The year was 1324 B.C, a year after King Tut’s death. Everyone was mourning including my mother.
“Nedjem!” my mother called as she began to cook breakfast. Father had already left to farm, and baby User had already awoke. My mother could not get over Tut’s death. Each day she mourned as if he would hear her and decide to come back.
After about an hour of eating, I ran outside, “I’m going to the Nile to bath mother!” I called as I ran out into the hot and dry sand. I had been so distracted by the hot and flaring sun, that I had strode off of my path. I did not know where I was or how I had gotten there, but one thing was for sure, I should not have been there.
After what seemed like an eternity, I came to realize that King Tut’s tomb was sitting in front of me. A great idea sparked to mind as I walked back. I could go in, and get something to give to mother! I turned around and headed for the tomb once more. As I tip-toed inside I got a very uneasy feeling about why lie before me. …show more content…
I looked at the book of the dead with mischief cooking in my brain, “That’s it,” I whispered to myself reaching out to grab it, “I’ll give her that.” As my fingers touched the rough pages it suddenly went dark, quiet, and cold. A trap! I tried to run but my feet felt as if they were glued to the floor. I felt hands pulling on me trying to get me out. “Oh no.” I thought as it turned bright again with
“Nedjem!” my mother called as she began to cook breakfast. Father had already left to farm, and baby User had already awoke. My mother could not get over Tut’s death. Each day she mourned as if he would hear her and decide to come back.
After about an hour of eating, I ran outside, “I’m going to the Nile to bath mother!” I called as I ran out into the hot and dry sand. I had been so distracted by the hot and flaring sun, that I had strode off of my path. I did not know where I was or how I had gotten there, but one thing was for sure, I should not have been there.
After what seemed like an eternity, I came to realize that King Tut’s tomb was sitting in front of me. A great idea sparked to mind as I walked back. I could go in, and get something to give to mother! I turned around and headed for the tomb once more. As I tip-toed inside I got a very uneasy feeling about why lie before me. …show more content…
I looked at the book of the dead with mischief cooking in my brain, “That’s it,” I whispered to myself reaching out to grab it, “I’ll give her that.” As my fingers touched the rough pages it suddenly went dark, quiet, and cold. A trap! I tried to run but my feet felt as if they were glued to the floor. I felt hands pulling on me trying to get me out. “Oh no.” I thought as it turned bright again with