The Akhemkare Curse - Part One

The air shimmered with heat as Ms. Marlowe and her team of five-Time Sleuths—Emma, Sam, Jake, Ben, and Lily—emerged from the swirling vortex onto the scorching Egyptian sands. The abrupt transition from their previous cold classroom to the intense heat of the desert left them momentarily disoriented. In the distance, the sprawling city of Cairo lay like a mirage against the horizon.

The Tomb of Pharaoh Akhemkare loomed ominously against the golden backdrop of the Egyptian desert. Unlike the more famous pyramids, this structure was smaller, with a uniquely steep angle and intricate carvings that hinted at its ancient origins.

The stone exterior, weathered by centuries of sandstorms, bore faint hieroglyphs that spoke of the pharaoh's forgotten reign. Surrounding the pyramid, the sands seemed almost alive, whispering tales of the past as the wind sculpted shifting dunes around the sacred site.

There were tents and equipment scattered about the dig site. Makeshift tables held delicate artifacts, carefully unearthed and meticulously cataloged. Dusty crates were filled with pottery shards, ancient tools, and fragments of long-buried statues. A canvas awning protected the workers from the heat of the sun.

Nearby, a series of deep trenches and excavated corridors led into the bowels of the pyramid, revealing a labyrinthine of passageways and chambers that promised both untold treasures and unforeseen dangers.

Ms. Marlowe, ever composed, quickly gathered her bearings. She brushed off the sand from her attire and adjusted her wide-brimmed hat to shield herself from the relentless sun.

"Sweet! I never thought a predictable school excursion would lead us here," Ben squinted in the harsh sun, taking in the surrounding landscape. "A long lost ancient finally discovered from artifacts donated by some old boy that recently kicked the bucket."

"Thank you, Benjamin, for that introduction." Ms. Marlowe said, as if he had stolen her thunder. "Class! Welcome to Egypt! Early twentieth century," Ms. Marlowe announced, her voice a mix of excitement and trepidation. "This is the final resting place for Pharaoh Akhemkare, a little-known ruler whose reign was marked by efforts to unify and strengthen Egypt's borders against invaders. It was said, that Akhemkare possessed profound wisdom and mystical knowledge, which he safeguarded within his tomb."

Emma wore a practical, yet stylish ensemble suited for the harsh desert climate. She had on a lightweight khaki shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, paired with sturdy cargo pants. Her wide-brimmed hat, adorned with a colorful scarf, shielded her fair skin from the sun. Sensible hiking boots completed her outfit, and a leather satchel hung across her shoulder containing her notebook.

Jake was dressed in a simple linen shirt and loose, breathable trousers. His shirt was a light shade of beige to reflect the sun's rays, and he wore a well-worn fedora that gave him a slightly adventurous air. His boots were scuffed but reliable, and he carried a small backpack containing water, snacks, and a basic first aid kit.

Sam opted for a more modern approach. He wore a moisture-wicking t-shirt in a dark olive hue and cargo shorts with plenty of pockets for his gadgets. A lightweight windbreaker was tied around his waist, and a baseball cap with a reflective visor sat atop his head. His sturdy sneakers were ideal for the rugged terrain.

Ben stood out with his eccentric fashion choices, embracing a style that was uniquely his own. He wore a bright, patterned Hawaiian shirt, unbuttoned over a graphic tee featuring an obscure band logo, a nod to his eclectic tastes. His trousers were a mismatched pair of cargo shorts and suspenders, patched together in various colors and patterns, showcasing his disregard for conventional fashion norms. A pair of mismatched socks peeked out from his rugged hiking boots, one neon green and the other bright pink. What stood out the most was the Dame Edna style sunglasses that he wore.

Lily, the vibrant and creative spirit of the group, wore an outfit that balanced practicality with her unique artistic flair. She donned a lightweight, loose-fitting blouse in a vibrant turquoise hue, which stood out against the desert backdrop. The blouse had delicate embroidery around the neckline, reflecting her love for intricate details. Paired with this were comfortable, wide-legged linen pants in a sandy beige color, allowing for ease of movement and breathability in the hot climate.

