Greek Runaway

Είκοσι ένα(Twenty One)

3rd Person's POV

-Year 1938-

The Ahkmenrah Exposition has been going on for twenty years with no such luck in any of the spots they've been looking in. They have dug many holes throughout Egypt, by the pyramids. They were looking for The Tomb Of Ahkmenrah because they'd heard there was a great treasure. The Golden Tablet Of Ahkmenrah. It is said to grant life to those who have passed.

The main man in charge of the American part of the joint exposition had brought his son along and had noticed that he was out of the truck.

"Dad! What's up with this wind, Pop?"

"C.J, go wait in the truck." He said to his son.

"I don't want to just wait in the truck," C.J. said hopefully.

"I said go! Windows up!" Robert, C.J's father, said.

On his way back to the truck there appeared to be some part of the earth that was unsteady. And before anyone could react, C.J. fell into the hole. C.J. looked up at the hole he's just created and wiped some of the sand out of his eyes.

"Help!" He called in hopes someone would hear him. "Help!" After figuring no one could hear him he turned on his flashlight and aimed it in a different direction. He saw two sarcophagi, one silver, the other gold.

"C.J? Are you alright?" Robert yelled as he was climbing down the ladder.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" C.J replied. Robert came over laughing excitedly.

"Yes! I looked for the tomb of Ahkmenrah for 20 years, and what do you do? You fall right into it!" He says picking up his son and hugging him.

"Dad, if Ahkmenrah is in one, who is in the other one?" C.J asked as his father went towards them.

"I'm not sure. Amir, start loading the trucks." He ordered.

"Mr. Fredricks...there is no time. The storm is almost upon us." Amir said.

"Then you'd better hurry. Come on. Everybody works." As that was said one of the local men grabbed C.J and pinned him to the wall. "Hey! What's the matter with you?" Robert asked yelling at the man.

"He says, 'If anyone disturbs this tomb...the end will come.'" Amir said translating.

"The end will come." The old local repeated.

"We load the trucks," Robert said. And just like that people were taking items from the tomb and putting them in trucks. Mr. Fredericks placed his hand on the silver sarcophagus. "Who's in here?" He muttered to himself.

Back up on the mainland, Amir who was helping load the trucks placed the Golden Tablet into a box.

"The end will come."

-2 weeks later-

"Before we can send them anywhere we need to know who's in that silver one." A group and Egyptology students muttered to one another. Including Robert Fredricks. They all filed into a room reserved for them to study the sarcophagi.

"We obviously know Ahkmenrah is in the golden one. I say we start with the silver one." Robert said to them. They nodded in agreement and moved the silver one to the top of a table carefully.

"What language is this?" One of them asked the others.

"It's Greek. Why would there be Greek on an ancient Egyptian sarcophagus?"

"I have no clue. Do any of you know Greek?" Mr. Fredricks asked everyone.

"I have a friend who does." A girl said

"Bring them now." He replied and the girl left without another word. While she was gone the team managed to remove the lid of the sarcophaguses and unwrapped the body.

"...the body appears to be female and mid-twenties," A boy a part of the team said. "And by my guesses, she was not raised in Egypt." He said.

"Mr. Fredricks, look, something is wrong with her heart." Another girl said to him. He went over to her and observed it next to her. "It's not a heart attack."

"No, but it is what most likely killed her. I do not know what it is. Do her other organs look okay?"

"Yeah the rest are fine, it's just the heart." She said. He nodded and continued to observe the work of the students around him.

About an hour later the girl from earlier came back in with her friend who can translate Greek. When she returned she was first told about what she had missed. Then it was time for the young man to translate the top of the sarcophagus.

"It is said you know Greek?" Mr. Fredricks said to him.

"I do." He answered.

"Can you translate this please?" The young man nodded and read it.

"Ελληνική τρέξει μακριά, Katalina, μόνο η αγάττη του Ahkmenrah. It means, Greek Runaway, Katalina, Ahkmenrah's only love." One of the other students wrote this down.

"Her name is Katalina and Ahkmenrah loved her. So were they married?"

"From a few of the things down there, there was a chest." One of the students went to the chest and opened it.

"There's a dress in it. It looks as if it could be a wedding dress. It's very old, obviously but it's very beautiful."

"Okay, class. Your assignment for tonight is to try and come up with what you'd expect Miss Katalina to look like. Do some research on ancient Greek times and try to place it together. There are no right or wrong answers. Just educated guesses." With that, Mr. Fredricks released his class and they all left. Then it was silent and Mr. Fredricks was left alone with Katalina's body. "What are you doing that far away from home?" He asked himself and gently placed the lid on top, locked it, and locked the room. Taking the tablet with him.