This is my take on how the young pharaoh from the Night at the Museum series coped with museum life after being released for the first time. Not everyone's happy with his release, and trust must be earned. Will the pharaoh be able to make a life of his own, or will old worries drag him down? Can he get past the fact most of the inhabitants could have freed him, but didn't? Will he ever belong? Does he even want to?
This is a fanfiction. I don't claim the Night at the Museum franchise as my own, as much as this story is mine. Not trying to get copyrighted. Please read and comment! Thank you :)
This is a fanfiction. I don't claim the Night at the Museum franchise as my own, as much as this story is mine. Not trying to get copyrighted. Please read and comment! Thank you :)