The Mummy

Ready with the heavy staff, you hurdle out of the shadows. You cover a good portion of the short distance before unleashing a mighty warcry. The witch seems startled, shocked that there was anyone else in the silent chamber. You proudly leap at the monster, heaving the heavy rod above your head. The creature shudders as it laboriously turns toward you. As you swing the ankh downward you are shocked to see that it used to be a woman. The tightly bound form, and golden serpentine hood hid it's features from afar. You have moments to be surprised before your blow collides with its chest sending a plume of dried particulates into the tomb's dry air.

You cough and are momentarily blinded in the cloud of dust. The witch appears from the miasma, running at you with a wicked looking dagger. You duck forcing her to tumble over you, before turning to try and disarm her. The two of you struggle, each trying to secure a grip on the blade. You grab her wrist, and slam it into the hard stone, sending the blade spinning along the smooth floor. Frustrated, she screams and scratches at your eyes, but you are on top, and throw her head back against the rough stone. She goes limp, instantly as you knock her out.

Then you see the mummy's form rising in the dust. Her nimble form stands tall and faces you down. The golden ankh glimmers, half embedded in her chest, and she looks angry. As she draws the staff from her torso like a sword, the heavy weapon seems like it weighs nothing to her. You look for the knife as she paces slowly toward you, but it is nowhere in sight. You consider bolting for the exit, but before you can move the Pharaohess raises a her hand. Her hand points at you with wicked intent, and you feel yourself rooted in place.

Wow, her magic is strong, you think to yourself. You can stop trying to run, it wont do you any good anyway. You can feel her manipulating your body as your legs walk on their own. You struggle to regain control as she lays you down on the altar, but you can do nothing. Her faceless form seems to smile though the gauze as she runs a hand over your pale skin. Your mind reels in terror as you helplessly lie on the slab.