book. Pete pouts and when he saw that Tin wouldn't talk to him anymore, continued to read the book he was reading.
Tin looks at Pete. Pete Pitchaya El Sayed. The Prince of the Department of Archaeology at the University of Cambridge.
The only son of the Famous Family in the Hotel Business and the heir to their empire. Pete is the living Prince Charming as he is the most beautiful man he had ever met. Tin can be described as handsome and muscular while his best friend Pete can be described as a beautiful angelic man.
Pete is beautiful for a man, he is not muscular but petite and tall. Pete has milky white skin, not white skin like him, but of milky smooth white skin that feels so soft to the touch. It's like touching milk and butter. Pete was gifted with a beautiful cupid bow's lips that is red. Pete can rival any girl's lips for he doesn't need any red gloss or rouge, Pete's lips are naturally red. He has soft – very soft silky brown hair that perfectly crowns his head. Pete's style of hair is different from the British and American with a clean cut or sports a suave hair gelled at the back – Pete's naturally soft hair just crown his head so beautifully. Pete told him once that he tried putting his hair like the others but the gel made his head itchy. But what everyone's focus was his eyes. Unlike them with blue, green and grey eyes, Pete's light brown eyes are like of a doe. It's sweet, gentle as if your very soul will be pulled in. Surrounded by long lashes that made Pete looks so divine and beautiful.
Tin knew that not only the girls are after Pete, but so many guys in the different department. The only thing that stops them is him.
He is after all the so-called son of a Gangster/ Mafia. Well, he doesn't deny it nor admit it – he just doesn't care. People in this society will leech you and use you, the only person who ever look at him as a person was Pete.
Pete who has no mean bone in his body. Hell, if angels are real – Pete is the fucking reincarnation of said angels.
Pete is not just beautiful outside but inside as well – he has the purest of heart and kindness to everyone.
Thus he met so many bad people who take advantage of him when he was young, and thus he was always there to protect Pete – making him the bad guy but still its cool for him. As long as he can protect this Little Prince its worth it.
Pete is the only one who ever looks at him and talks to him as Tin. Pete will talk to him and even jokes with him, hell Pete even befriend all his bodyguards that if anyone dares to hurt even a strand on Pete's hair – his whole bodyguards will rain blood on that bastard.
Even his father who was known to the world as the biggest deadliest Mafia Lord can smile and laugh whenever Pete brings him flowers of baked cookies which Pete burnt most of the time.
‘Tin…'
‘Hmm?'
‘I wanna go there.'
‘Where?'
‘Egypt.'
‘Well you have to, you're studying archeology of Egypt right?'
‘No! I mean, yes, but I wanna live there.'
‘I beg your pardon?'
‘I just don't want to go there to dig. I wanna live there for let's say a couple of years to know the culture, the people, the history. I want to be there to learn the ancient civilization and not just vandalize and dig.'
‘Pete, you're graduating soon, where do you wish to work there? You don't even know if they'll hire someone as-‘
‘I'm hired.'
‘What?'
‘Uhm… I send my application weeks ago and I received it an answer this morning. I'm hired as the Archivist per curator.'
‘Where?'
‘The Museum of Egyptian Antiquities.'
‘Bloody hell. How the hell where you able to be accepted? I mean, sure you're a smart and a genius but to be able to be accepted there – you got to have merits and background. You're just a fresh grad if ever.'
‘Actually… I was getting more subjects and I talked to Professor Abraham last time and they release my grades earlier so that I can send the letter. And Professor Kashim and Professor Khalifa and Professor Wellington gave me their letter of recommendation.'
‘Wait… those – you mean to tell me aside from the major subject you took more?'
‘Uhm… see here.'
Pete then slowly with his dainty fingers push the papers to Tin.
‘Egyptian Language, Sumerian Language, Egyptian Archaeology, Egyptian religion, Egyptian Language, a perfect score in Hieroglyphs, Cultural memory, Anthropology, and the hell - you pass Lexicography and Demotic… Tell me Pete are you planning to invade Egypt or be the next Herodotus?'
‘Tin~'
‘What? I'm just saying, the reason you always stayed up all night, the reason that you're always at school even on vacation - you were taking these lessons and here I was thinking that Management Studies and Mathematics is already a drag.'
‘But Tin, you're also taking Natural Science and some Akkadian subjects.'
‘Yeah because I like to be challenged, unlike you – you do it cause you wanted it and you work hard.'
There was silence. Tin looked again at the grades of Pete and he was impressed, really really impressed. And the professor who gave these letters of recommendation is not an ordinary professor. They are the backbone of the university and to even give a recommendation is like asking the president to sign an autograph while inside the white house when there's a world war meeting. That's how hard it is to get those signatures.
