Welcome to a teenager version of the Kane Brothers. Julius is fifteen, Amos is thirteen. OCs are all about fifteen as well, with the exception of Kyra who is twelve.

I don't own the Kane Chronicles.

List of OCs sofar:

Caroline Smith

Lilia (don't have a last name yet)

Kyra Teal

Margaret (no last name yet)

I'm also willing to throw in OCs you want involved, just PM me the details and I'll see what i can do.

-Caroline Smith-

"How annoying," I seethed once I managed to pull away from the grinning moron. "Is there a possible way to not be hit on by a pompous idiot?"

Cairo was under ill weather, so I couldn't go outside like I usually do to gather my thoughts again. And he had to make it worse by trying to make a move? The nerve.

Lilia spotted me and started to follow me down the hall. "Someone looks like a storm cloud today," she shot me a pouty face along with her comment.

"How could you tell?" My eyes rolled out of sarcasm.

"Let me see, was it a guy?" Lilia didn't have to guess to hard. "Why don't you just date one, get them to stop finally-"

"Because I don't want to date someone who only thinks along the lines of 'how big is my kophesh' and 'her ass is the best thing to look at'."

Lilia laughed, earning weird glares from everyone we passed. "Gods Caroline, not all of them think like that. And not all of them are combat."

"The ones that are getting in my face are combat magicians, Lilia." I continued much to my annoyance.

"Okay, who was it that asked this time anyways?" She wondered.

"That pompous Kane guy, I don't remember his first name-" I snapped my fingers as I tried to remember.

"You mean Julius?" Lilia smirked now. "Okay, I don't blame you for being pissy about that guy. But he is pretty hot-"

"An annoying hot-air balloon." I interrupted as I stopped before the library. "I still need to work on my research paper." I hated myself for remembering, not as if the day wasn't already shitty.

"Oh, the genealogy one?" Lilia frowned. "Damn, and I was just going to ask you to try a restaurant with me."

"Try it for me then," I smirked as her eyes lit up. "Tell me how you rate it and I'll go with you next time if it's good enough."

"Alright, I'll see you tonight!" She continued down the hall as I hesitated to enter the library.

As usual, you couldn't find anything you needed thanks to everyone else using it. Hell, rarely anyone actually entered the library anymore. I knew I wasn't going to get much done, but it was enough to get my mind on something else other than his arrogant smile.

"Excuse me," a voice started to my right.

I jumped and ended up drawing a dark squiggle on my scroll that I was taking notes on. I turned to see another familiar face peering at me with a small curl forming on the edge of his mouth. "I truly didn't mean to scare you, sorry," he apologized quickly once I realized I didn't know his name.

"No, that's okay," I nodded my head, earning a smile from the other. "Can I help you on something?"

"Uh, well," his eyes drifted to one of the scrolls I managed to yank from a shabti. "I was wondering if you were working on your heritage report."

"Oh, you're in my class right?" I finally managed to recall where I had seen him; he was always quiet though compared to the other guys.

"Yeah," came his only response, therefore making this conversation awkward.

I cleared my throat and gestured him to sit. He wasn't sure about it, but he finally gave in and planted about five books on the table. "Have you decided who you're doing your report on then?" I asked, trying not to make it seem weird.

He grew somewhat embarrassed now. "Yeah, Narmer."

My eyes widened to that. "Oh, why are you embarrassed by that?"

"I prefer not to talk about being of royal blood," he explained swiftly. "You?"

I froze as his eyes stayed on me for half a minute before he grew nervous. "You okay?" He finally asked.

"Sorry, just," I started to laugh now. "Everyone else would easily take up bragging rights for being Blood of the Pharaohs."

He rolled his eyes. "You mean the arrogant and stuck up magicians?"

I smirked now, "well, seems we have the same views on our peers." I summed up as I extended my hand, "I'm Caroline."

He reached my hand with his, "Amos."

We shook hands before pulling back. "So, you didn't answer my question," he started. "Who are you doing your report on?"

"Oh," I straightened my posture as I took in that he had in fact asked me that question. "It's kind of odd; I don't think you really want to know."

"I don't think anything can beat my brother's," he smirked. "He wrote a five minute report on a monkey, didn't even take the time to specify what species of monkey it actually was."

I caught myself laughing, struggling to contain it as he let out a small laugh in amusement. "Okay, that's bad," I finalized.

"No one said he was smart," Amos added.

I sighed, not proud of my bloodline. "I'm a descendant of Cleopatra."

He nodded, interest sparking in his brown eyes. "That's obviously a harder report than mine."

I laughed a little out of nervousness, "yeah, I can barely get any information on her that I'm struggling to even start."

Amos took in his stack of books for a second before facing me again. "You do realize you don't have to limit your research to the contents in the library, right?"

"Yeah, but my family isn't all that enthused about her," I admitted. "How did you even manage to get a book?"

He shot me a sympathetic smile as he pulled a shabti out, a highly detailed one at that. "Here, ask for something," he instructed as he placed it between us on the table, standing upright.

"Uh," I kept my eyes on him.

He just gave an encouraging nod, which I peered at the shabti. "A scroll on Pharaoh Cleopatra." I never was much good with a shabti.

But it came to life and suddenly attacked another shabti. I grew alarmed as I stood up from my seat, Amos just watching. They wrestled until the detailed shabti won, returning with a scroll that it placed on the table and returned to clay in the spot it once stood. My eyes stared at him as he finally faced me, amusement in his expression.

"Didn't think it was weird that it attacked another shabti?" I grew somewhat irritated by his calm reaction.

"How else do you think you're going to get it?" Amos spoke matter-of-factly. "You can keep Kuhn; I need to busy myself with making another anyways."

"You're going to make another wrangling shabti?" I snarled, I knew he was too good to be true. "Just keep him, I don't want one."

Amos gave me a confused look, as if wondering what he had done wrong. "You're his master now, no take backs." He informed dryly as he stood up and grabbed his books again. "Good luck on your paper."

I snorted as he left, leaving me alone with the rabid shabtis scurrying like mad in the library. I finally sat down and took in the shabti. It really was way too detailed for such a simple job. "Why would anyone give up something so finely crafted?" I wondered as my eyes traced the path he had taken to the library doors minutes ago.

I finally gave up on my paper, rolling my scroll horribly as I turned to the shabti again. I wanted to leave it there, forget what I even saw it do. But a bad feeling leaked in to someone else finding it. I sighed and snatched the shabti, quickly hiding him in my purse with my notes before leaving.