Her accessories included a colorful, patterned scarf tied around her head, to protect her from the sun and to add a touch of personal style. Lily also wore sturdy but stylish ankle boots, perfect for navigating the uneven terrain of the dig site. Over one shoulder, she carried a satchel containing her sketch pad, pencils and a torch.

Ms. Marlowe frowned, as she took in the site. No movement. "I think it is wise for me to introduce myself to the archeological team." How strange!

Ms. Marlowe sauntered off to introduce herself to the team. She was headed for a large tent on the outskirts. She made them all stay put but Jake was not one for staying put. He followed at a discreet distance.

The others sat under the awning to wait. Lily was sketching the artifacts while Ben wondered if they were worth anything. Emma sat away unusually subdued, a hint of embarrassment.

Sam sighed, the tension emanating from her needed to be nipped in the butt, "Hey bro! You're not still worried about what happened?" He sighed when she didn't respond, "Hey! At least, you didn't fart! It was just a little drool on my shoulder."

"Ducks!" She smirked, "I'd rather have farted. I was so mortified when Kenny Ellis started to tease us."

"It's a pity he fell down those bus steps like that," Sam smirked. "He always was a clumsy clod-hopper."

Meanwhile, Lily ventured into the shadowy interior of the pyramid with a mix of awe and determination, her sketchbook clutched tightly under one arm. The dim light from her torch flickered against the walls, revealing an array of ancient hieroglyphics that danced across the stone like whispers from the past.

Her artist’s eye was captivated by the intricate patterns and vivid scenes that depicted the life and times of Pharaoh Akhemkare. As she carefully sketched the symbols, her excitement grew—these hieroglyphics held secrets and stories waiting to be uncovered.

Ms. Marlowe’s heart raced as she pushed aside the flap of the tent, only to be met with a chilling sight. Inside, the lifeless body of one of the archaeologists lay sprawled on the ground, his face contorted in an expression of terror, while another one lay on a cot bed, writhing in death.

Strange, iridescent beetles, their carapaces glistening in the dim light, were swarming over them, feasting on the remnants of their flesh. The sight was both grotesque and surreal, the beetles moving with a disturbing, methodical precision.

Jake arrived moments later; his face paled even more as he took in the grim spectacle. “What on earth...” he murmured, his voice trailing off as he stepped closer. The beetles continued their horrific feast, indifferent to his presence, “This... this is enough to bring up everything I have ever eaten."

"I told you all to wait for me," Ms. Marlowe sighed, "Jake, you really do need to actively listen when I am speaking."

"Not the first time a teacher has said that to me," Jake replied.

"This all seems to be for show," Ms. Marlowe nodded, her expression steely with resolve despite the gruesome discovery. “Beetles don't usually amass in this quantity unless in a film script. This is likely to perpetuate that silly curse."

"A curse! Like voodoo and stuff?"

"Voodoo is a different matter entirely," The teacher continued on, as she examined the offerings in the tent. "A curse is usually the stuff of mankind not a calling card from the ancients." She turned to face him, a mischievous smirk on her face, "But I am always open to be proving incorrect."

Ms. Marlowe ushered him from the tent. Jake pointed at something approaching them in the distance.

The sound of a rumbling T Model Ford disrupted the eerie silence at the dig site, its dusty tires kicking up a cloud of sand as it came to a stop. The vehicle’s door swung open, revealing a tall man with a commanding presence.

Dressed in a tailored khaki suit and a wide-brimmed hat, he exuded an air of both authority and charisma. Ms. Marlowe and her students watched with curiosity as he stepped out, his sharp blue eyes scanning the scene with a mixture of intrigue and concern.

He introduced himself as Jonathan Hargroves, an esteemed investigator from the Institute for Paranormal Anomalies in England. “There were reports of a cursed site. I’ve been sent to assess the situation and determine what we’re really dealing with here.” he said, his voice rich and smooth with a hint of a British accent. "Apparently the embassy has lost contact with the team. Are you the team?"

"I'm Ms. Marlowe and these are my students," The woman said, "We're on a little excursion."

As she spoke, his gaze met Ms. Marlowe’s, and there was an immediate, unmistakable spark between them. The connection was electric, their mutual recognition of each other's presence almost palpable. Ms. Marlowe offered a warm smile, her professional demeanor momentarily giving way to an intriguing glimmer of personal interest.

