Pharaoh's Curse part 9
Rise of the Pharaoh part 3
By
Soul71
Thanks to Killerarmyguy and Linnear for the edits.
Chapter Ten
"It's going to be okay, Andy," Anta encouragingly whispered as she rubbed his back as they stood in front of the door to his father's penthouse once they had flown in after seeing Carla's parents. Who, as you can imagine, was totally not okay with Carla's and Andrew's relationship. Demanding that she forgo this lunacy and focus on her schooling they were paying lots of money for. Even when Andrew told them he would cover the rest of the payments for Carla's schooling, they still weren't having it. Anta held Carla all the way back to the small airport they had flown into when they arrived in New York two days ago.
"Easy for you to say. You're not the one that has to tell your father. You're the Pharaoh of Egypt," Andrew sighed, wishing he didn't have to be there, yet knew his father would fly to Egypt just to bring him home.
"It's going to be fine, baby, we're here; if they can't understand, that's on them. You told them the truth," Carla said forlornly, resting her head on his shoulder. Sniffling when she and her parents hadn't come to terms with what was going to happen. She had been hoping that they would maybe not be joyous at the fact she was going to be a Queen or at their marriage part. She would have thought they would just be happy that they were happy.
"I told you for the last time, we're fine, we don't need anything...?!" Julián's mouth dropped open as his words were frozen on the tip of his tongue. As he stared in shock at the sight of his son standing before him. "Andy... son? Andrew!" he said his voice gaining strength as he saw the shy look on his son's face he always got whenever they were apart for more than a week.
"Hey, Dad," Andrew greeted sheepishly. His body was jerked forward, and a huff escaped his lips when his father squeezed him hard. "Missed you too, Dad," he said softly, patting his father's back.
"Julián, I swear I thought I heard you call out Andrew's..." Wilma's face went through serval stages of happiness at the sight of her step-son's face. Her feet propelled her forward before her mind could come out of the fog of bliss at the sight of Andrew. Before she knew it, her arms were wrapping around the two of them. So very happy to have her family whole again as her hands gently rubbed the back of both of their heads. "You're finally home," she said, pulling the two of them into her, making Andrew remember what he's missed. "Girls! I didn't think you would fly all this way to see Andrew safely home, but I know Julián and I are very happy to hear you take Andy's safety very seriously." Arching an eyebrow, wondering why she saw sadness in his eyes as he looked down at the tops of his feet.
"Whatever the reason, our home is open to the two of you," Julián said, welcoming Anta and Carla into his home, eyeing the two strangers that stood behind the three of them.
"Halima, you come with me, Nofre-it, see how the others are doing, and get them what they need," Andrew said, giving out his orders.
"Andrew, I'm happy to entertain your friends, but they'll have to find their own lodging," Julián stated, holding the door open for his son.
"Of course, my lord, I'll see to it right away," Nofre-it answered, ignoring Julián's remark before turning on his heel and walking over to the neighboring penthouse where the detached Medjay had taken up residence.
"Andrew is something going on here that I should know about?" Julián asked. His eyes followed the stranger's gait as she stuck to his son's backside.
"Yeah, you might want to sit down. You're not going to believe what I'm about to tell you, yet it is the truth," Andrew said, scratching the back of his head, unsure what to say next. Noting how Anta and Carla were getting their own hugs of greeting in with Wilma from the corner of his right eye.
"Alright, but you better start talking, son," Julián said sternly, taking his spot on the couch. His left arm rested lightly on Wilma's shoulders when she sat down beside him.
"The only way for you to believe me is to show you," Andrew sighed.
"Show us what, honey," Wilma said, her eyes hungrily drinking in her step-son's form. Her eyes went wide when Anta helped Andrew out of his suit jacket, something she didn't think he would wear to return home in or it would look so expensive. No, what had Wilma flabbergasted were the muscles his dress shirt detailed. "My, Andy, it seems you've grown in your time in Egypt," she said, stating her approval.
"Thanks," Andrew said bashfully. "You don't want to know what I had to go through to get it."
"You're stalling Andrew," Julián spoke, cutting in.
"Dad, you know how Mom is into... Egypt?" Andrew asked, noting the scowl on his father's lips.
"What does she have to do with this?" Julián grumbled, crossing his arms.
"Well, turns out Mom is an heir to Pharaoh Pepi II making her a Princess of Egypt, and where I come in is... forces beyond your imagination set the stage for the reemergence of the Pharaonic line," pointing to himself, "to take up the Crown of Egypt once again, making me," releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Pharaoh Menes II," Andrew said as his Nemes shimmered into view, watching the two of them jumping in their seats as the light of his divinity shone brightly in his eyes.
"What the hell, Andrew?! What have you gotten yourself into?!" Julián shouted in fear at the strange attire that appeared on his son's head.
"Please, calm yourselves; what Andrew is saying is the truth. He is the Pharaoh of Egypt," Carla said, sitting to the left of Andrew on the love seat behind him. "We know how startling it is; I was like you when I first saw it. You see, one day, when the tour was getting set up here in New York, I fell off the ladder I was on and would have died if Andrew hadn't saved me. Yet I looked at the man who displayed such a wonder that no human could achieve it, and I didn't see a freak or a monster. No, I saw the man who was going to be my husband," she said proudly, resting her hands on her knees in a dignified manner. Blowing Andrew a kiss when he peered back at her, silently asking her if she had to do that now. Of course, she did. How else was anyone to know they were in the presence of a Queen if she didn't announce it.
"Andy, what did she mean by husband?" Wilma stammered, pointing weakly at Carla.
"No way! I forbid it! Andy, son, are you listening to yourself?" Julián asked, surging from his seat, the back of his left hand smacking the palm of his right hand as he stared his son down.
"You really can't, Dad," Andrew said as gently as he could. "I am the Pharaoh of Egypt. And it would be best if you were nicer to your neighbors. They are there to look out for your security; this is Halima," gesturing to her with a wave of his right hand, "she's the head of the Medjay, the Pharaoh's personal bodyguards," he said, noting how his father was using all his will to hold back from losing his shit. "I get it, Dad. You don't understand, and you want me home. Trust me, there's nothing in the world I want more than to come home. Yet I cannot."
"Okay, let's say you are this Pharaoh... whatever, why can't you just come home," Julián pleaded with his son, thinking he's been brainwashed. While he couldn't explain how the headcover appeared on Andrew's head, he was sure his son got hoodwinked by some group in Egypt. If he had to guess, his ex-wife had a hand in it.
"Because... I was chosen. That's why they made Mom run off to Egypt so that eventually I would go there and start all of this," Andrew said, gesturing to his body, noticing how that took his father aback for a second.
"Andy, what do you mean, and who are this 'they' you've mentioned?" Wilma asked, trying not to be perturbed at the look on Julián's face.
"What I mean..."
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This rambling is getting us nowhere, my Pharaoh; they obviously won't or can't accept what's right in front of them. It's time we return to Egypt