But Pete did all that. The grades are given not because of surname or family names and reputation – the professors in Cambridge are hardcore I will whoop the word ABC in your brains for good and will never be swayed. To get those grades, one must work hard – harder than anyone. Harder than the professors themselves.
‘Congratulations Pete. I'm really really proud of you. When are you planning to leave?'
‘Five months from now. After graduation, I will arrange everything first at home and then have my books and other stuff packed and send to Egypt.'.
Pete looks at the note once again.
Meet me. 3rd section. Library. ~Tin.
His brows furrow as this is the first time Tin sent him a note. Occasionally Tin will just find him and doesn't send any note. Or one of his bodyguards will just pop out.
Pete grew worried about Tin he hurriedly went to the library. Only Tin knew about him going to school on Sunday. The professor gave him access to the other research rooms for his studies and he was allowed to go inside the school even on a holiday.
Pete went inside the library.
It was 5 in the afternoon and the sun is about to set. And there were only three main lights inside the library. He switched on the first one and called out, ‘Tin?'
Pete went inside and close the door.
The librarian is out of course as it is a holiday or no school for the students.
He was walking the third row of books when someone grabs him.
‘Got you!'
Slap!
Pete fell down with the hard slap from his attacker.
‘T-Trump?'
‘You bitch! You think you're so high and mighty! Who the hell are you to reject me?!'
Trump grabs Pete's hair and holds his face. Pete's angry eyes glare back at him with so much hate.
‘I told you I don't like you!'
‘Bitch! You like men! I know you do! You kept so close to that bastard mafia son! I'm a decent man! I'm even willing to oppose my parents arrange marriage for you!'
‘And I told you I don't like you! I politely rejected you! I told you to marry anyone and don't bother me! I have never done anything to make you think otherwise!'
‘Then why are you so kind to me!'
‘I am kind to everyone!'
Trump's eyes glare and slap and punch him, ‘You slut! I bet you use your ass to that gangster and his bodyguards! Then why not me! I have been lusting after you and while here I was going crazy, you spread your legs to them!'
‘Damn you! Don't ever think about my friends like that!'
Pete tried to push him but Trump was strong and overpowering him. Trump rips Pete's clothes and was about to bite his chest when someone throws him off and landed a punch that made Trump doubled in the floor.
‘Bastard!' Trump get up and was about to throw a punch when he was kicked hard in the chest and was punched in the face.
Blood ooze from his face and when he tried to get up once again, a hard solid punch knocked him out.
Pete cannot see clearly, the slap and punch had him in pain and his eyes are blurry.
He wanted to open his eyes and stay conscious to fight anyone who will touch him.
Someone then knelt beside him and touch his naked body, he shouted, ‘DON'T TOUCH ME!'
‘Shhh… shhh angel. I won't harm you. No one will harm you now…'
Pete then felt warm clothes wrap his naked upper body and he was held tight while a cold cloth gently caresses his face.
‘Hmmm!' It pains him. It stings.
‘Shhh… I know it hurts, but I need to put this on your face so you can heal much faster. Sorry I arrived late.'
‘W-Who?' Pete was not able to finish his sentence, he felt so much in pain and his consciousness is losing
He heard a deep yet gentle tone, ‘Me? Hmmm… let's just say your Knight little Prince. I thought a damsel was being assaulted, surprised to see a boy. What are you doing here hanging out with that asshole?'
His knight was wiping the blood from his mouth, 'Angel, do you want me to kill the bastard? He really did not hold back.'
‘Hmmm…'
The Knight chuckles and carried him out of the library.
Pete heard noises and shouting but everything was losing… he cannot hear anything anymore… all he knew… the gentle warm arms that carry him and the broad chest that made him feel safe.
And the heartbeat of the Knight.
Calm.
Powerful.
Steady.
'W-who...?' He tried so hard to let the question out.
He has no idea if he was heard, but a whisper in his ear reaches him... warm soft yet firm.
'Ae.'
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TBC
Author’s Note:
First intro ~ The Story of the Lovers ~ was from the movie The Mummy ~ though I have change some things. :) Enjoy reading.
Please be advised/ reminded that ENGLISH is not my natural language but I do try to deliver the story… Please forgive any grammatical error, typo error or any ERROR at all. If you find any error – then feel free to change it in your mind.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of LOVE BY CHANCE.
All rights belong solely to the author MAME and the Director New Siwaj
And neither do I make any money from this story.
Any resemblance to any real people (living, dead, or stolen by fairies), or to any real animals, gods, witches, countries, and events (magical or otherwise) is just blind luck, or so I hope.
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