“Ms. Marlowe." As Jonathan Hargroves extended his hand in greeting, the brief touch lingered, and an unspoken understanding seemed to pass between them. "You are indeed a rare gem to be found in this harsh landscape."

"I call bull shit!" Jake snickered.

"Come, Mr. Hargroves," The teacher took his arm giving Jake a disapproving glance, "I think you'll find this most interesting."

"I bet he does," Jake smirked, sarcastically.

Ms. Marlowe led he man into the tent while everyone else smirked.

Inside the pyramid, Lily was still engrossed in her work when she felt the ground shifted ominously. A hidden trapdoor gave way. She dropped into empty air. She reached out grabbing onto the edge of the trap door with one hand while the other pressed the sketch pad to her body. She looked down as her torch fell into the abyss.

Her heart pounded in her chest; her usual anxieties heightened before someone reached down to grab her wrist. She was pulled to safety by Ben.

Lily, shaken but unharmed, looked up at Ben with gratitude. “Thank you, lovely. I didn’t see the trap.”

Ben hated any sort of praise so deflected by admiring her top, "That's a wicked top! Can I borrow it sometime?" He took her by the arm leading her away from the pit, "I think it is best to admire one of the newly discovered wonders of the ancient world from the outside."

When Ms. Marlowe and Mr. Hargroves returned from the tent, Lily was already sharing her discoveries from inside the pyramid.

Lily's hands still trembled slightly as she laid out her sketches. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and determination. “These hieroglyphics detail a curse,” she explained, pointing to the intricate symbols. “The inscriptions speak of a powerful curse meant to protect the tomb from desecration."

Sam took a moment to reflect, his gaze distant as he considered the significance of the pyramid. “You know,” he began, his voice carrying a tone of reverence, “these pyramids remind me a lot of sacred sites back home. These pyramids are more than just old stones—they’re deeply connected to the people who built them and their spiritual beliefs.” He paused, letting the gravity of his words sink in. “We have sacred places that we don’t disturb, because tampering with them can bring about consequences we’re not prepared for. It’s the same here. This tomb isn’t just a piece of history; it’s a place that was meant to be left undisturbed. We don't belong here. No one does."

His comparison highlighted the profound respect he felt for both his heritage and the ancient Egyptian traditions, serving as a sobering reminder of the delicate balance they were navigating.

"I agree with the little darkie," Mr. Hargroves said, impressed, until he saw the twin volcanos burst forth in Sam's eyes. "Hey! I meant no offence!"

Sam clenched his fists ready to use them, "Well you did any way."

Ms. Marlow stepped between them, "I'm afraid that this gentleman's attitude is common in this time." She walked her student away from him, "One of the perils of walking through the past."

"Look! I'm sorry at any offence," The man said, "I would be happy to provide food and lodgings as compensation."

"But we're not staying! I can't!" Jake piped, looking concerned. "I've got to get home. I have a date tonight...Alex will kill me if I am late."

Ms. Marlowe turned, a mischievous look in her eyes, "We could spend a week here and the vortex would still get you home in time for your date." Her forehead furrowed slightly, "But I can never ever take you back before we actually left...oh no...I really have patience for only one Jake at a time."

Jonathan Hargroves drove them back to the embassy in the beaten-up T Model Ford, the vehicle bumping along the dusty roads as they left the dig site behind.

He leant over to her, "You're the mystery woman, aren't you?" The woman gave him a knowing smile, "You and your students assumed my place at The Grand Orpheum Opera House." He smiled, "And then you all just vanished before I arrived. Everything sorted except for the bill."

*To find out about that adventure check out the blog - Unveiling the Phantom of the Opera house.

Ms. Marlowe glanced at her students in the back, "I believe in a well-rounded education for my pupils."

The car finally came to a halt in front of the stately embassy building, its grandeur providing a stark contrast to the chaos they had just left behind.

Inside, the cool air of the embassy was a welcome relief from the sweltering heat outside. Jonathan guided them through the elegant hallways to the guest quarters.

“Please, make yourselves comfortable,” he said. “I’ll arrange for some food to be brought up shortly. You all deserve a proper meal and a chance to freshen up after the long day.”

