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“So, little pony, why have you violated my resting place, and more importantly my SLUMBER?” A voice shouted from the darkness of the tomb.
Akhen Trotten… for whom the tomb was named, lost until she found it.
“It’s Daring Do, you fossil!” she shifted into a shadow, tucked under her wing was a canopic jar with several ancient bits and a few gemstones. Prizes for her discovery of the long lost tomb.
“Trotting in here and disturbing me…” he spied the jar under her wing. “And stealing from my royal treasury!”
“They are a reward, for finding your tomb, a nice addition to my collection.”
“If that was all you wished, I could have obliged.” The ancient pharaoh’s horn lit up and from the black area of the tomb, stone scraped across floor, rumbling echoed through the tomb, dust falling from the cracks of the perfectly tooled stone.
A relief sunk into Daring, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
From behind her she hear the sound of fabric rustling in a wind.
“I have always needed a queen for my tomb!” The halls echoed in a deep laughter.
No needing another omen, Daring turned around and headed out towards the long hall, the doorway looking like a pinhole of light in the dim tomb. Full gallop didn’t feel fast enough, the light didn’t seem to grow any brighter.
The fabric caught up with her, and she fell flat on her face, the jar and her pith helmet clattering to the ground, revealing the secret inside.
“The ankh of Life! No pony steals such things from me. Miss Do, you are done!”
Daring tried to scream, but the fabric, which turned out to be rolls of enchanted wrappings, buzzing around her body and being controlled by Akhen. They quickly flew around her muzzle, strapping it shut tight, leaving nothing beyond a muffled whinny escaping the bandages.
If she could get to the Ankh, and reverse it’s incantation, Trotten would be nothing more than a pile of bones and wrappings.
But as Daring reached for it, the bandages quickly covered her fore hooves tightly, and then pinning them under her chest. The wrappings were making quick work of her, winding around and around every inch of exposed flesh.
Scooting forward to the ankh was quickly stopped with the mummification of her rear legs, then being pulled slowly back towards an open sarcophagus.
Tail, mane, every inch of her body was ensnared in the Pharaoh’s cursed wraps. The light of her torch became farther and farther away, the mummification was almost complete, save for her eyes. Her entire body was wrapped tightly from mane to hoof in the ways of the old burial, and as the third layer of bindings was finishing up, Akhen Trotten pushed her into the sarcophagus, and staring her in the face.
“And to think, my queen…. You are nothing more than a lowly grave robber.”
Daring squirmed, but alas, the wrappings were too tight to break any of them loose.
“And since you seem to enjoy the treasures you stole, I will let them be buried with you. And perhaps in a millennia, another like you will make a discovery, your tomb here.”
The jar, her pith helmet and the ankh floated into the stone tomb she was now it. The jar near her hooves, the ankh placed on the center of her chest under a layer of wrapping, and her hat perched right back atop her hear where it belonged. The hat looked off, being the only color among the pure white wrappings that bound her.
The bandages again floated around her head, tightly wrapping her eyes closed, sealing her form in a thick multi layer of mummification. There wasn’t much room in the stone coffin, only but an inch on either side. As the stone lid was closed, she heard Akhen Trotten speaking, though it was muffled through stone.
“Miss, Do, you are done.”
The hoof trots of the wrapped Pharaoh went silent as another tomb was closed. She struggled in her bindings, but nothing gave. There had to be a way out, and unless she was able to get out in twenty minutes, the lack of oxygen would leave her here for another adventurer to find…..
There had to be a way…
********
WILL DARING DO ESCAPE THE CURSE OF AKHEN TROTTEN?
WILL SHE ESCAPE BEFORE AIR RUNS OUT?
IS THIS THE END OF DARING DO?
WHY WON’T MY CAPSLOCK TURN OFF???
FIND OUT NEXT TIME!
Akhen Trotten… for whom the tomb was named, lost until she found it.
“It’s Daring Do, you fossil!” she shifted into a shadow, tucked under her wing was a canopic jar with several ancient bits and a few gemstones. Prizes for her discovery of the long lost tomb.
“Trotting in here and disturbing me…” he spied the jar under her wing. “And stealing from my royal treasury!”
“They are a reward, for finding your tomb, a nice addition to my collection.”
“If that was all you wished, I could have obliged.” The ancient pharaoh’s horn lit up and from the black area of the tomb, stone scraped across floor, rumbling echoed through the tomb, dust falling from the cracks of the perfectly tooled stone.
A relief sunk into Daring, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
From behind her she hear the sound of fabric rustling in a wind.
“I have always needed a queen for my tomb!” The halls echoed in a deep laughter.
No needing another omen, Daring turned around and headed out towards the long hall, the doorway looking like a pinhole of light in the dim tomb. Full gallop didn’t feel fast enough, the light didn’t seem to grow any brighter.
The fabric caught up with her, and she fell flat on her face, the jar and her pith helmet clattering to the ground, revealing the secret inside.
“The ankh of Life! No pony steals such things from me. Miss Do, you are done!”
Daring tried to scream, but the fabric, which turned out to be rolls of enchanted wrappings, buzzing around her body and being controlled by Akhen. They quickly flew around her muzzle, strapping it shut tight, leaving nothing beyond a muffled whinny escaping the bandages.
If she could get to the Ankh, and reverse it’s incantation, Trotten would be nothing more than a pile of bones and wrappings.
But as Daring reached for it, the bandages quickly covered her fore hooves tightly, and then pinning them under her chest. The wrappings were making quick work of her, winding around and around every inch of exposed flesh.
Scooting forward to the ankh was quickly stopped with the mummification of her rear legs, then being pulled slowly back towards an open sarcophagus.
Tail, mane, every inch of her body was ensnared in the Pharaoh’s cursed wraps. The light of her torch became farther and farther away, the mummification was almost complete, save for her eyes. Her entire body was wrapped tightly from mane to hoof in the ways of the old burial, and as the third layer of bindings was finishing up, Akhen Trotten pushed her into the sarcophagus, and staring her in the face.
“And to think, my queen…. You are nothing more than a lowly grave robber.”
Daring squirmed, but alas, the wrappings were too tight to break any of them loose.
“And since you seem to enjoy the treasures you stole, I will let them be buried with you. And perhaps in a millennia, another like you will make a discovery, your tomb here.”
The jar, her pith helmet and the ankh floated into the stone tomb she was now it. The jar near her hooves, the ankh placed on the center of her chest under a layer of wrapping, and her hat perched right back atop her hear where it belonged. The hat looked off, being the only color among the pure white wrappings that bound her.
The bandages again floated around her head, tightly wrapping her eyes closed, sealing her form in a thick multi layer of mummification. There wasn’t much room in the stone coffin, only but an inch on either side. As the stone lid was closed, she heard Akhen Trotten speaking, though it was muffled through stone.
“Miss, Do, you are done.”
The hoof trots of the wrapped Pharaoh went silent as another tomb was closed. She struggled in her bindings, but nothing gave. There had to be a way out, and unless she was able to get out in twenty minutes, the lack of oxygen would leave her here for another adventurer to find…..
There had to be a way…
********
WILL DARING DO ESCAPE THE CURSE OF AKHEN TROTTEN?
WILL SHE ESCAPE BEFORE AIR RUNS OUT?
IS THIS THE END OF DARING DO?
WHY WON’T MY CAPSLOCK TURN OFF???
FIND OUT NEXT TIME!
Of course! I try to add spice to what I draw, as it feels necessary that they need them.
As well as Daring Do following a classic “Hero” figure arc that gets into trouble, but always gets out, eventually… As she may lay wrapped for years in that tomb.