Kemamonit

“That’s it,” Charlie said.

  “What about the rest of the papyri,” Mohammad said as he stood up.

  The three of them walked back to the building, and over to the shelves of papyri, Mohammad grabbed one that they hadn’t read.

  “It’s the book of the dead,” he said after reading a few lines.

  “That’s unusual for a pre-dynastic tomb,” Charlie said.

  “She’s unusual.”

  “There’s an ostracon on her sarcophagus,” Shelley pointed.

  Charlie walked over and picked it up, “It says to return say my name three times.”

  “What do we do?”

  Shelley rubbed her hand over the edge of the sarcophagus, her hand stopped on a square depression at the apex behind Kemamonit’s head.

  She absentmindedly ran her finger around the inside. It was about an inch deep and she felt uneven ridges inside like writing.

  She looked at the wooden shelves and saw the statue of Sobek, it had a square base.

  Charlie and Mohammad were busy reading the other papyri and didn’t notice her walk over and pick up the statue.

  She put the base of the statue in the depression, Sobek’s crocodile snout was facing away from the sarcophagus.

  Nothing happened.

  Shelley lifted the statue up and turned it around so the head looked over Kem.

  She heard a groan as if someone was in deep pain, she looked at Kem’s body and yelped in shock as she saw her writhing in pain.

  Mohammad and Charlie dropped the Papyri they were holding and stared at the writhing body in amazement.

  Mohammad reached into the sarcophagus and picked Kemamonit up in his arms. She was surprising light.

  “Kemamonit, Kemamonit, Kemamonit,” Mohammad yelled.

  There was a blinding flash of light.