Osiris, the god of the afterlife

Everything goes black for a couple seconds and the three in the room look up dazed as a rumbling sound is emitted from the wooden chest. Baya holds a hand over his mouth as the low hum continues. then one hand of the mummy rises and then another. It grabs the side of the chest and lazily lifts itself up.

"Oh my god!" Nolan screams and watches as the mummy stumbles around and then leans on the side of the wall and breathes heavily. The mummy breathes, the corpse is… "Onemia?" Baya asks carefully in the ancient language as the mummy groans and starts pulling its wrappings off. It struggles and seems **** to get them off. Baya goes to help the mummy as Monica keeps kneading her breast, probably unconsciously because of her wonderlust. Nolan tries to focus on the end of the hallway behind them which is starting to fill with flashlights. It’s the collective. Their goons must’ve reached them. It’s too late!

The mummy manages to free its mouth and breathes heavily. The others see the full lips of the ancient human, healthy and moist like a noble’s. Then it speaks. The first thing everyone notices is that the voice sounds nothing like a man's voice. The words are pretty, girly. Baya listens eyes wide as the mummy turns to him and the two start talking. Neither Nolan or Monica understand one thing the two are talking about but let them talk as the flashlights fill the corridor. And Nolan hurries to Monica to shake her awake.

“T-they are coming! What are we going to do? Monica!” He shakes her as she observes the mummy and mutters: “I-I don’t care. T-this is… all I really wanted.” She doesn’t budge and Nolan looks back and sees the lights approaching and more and more footsteps. He also hears foreign languages, angry voices.

Monica watches as Baya helps the resurrected prophet out of its wrappings. They fall gracefully on the floor and a person starts to emerge from under them. Sandy tan skin just like Baya with big dark eyes and thick dark hair flows down the mummy's shoulders. "Wh-... oh..." Nolan gasps as it becomes apparent. The prophet is not an old man, but a young and beautiful girl with the face of a princess and body of a goddess. She looks at the others drowsily and turns to Baya who is trying to hide his erection from her. "H-hello." Monica tries to say shyly. The prophet stretches and examines her body as Baya finishes taking off her foot wrappings. Nolan can’t help but stare. Onemia, the prophet of the temple of life is beautiful.

Then a mercenary appears through the hallway. He is wearing dark military fatigues and a black beret and shouts something in a foreign language and then sees the tall egyptian and shouts again and raises his firearm. The rest rush in, all looking similar, with angry expressions on their dark faces. Nolan hurries behind a tomb to hide as Monica walks to Onemia and takes her hand and examines it as the prophet looks at the armed men curiously. She asks something from Baya who is currently hiding behind her and Baya squeaks something back. The whole room is filled with unintelligible noises as Nolan tries to not panic. It’s true what he heard, this collective is scary. Then he sees it.

Onemia raises her staff and waves it at the men. There is a similar bright light as there was just now. The men recoil and one takes aim only for the gun to fall from his hands. Onemia shouts something and the men seem terrified. She takes Baya close to her and slashes with her staff. The Djed makes the room rumble and suddenly the man who dropped his gun crumbles. His body turns to sand in just a blink of an eye. The rest of the mercenaries take aim and Nolan hides – this can’t be happening!

There are gunshots and suddenly they stop and Nolan can’t look. He hears bare feet on the floor as someone walks to him and raises his chin to look up. What he sees are the dark eyes of the prophet. She has a calm expression and says something with a soft voice and pets Nolan’s head, making the man blush.

“We’re alive! Wo-hoo!” Baya cheers and goes to kick the piles of sand Onemia made. Nolan looks up at the woman above him. It’s a woman somehow. Absolutely a woman. Could it be that the stories presented her as a man? Nolan can’t quite understand it now but he can see one thing. She really is awesome. Utterly magical.