Chapter 1 What's happening?

Amala POV

"MOM!" I'm leaving!" I screamed upstairs to my mother, who was getting ready for her meeting. "Okay, sweetheart, I'll see you later."She yelled back to me.

I walked out my front door and headed towards my car.

"Man, I can't believe I got to go to freaking school with annoying people. Why couldn't I take online classes? Why did I think face-to-face learning would be better for me?"

I got in my car and started driving; I hated school. I only went to school because it was essential to get an education, as it was necessary to go to school to pursue my education for the career I wanted. I was on top in my program and University. I mean, my test scores sure did prove it.

"I don't want to go to school today; I'll just miss the first class," I said, heading toward star bucks to get my drink and muffin.

As I got out of the car, I felt a strong wind pulling me backward. I turned around feeling freaked out but didn't overthink it as I rushed into star bucks. I did turn around to see where the wind came from and what caused it. Was there a tornado nearby? I looked through the glass door and saw nothing. "What the fuck...?" I felt a little bit puzzled but headed toward the line anyway. An old lady was smiling at me behind the cash register; she greeted me with a hello.

I gave her my regular order and paid for it.

I went to the other side and waited for them to call my name. I felt a tingle in my arm. I was completely confused why I was getting strange vibes this morning. Usually, strange vibes aren't good. Maybe I should go back home.

"Um, Ah La?" I looked up at the girl who called my name and gave her a 'You're kidding me, right?.' Look, I walked up to her and grabbed my drink. "It's pronounced Ah Ma La, but thank you very much," I said, smiling at her. She apologized & I let out a sigh, saying it was okay. Honestly, I don't blame people for not knowing how my name is pronounced as long as they don't do it multiple times.

It's not her fault my mom gave me a unique name. My mother constantly brags about my name. She says it has a meaning, a beautiful meaning. She still hasn't told me the meaning of the name. People always wonder how my Mother and I get along so well. I don't know how to explain it; we just do. She's my best friend.

Of course, there's always a line you don't cross, no matter how close you're to your mother. You have to always show respect, though.

I got in my car and started driving to the lakeside; It's usually where my mom and I would go when we wanted to escape everything. Today was just one of those days where I wanted to be left alone with my thoughts, even though I should be headed towards school to attend my first class. I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

While driving, I felt my car being pushed to the side. The force pushing my car was too strong to have been any small impact; what the hell was going on?

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed when I noticed there was a massive Tornado behind me. I started to speed up, knowing I wouldn't be able to outrun that massive tornado for too long.

"What the fuck? Where did that tornado come from? Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" I saw a truck heading the way I came from. I honked my car horn, trying to let the driver know there was a tornado behind me, but when I looked in the review mirror, I saw nothing.

"What the...... what's going on?" There was nothing there! There was no Tornado behind me anymore.

I finally reached my destination and got out of the car with my star bucks. I looked around and couldn't come to any sight of the Tornado. "Did I imagine that? No, I couldn't have.....? could I have? Maybe I'm just tired." I said, sighing; this is why I should stop pulling all-nighters.

I felt so confused about why there was a tornado behind me, and suddenly it vanished. Maybe I should head home..... maybe today just isn't my day? Or maybe I'm just not fully up, I thought, laughing.

I started to drink my Starbucks, getting lost in my thoughts. Yet, as I viewed the beautiful lake, all thoughts of going home left my mind. I walked towards the lake and sat on the grass. "This is so peaceful, no annoying people insights, no drama, no fake friends, no annoying professors at all, and most importantly... No People at all whatsoever!!! No humans at all" I find myself talking to myself a lot. I tend to do that. Having a conversation with yourself is always better, after all.

