A/N: This is the long-awaited sequel to E. M. Bryant's Two Brits, a Pinch of Luck, and Everything Mummy. This is dedicated to her, because she has been such a good friend to me all these years. I hope you enjoy, and please try to visit our website, Mummy Space, which will (hopefully) be on the internet soon. We've been having a few technical dificulties. Enjoy, and please don't forget to review!


I hereby dedicate Love, War, and Egyptian Magic to my bestest friend EVER: Michelle. :) Happy birthday, my friend.


Chapter 1:

Death and Secrets

Nicole King stood up with the rest of the Vicenza Middle School band, and grinned proudly as the rest of the middle school clapped heartily. She took her seat when the curtains closed and-

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I stretched out my arm and slammed my fist down on the snooze button. I groaned and turned over, towards the door, where bright, yellow light penetrated the darkness of my room.

"Michelle and Elizabeth hurry up and get ready for school!" Michelle popped her head out of her sleeping bag. She had stayed the night, on our last day of Spring Break. "I don't want to go to school today." She mumbled. "Too many people,"

I poked her bag with my foot. "C'mon, Michelle, I know almost every possibility for today, and there's only one that turns out with us being surrounded by news vans and strangers." I bit my lip. I didn't like lying to my best friend (and cousin), but sometimes it was necessary. Like today, when I knew that we were going to be on every television channel in Great Britain. Again.

This last week, I've been thinking. Michelle and I are juniors. We have two more years, and then we'll be traveling the world. It was my idea, because I was accepted into Oxford, and Michelle will be going to Harvard. It was our way of having a year to say good-bye. Well, I wasn't telling her the actual reason why. I just didn't want to scare her…

"Elizabeth?" Michelle waved her hand in front of my face. I blinked. "Huh?" Michelle laughed nervously. "You were staring off into space. I didn't know if you were having a 'vision' like Evy, or if some great god of death was sending you a death form to mentally sign…"

I laughed. "Michelle, you come up with the most ridiculous explanations!" She blew a sigh of relief. "You mean you aren't going to be taken away before you can marry Cody?" I rolled my eyes. "Anubis isn't like that, Michelle. Besides; I think I have at least one more adventure in me. Maybe two."

Michelle smiled gratefully. "Well I don't know about you, but I don't want to smell like a camel when my boyfriend tries to kiss me."

"You don't have a boyfriend, Michelle!"

"And that is exactly why I don't want to smell like a camel!" She was out of her sleeping bag and had the shower running in two minutes flat. I closed my eyes, and he was there. My boyfriend, Cody. Before Anubis disappeared, when he had returned Michelle and me to our own time, after we deleted Tomb of the Dragon Emperor from Rob Cohen's personal file, I asked him if he could provide a mental link between Cody and me.

'Hello, love,' Cody smiled. 'I was wondering how long it would take to get rid of her.' I mentally shook my head. 'I didn't want to let her know. I haven't told her yet.' Cody pretended to look angry. 'Elizabeth, you were supposed to tell her six days ago! Tell me: how long have we had this connection?' I physically blushed. 'Two weeks?'

'Is that a question, or an answer? I can't tell.'

'An answer, of course. But'-

'No "but's", Elizabeth. You have to tell her.'

I shut off the connection before he could say something else. A single, gold tear cut a pathway down my cheek. I pressed it into my favorite book, where I'm sure Cody would find it when I was gone. I had already 'signed' the 'mental death form' when Michelle disrupted Anubis. She was close to figuring out my secret. So very close.

I took my time searching through my wardrobe. Hmmm…purple tank, good blue jeans, and black jacket? Definitely. I carefully took out the miniature ankh that Aunt Evy sent me for good luck. She also sent Michelle an identical charm, but hers were dangly earrings instead.

I had learned early in my sixteen years of life to dress a tad above casual. My father, James Aeneas Princeton, is an Oxford professor, so he always took me, Mum, Jake, and Evelyn shopping when a gala opened a new exhibit. He was always taking me, my sister, and my older brother to fancy parties with his colleagues.

"Honestly, I have no idea why you even try with those tops. If you even as much as take off your jacket, you get sent home." I spun around, and laughed. "Oh, Dad, you have got to stop creeping up on me like that!" Jonathan Carnahan, my stepfather, crossed my doorway, and smiled at me. "So, are you going out with your friends tonight?" Dad shoved aside a small pile of dirty laundry with his foot. "Mum might want your room to be at least halfway clean before you go anywhere."

I rolled my eyes. "I am sixteen, Jon. I think I know when to clean up." Dad frowned and shook his head. "Fine, as long as you can clean up some of this mess before I drive you to school." I folded my arms, and raised an eyebrow. "Fine. Now, can you leave so that Michelle can get dressed?" I nodded to Michelle, who was standing in the doorway, with a towel wrapped around her body, her hair dripping wet.

The tips of Jonathan's ears turned bright red. "Oh, um… yes… sorry." He stammered. He cleared his throat and turned to me. "I'll um… I'll just go now." Dad mumbled.

Michelle closed the door behind her. "That's new, for Uncle Jon."

"Yes, well, he's still getting used to the fact that not all women wear dressing gowns." I giggled, and gestured to today's outfit. "So, what do you think? Is it too much 'first date', or is it okay?" I pulled on the hem of my nightshirt, too stressed out to think.

Michelle took away the purple tank top, and produced a pink, V-neck, short- sleeved shirt from my dresser. "Here you go Elizabeth." I took the shirt like it was a dangerous explosive. "Tell me- why pink?"

"Well, I wanted something that you don't wear very often." Michelle sighed dreamily. "Plus, it'll complement your lovely skin tone."

"Well, if you want something that complements my skin tone…" I tossed the pink shirt into a drawer, and brought back a tropical blue designer-brand of the same style. "Why not this?" I handed it to Michelle, who sighed. "Try it on with the rest of the outfit." She said. "I want to see how it all works out."

"Girls! We're leaving in half an hour!" I shrugged to Michelle. "I still need to take a shower. We don't have time to switch shirts every five minutes." I grabbed my clothes and towel, and headed for the loo. Today was going to be hectic.