Thread: The Cursed Mirror | DontxBlinkk et Kathria

Expecting to be treated better after shouting Bastet had sent her should have been the least of her concerns. In all honesty she had expected them to treat her better, not like a prisoner. Instead they only loosened their grip, but that was when they got closer to the crowds and were pushing through them. After all, Annette was not that tall. She only stood at 5'2 with her shoes off and the boots only added an inch or two to her height. It was nothing extraordinary like heels might have done for her. Then again she was thankful she was wearing boots when she had been running. Running in heels was easy, but running in heels in sand? She would have fallen flat on her face before she had even started to run away. Annette had expected the prince to run along ahead or finish what he was doing. Instead he had decided to stick close, to go with them to present her himself. Her golden hues rested behind long thick black eyelashes and she scanned the Palace as they got closer to it. Her long red braided hair, now pulled down from it's pin, reached a little past her butt and swayed as she moved along with the guards. She looked at all the people staring at her, muttering and pointing at her hair and skin. Annette wanted to run, but she couldn't get out of their grasps. There were guards behind her, just making sure if she did get loose she could not run too far from them. Still, it surprised her that a little thing like her had out ran them. At least until the prince had picked her up and caught her. She was cursing in her head. If he had not caught her she probably could have hide and gotten away and then figured out what was happening...and why that mirror had been in her hand when she woke up. Annette's eyes fell on the hieroglyphs on the walls that she had seen only moments before in the museum. Her lips parted in wonder. She knew those stones from years of going to the museum, but not they were on the walls and not in glass cases and broken. They stood on the walls as though they had been just recently repainted for the palace and this caused Annette to gulp. Things only seemed to get worse from there. She was being taken towards the guards that stood in front of large doors. Easily they pushed them aside for the prince, the guards and her to pass through. Annette's eyes really got the scene then and she was awestruck by the sight of the pharaoh. Her golden hues paid attention to the prince as he pushed his little brother away. Only to see his brother huff as they got closer to the throne. There sat the Pharaoh with the many women surrounding him. She could only depict two of the women who looked the happiest about their position. One more well dressed than the other had to be the queen and the other had to be her servant. The jewelry that adorned the pharaoh's neck made Annette gulp. Only a few seconds ago she had seen those in a glass case with the mirror next to a sarcophagus and now here they were around his neck brand new and unharmed. Annette had not realized how lost she had been in taking all of this in until Sebak was bowing before his father and the guards pulled her on her knees to bow before him. She huffed not pleased, but bowed her head anyways. There was no more denying it. This was ancient egypt, and that was the unnamed pharaoh before her in real life. The only questions were. How did she get here? How does she get back to modern time? Annette's thoughts were cut short as she listened to the prince announce who she was before the pharaoh dismissed it as a joke. He looked at her as though this was some form of mockery, or at least that was how she took it. He didn't believe her, or he probably wanted proof. Her hair was the only thing that gave her any proof. She did not have special powers like their gods, and there was nothing extremely out of the ordinary she could do here. Annette closed her jaw, knowing it was better not to speak and let the two of them handle it. She knew all too well what happened if someone got out of line and now she was stuck in the past fearing even more for her life than before. What was the pharaoh going to proclaim? What would he do with her? Annette tried her best not to think about it.