Wednesday, Atlantean Royal Palace

"You ready, your highness?" Pollo asked as we fastened our seatbelts. It had took us an hour to get packed and move into our new-ly assembled private airplyer, which was as big as a jet, and move silently and fast. We had told Uncle Roy that we were going to Paris for our honeymoon. Haha, bet he didn't see that one coming.

"So, Cal, what do you feel about finding a long-lost sister? And being a married man?" Lia teased.

"How do you feel about finding a long-lost sister-in-law? And being a married woman, Lia?" I retorted.

Lia stuck out her tongue at me. "Bleurgh. I feel like myself. As long as you stick your hands to yourself, I'll be alright."

"Like I wanted to touch you," I said, ducking away as Lia began swatting at me with a newspaper.

"Hey, you two, cut it out. The pilots need concentration," Pollo said. We said sorry and we resumed talking.

"What'll you do when you do find her? Your sister, I mean. What do you think she'll be like?" Lia asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Duh, blonde and blue-eyed, like me. Maybe she's smart and beautiful, too. I hope we'll hit it off instantly." I quickly glanced out the window. How can I tell Lia that I wasn't sure what to do when I do see her? I never even knew I had a sister, much less know her name or how she looks like.

"You're right, you're pretty hard to hit off instantly," Lia said, trying to lighten the mood. I smiled gratefully at her. Trust me to get myself such a good and understanding wife! Not to mention a feisty, strong one as well.

We spent the rest of the time watching a movie, Corpse Bride. One of my favourites. We both sniffed at the end. And then we're there.

I gazed in wonder at the tall pyramids that rose out of the horizon, directly into the setting sun. OK, the midday sun. "Wow, this place rocks," I whispered.

"You bet," Lia said.

We got out of the plane and showed an Egyptian customs officer our passports and reason of stay. The guy seemed awe that the alleged 'son of Poseidon and Marduk' was coming to Egypt. "Yes, sirs, I go fetch Prime Minister." He scurried away. Minutes later he returned with a impossibly tall and thin man.

"Good afternoon. I extend to you the warmest welcome in Egypt, your Highness of Atlantis. Let my men escort you to your royal suite.

I am Emhotip. Should you want me to call the reporters from Egypt?" He said, extending a hand.

I took it. Pollo said coolly, "No, thank you, there is no need to announce our arrival. The crown prince and princess came here for their honeymoon, and do not wish to be disturbed."

Emhotip held his steely gaze on Pollo. "Yet from my sources, I heard that they will be going to Paris."

"Well, you know, it's a secret rendezvous, here. We're just giving them a false clue as we do not want them informed of our honeymoon plans. We don't want guards lurking around everywhere. Just the two of us in a nice secluded place, like Egypt," Lia said, managing to sound glitzy enough to make Emhotip back away.

"No, I do not know. Nevertheless, you must stay in our palace in Alexandria, the only remaining settlement from two thousand years ago," Emhotip said.

We moved there in a limousine, which was somehow hired for me. We entered for a honeymoon suite.

"I've never been to a honeymoon suite in Egypt before," Lia whispered, sounding excited. "They say it's got Jacuzzis, and a balcony, and mini-bar and room service!"

"Isn't that like Atlantis' honeymoon suites?" I asked.

"Well, things seem different here. Besides, I'll actually get to see the pyramids, and the Sphinx. Atlantians are much more pratical, in that they don't care about building mausoleums for the dead, they just cremate them to save time and space," Lia said. "And their temples! Must see the temples too!"

"Cool. I heard that's where Alexander the Great went for an oracle. Maybe I should pay a visit to the Great One, too," I joked.

So off we went, on a honeymoon tour around the temples. Beautiful hieroglyphs covered the walls. Maybe we'll even see a mummy! Like in that movie The Mummy, and maybe some canopic jars! Statues of Egyptian gods were everywhere: Anubis, Aten, Bes, Hathor, Horus, Isis, Osiris, Ptah (seriously! It sounds like a snort!), Ra, and Thoth.

We headed over to the god Ra, since he's like, the most important of all gods. A head-priest came over. Lia and I eyed him curiously, wondering if he harbours any love for any princesses. Gulp! What if he went after Lia! Her name's Alexandria! Everybody knows it's related to Egypt!

"Good afternoon, your highness. What would you like to see?" he asked.

"How about where can we find a girl? She's a daughter of Poseidon and Marduk, just like him," Lia said.

I scowled. 'Son of Poseidon and Marduk'? No way! "Yeah, where

can we find her? And is Lia also a descendent of the gods too?" I asked, getting back at Lia.

The priest raised his hand. "One at a time, please. You, princess of Atlantis, come sit down." He patted at a chair next to a altar. Lia sat down. He took her hand and closed his eyes, muttering nonsensical words. Maybe they're in Egyptian?

Then he let go of Lia's hand as though it was burning him, and gasped, "You! She of the Dead, Nephthys, Lady of the Mansion!" With that, he fell into a dead swoon.