It wasn't long before servants brought clothing apparel for the group. Ms. Marlowe declined the offer.

The students eagerly changed into the light; breathable garments designed for the Egyptian climate. The transformation was striking, and the group looked notably more relaxed and at ease as they emerged from their rooms. The sun continued to set, casting a soft, ambient light over the embassy grounds.

Ms. Marlowe took her students to an open window and made them take a good look outside. This is what her lessons were all about

The cityscape stretched out before them, bathed in a warm, amber glow. The bustling streets, alive with the movement, seemed to slow as the evening approached. The distant minarets and domes of mosques cast elongated shadows across the rooftops, their silhouettes stark against the vibrant sky. The golden light illuminated the intricate patterns of the city’s architecture, highlighting the historic charm of early 20th-century Cairo.

The air was filled with a gentle breeze, carrying the distant sounds of the city’s lively markets and the soft, melodious call to prayer. As they stood in awe, the scene before them felt both timeless and enchanting, a reminder of the rich tapestry of history and culture they were about to explore.

Jonathan, who was overseeing the meal arrangements, nodded in agreement. “Indeed. Cairo is a city of endless wonder. A slight delay in your plans will only add to the flavour of your experiences.”

As the sumptuous feast unfolded in the embassy’s dining room, the rich aromas of roasted lamb, spiced rice, and freshly baked bread filled the air. The group eagerly dug into the meal; their plates piled high with delectable dishes.

An Egyptian servant, discreetly attending to them, lingering near the edge of the room.

Amid the lively chatter and clinking of cutlery, Lily finally spoke up, her excitement palpable as she shared her latest findings, “While I was examining the hieroglyphics more closely,” she began, her voice rising above the hum of conversation, “I discovered something crucial about the curse.” Her eyes sparkled with intensity as she continued. “The inscriptions reveal a way to break the curse. It involves a ceremonial act of restoration—a ritual that must be performed at the site using specific symbols found within the pyramid.” She paused, letting the gravity of her words sink in. “We need to recreate the ritual to appease the spirits and lift the curse.”

As Lily spoke, the servant's eyes, dark and intense, fixed on her as she described the ritual. His demeanor shifting from professional attentiveness to one of palpable unease. He exchanged a glance with another servant who had come to relieve him. The information Lily was sharing seemed to strike a nerve, and it was clear that the servant was not pleased with what he had heard.

As the evening wore on and the sun dipped below the horizon, Emma and Lily retreated to their shared room in the embassy, eager for a quiet moment away from the bustling dining area. The room was a modest sanctuary, adorned with simple furnishings and a large window that offered a view of the city. They chatted animatedly about the day’s discoveries, the excitement of the adventure still fresh in their minds.

"So," Lily started, not sure how to approach the subject. "I've noticed you staring a little too interestedly at Sam." Emma looked on aghast, "You even get this rouge effect when he comes near. So, when did that all happen?"

"Shh! Ducks! Don't broadcast it to the whole embassy," Emma cringed, pulled her closer. "It's nothing! Just a little crush! Nothing more." She thumped her leg, "I should never have gone star gazing with him, but he was just so excited about some meteor shower."

Their conversation was abruptly cut short when the door creaked open and the Egyptian servant slipped inside, his face a mask of feigned concern. “I’m here to bring you some additional refreshments,” he said smoothly, but his eyes betrayed a sinister glint while holding out a tray containing two glasses of what looked like milk.

Emma and Lily didn't think anything was strange until another servant came behind them through the open window.

The girls turned back as they heard the tray hit the ground. The servant lunged at them, clamping a hand over Emma’s mouth. Lily’s attempt to scream was smothered by the other man’s forceful grip. Emma and Lily struggled fiercely, their hands flailing as they tried to break free.

The room erupted into chaos, their desperate movements causing furniture to topple and objects to crash to the floor. Despite their valiant efforts, the strength and coordination of their captors proved too much.

Within moments, the two girls were subdued and bound. The servants, showing no hint of hesitation, dragged them through the open window to their waiting transport below.

Come back tomorrow for part two!

#TimeTravelAdventures #YAAdventure #EgyptianCurse #FunReads #QueerTimeTravel