I started finishing my drink when I felt a breeze; I would have ignored it if it didn't feel strange. Like it was intense. Too strong, and it felt right in front of me. I looked up and saw a tornado heading my way. "WHAT THE..." Not even finishing my sentence as I started to run. I didn't know why but this tornado was right behind, and I couldn't outrun it no matter how much I tried. I screamed, "Help! Someone help me!" I felt my body being pulled closer to the tornado. I kept running; there was no way I would die in hell. Especially not like this, I suddenly felt my leg being yanked. It felt like someone had a grasp on my leg. I fell to the floor but not before I turned around and saw a hand pulling my leg; I screamed at the top of my lungs as I was pulled into the tornado. I could see what was going on while I was basically in the tornado; my eyes widened as I saw the hand still wrapped around my leg, and I saw nobody connected to it, but it was still pulling me.

I managed to grab my bookbag, using it to hit the hand off of me.

"I finally got you!" I heard a voice say. A chill ran down my body. Something tells me if I let this hand drag me to wherever it's dragging me, it will be wrong.

I used my other leg and hit the hand off of me; I heard the voice let out a yelp and let go of my feet. Which caused me to immediately fall faster; alarm ran through my body as I started to freak out even more.

I was screaming at the top of my lungs that I would die.

Yet when I finally reached whatever ground of this tornado, I was met with my body splashing into a body of water. My whole body was wet and drenched with water, and I started gasping as I brought my head out of the water to breathe air.

"Oh my god, what just happened?" I said as I looked around at my surroundings and found myself in an unfamiliar place.

"This place looks... very different, like not my area different," I said in a wary tone.

I heard a scream, and I turned around to find a girl screaming at me and pointing her finger at me. I didn't understand a word she was saying; she sounded like she was speaking some weird language. "Um, I'm sorry I don't understand you... I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M HERE!" I screamed back at her

Yet the girl continued screaming at me, I kept telling her to calm down, but my mouth immediately shut when I heard the doors open in my room.

Eight men rushed in wearing these ugly get-ups like they were... guards...

Where the fuck am I?! One of the men held his weapon toward me, causing me to scream.

"Dude! Get that shit away from me, you fucking bastard," I yelled at him as if he had lost his mind; I didn't care where I was. I'm not letting someone think they can just do whatever they want.

He looked like he was about to strike me with his weapon until a guy dressed way differently from them, as if he was some kind of royalty, stopped them. He held up his hand, causing the guard to stop, probably about to slash my throat and eat me like I was bacon with a side of eggs.

I faced the guy dressed in a fancy old fashion, expensive Halloween costume as if he was trying to be the prince of Egypt. He stared at me, and I got a weird feeling from his stare; I didn't want him staring at me like that. "من أنت ولماذا أنت في قصر بلدي?"

I looked at the man like he grew eighteen eyeballs as if he was insane to think I understood a word he had just said.

"The hell did you just say to me? I only speak ENGLISH, okay? ENGLISH. Me American, well not really, but you know that's what my papers say, but, You? I don't know what you're, but I speak English and some French plus Italian on the weekend, but you know what, never mind, where am I?" I said to him, hoping in some way he would respond in English.

The man's eyes narrowed, and a cold breeze caused me to feel even colder; I was still wet and drenched, also being still in this extensive body of bathwater didn't help. Yet here I was, clothes now becoming a second skin as I was being stared at by a bunch of strangers.

"الآن وأنا أعلم من هي ، وقالت انها سريتي منذ أن كنت لا تملك واحدة"

He said, and I felt myself self-getting angry because I didn't understand a word this guy everyone seemed to be listening to was saying. One of the guards spoke and looked at me; I lifted an eyebrow, wondering if he was talking to me but doubted it when the "Highness" answered.

"ربي أنها لا يبدو أن نتكلم بما نتكلم ، هو سيدي سعيد مع اختيار خليلة?"

"أنا أحب الخيار الذي اختارها بالنسبة لي . وأود أن تكون مهتمة في سماع أشياء قالت عندما يوجد في العاطفة. اتركنا."

The guards walked away, causing me to be confused about what had just happened.

The girl in the room, also I assumed was this guy's maid, also walked away.

What did he say? Was he going to kill me? I began to panic when I heard the doors closed; yep, I was going to die, I didn't even know where I was, who these people were, how I got here, and now I was going to die.

