Risen

Where am I?

A pair of brown eyes opened in the darkness and a thin chest trembled as its owner took his first breath in hundreds of years. His lungs burned with the effort and unusual sensation of breathing again.

Smenkhkare stood, legs trembling, and, for a moment, they would not support the tall bandaged figure. He extended a hand in front of him and, very quickly, it encountered some sort of barrier. He felt at it for a moment before making a fist and breaking apart whatever the thing was made of. It made a shattering sound as it hit the floor, breaking into many many small pieces. Smenkhkare rested a hand on the edge of the broken barrier but winced, yanking his hand away and seeing droplets of blood peeking through the now broken skin. He frowned lightly, managing to limp out of the space he was in.

Looking around the room, he spotted one of his walking sticks. He limped over to where it was and, again, broke the barrier that was keeping him from it. He grabbed it from the remains of the barrier, placing it on the ground and putting his weight on it to ensure it would hold. He nodded his approval when it did but he saw a light on the wall in front of him. He froze, hearing a voice say, "S-stop where you a-are."

"You dare to give orders to a Pharaoh?" Smenkhkare replied, still not moving. "To the king of Memphis? A descendant of the mighty sun god Ra?"

"Sir, you're just not supposed to be here," the voice said, no longer trembling as it had been before. "The museum is closed."

Smenkhkare turned around to see a young woman with long dirty blond hair and a pair of large round glasses.

"W-Who are you?" she asked, clearly frightened of the imposing figure in front of her. Even with the walking stick, he looked as if it would be no trouble at all for him to overpower her.

"I am Smenkhkare," he said. "Pharaoh of Egypt."

"Sir. I-I think you may have hit your head. Pharaohs haven't ruled Egypt for hundreds of years," the woman said, raising her hands to show that she had no weapons. "My name is Anna Marie. I'm a curator at the museum. I'll lead you out, okay?"

"Lead me out?" Smenkhkare asked. "Lead me out where?"

"Out of the museum, but I'll need to have that cane and you'll need to tell me where you've hidden the mummy," Anna Marie said, pointing to the empty case where the glass had been shattered.

"I haven't hidden it anywhere and this is MY walking staff. You will not, as you say, have it," Smenkhkare replied, tightening his grip on the staff possessively.

"Sir. I don't think you're quite thinking clearly. I need you to come with me," Anna Marie said, doing her best not to let fear get the best of her. Smenkhkare shook his head.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said. "Until you answer a few questions."

Anna Marie sighed. That was good. She was making some progress. "Alright, what are your questions?"

"Firstly, where am I?" Smenkhkare asked.

Okay. That was an easy question. "San Diego. San Diego, California," Anna Marie replied.

"And what year is it?" Smenkhkare questioned, leaning heavily on his walking stick.

"2015," Anna Marie replied.

"Of Horus?"

"What?" Anna Marie asked, very confused by the strange question.

"The two thousand and fifteenth year of Horus?" Smenkhkare clarified.

"Um, I guess," Anna Marie replied.

"Either it is or it is not," Smenkhkare chided. "Which is it?"

"Um, I'm not sure what a year of Horus is," Anna Marie said nervously.