Well, Amla, you lived a life, at least. A good one, one where you felt comfortable.

The man started walking towards me, not knowing what he would do. I scoot back toward the end of the bath.

I started to look at him, analyzing his facial structure. If I died, I had to remember what he looked like. So I could come back and haunt him.

He had these beautiful eyes. One of them was green, and the other was a light brown color. His hair was this golden brown color, and it was in a ponytail. He had light tan skin, not those tans where you get them done. That natural tan skin that you had to be born with to have. He was attractive... and oh my god, he was coming around me. I turned quickly around, but he seemed to grab a bag of something filled with liquid. I watched him drink some of the liquid.

As he was doing this, he was watching me while doing that. I felt my book bag still on my back. I could hit him with it and run. Yeah, I can hit him with this book bag and run as fast as I can.

While I was thinking of a plan, I got distracted. When I moved my attention back to where he was, I found him no longer there. I became confused about where he was until I felt someone behind me. I froze and turned around to come face to face with this man. I was going to scream, but his mouth came in contact with mine, and he poured his drink down my throat.

I couldn't move his hand away from my chin, and I drank it.

Disgust ran through my body/ He let my chin go, and I screamed at him as I tried to catch my breath!

"Why would you do that? Why would you do that? That is so nasty; you don't even know me like that!" I screamed, even if he did. What he did was disgusting; I'm not a fucking bird. He looked at me, and his eyes widened.

"It works. I understand because we're speaking the same; the magic worked."

I froze when I heard him speaking English. "You can speak my language! You speak English!? Where am I? How did I get here? Can I go home? Wait, can I get some Mcdonald's before I go home?" I said, feeling my stomach growl.

He looked at me with a weird look. "No, you're speaking my language; I am not speaking yours. I don't speak this language you call English. I speak 8 Languages, but English isn't one of them. Whatever that is, You're also in Egypt... I do not know how you came here, but I will want you to explain this instant before I have your head sliced off and what? What is this Mcdonald you speak of?"

I stared at the man in front of me and stared into his eyes. I stopped listening to him when he said I was in Egypt.

I looked at his get-up and remembered how he spoke, and I froze, going still. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. I wasn't an idiot. So I looked at the man in front of me, asking him in a soft voice. "What era is it, and what is your name?" I said, praying that my ass was just being dumb and that this was impossible. He smiled at me, and I felt my breath stop as two dimples showed on his cheeks.

"It is 1324 B.C., and I am King Tutankhamun, the Ruler of Egypt, of course." I looked at the man in front of me and felt sick in my stomach; me being the most intelligent person in my school who also loved history and was fond of it knew. I knew that I was back in the past. But not just the past, but deep in the past.

How could this happen? I looked up to find Tut staring at me. "How old are you?" I asked. I knew from all my history lessons that Tut died in his 19th year.

"I am in my 19th year of life; why do you ask?" I froze, and I knew the words I was about to say would sound crazy to this man staring at me, heck I was a crazy 18-year-old myself, but it was true. Each word of it.

"Listen, I am from the future, and in the future, it is 2017, okay, and you're one of the Egyptian rulers that I learned about from history, and you're going to die pretty soon, not sure when but I know you die later on. I just wanted to tell you that, okay, and yeah, for some reason, I got sent to the past, which is this era, because you're alive, so that means that this is the past. Well, what happened was a tornado; I guess you don't know what that is, but this huge wind grabbed me, and a hand pulled my leg, dragging me here! And now I'm staring at you and knowing that you're going to die later on in life, and I feel bad, but I got to go home. I feel bad for you; I don't know why, but I don't want that to happen. You know you are dying because you're like the only king of Egypt who barely had a chance to do anything, so I'll help you live and catch the killer cause I'm in criminal justice course at my university, plus a history course. After I've helped you live, you'll have to take me home, and you don't even know what I'm talking about, do you? Are you listening to me!?"

I stared at him, and he looked at me with wide eyes.

"Hmm... GUARDS!!!!!!!!!!"

'Aw fuck!' I thought as I heard the Guards rush in.