*Annabelle's P.O.V.*

I smoothed out my outfit as I stood in front of the Museum of Antiquities, where my sister works. I sighed. This is it. And finally, I opened the doors, and entered the museum. I looked around, only to see everything clean and neat. I smiled. I should have known that's how things were going to be if my sister worked here. Suddenly there were many loud bangs from the other side of the museum, causing me to jump. I then quickly ran to the room where I heard the noise from. As I was running, I bumped into someone. I looked up, and saw Dr. Bey, the curator of the museum. He looked at me in shock for a second, and then bowed his head slightly in respect, making me return the gesture.

"Miss Carnahan," he greeted, and I smiled a small smile.

"Dr. Bey," I answered, and he smiled a small smile as well, "Do you know where I could find my sister?" I asked, and he nodded.

"She is right over there," he pointed to the room on the other side of the hallway.

"Isn't that where-?"

"The noise came from?" he interrupted, and I nodded, "Yes. Your sister has been causing me a lot of problems," I looked at him in disbelief. My sister? The angel of the family?

"Are we talking about the same person?" I asked, and he nodded.

"I'm afraid we are," was his reply, and I frowned. I never would have guesses. I sighed, and then quickly headed to the room the curator pointed at. I could hear him right behind me. Once I entered the room, I froze, causing Dr. Bey to bump into me. I looked around the room, not believing my eyes. It was a mess! And I'm not talking about a normal mess. This was the library, and all of the bookshelves, except for the ones that were against the wall, were on the floor, along with the books. Many books have fallen apart, and the pages were flying in the air. The bookshelves have fallen like a domino, each one hitting the next one, until they have made a full circle, and right in the middle was my younger sister.

"Wha-?!" Dr. Bey exclaimed, stepping on one of the bookshelves, looking around, "Ho-Ho-?" he stammered, looking and gesturing to everything around him, "How...?" he trailed off as his eyes settled on my sister, "Look at this! Sons of the Pharaohs! Give me frogs! Flies! Locusts! Anything but you!" he yelled angrily, walking over to my sister, pointing at her with his finger. I sighed a quiet sigh, and jumped over one of the bookshelves, walking over to them as well. Once Evy saw me, her eyes widened slightly. She then looked back at Dr. Bey. "In comparison to you, plagues are a joy!"

"I'm sorry, that was an accident," she apologized, making the curator sigh.

"An accident was when Ramses destroyed Syria. But this is a catastrophe! Why do I put up with you?!"

"Well you put up with me because I can read and write in Ancient Egyptian," my sister answered smartly. "I can decipher hieroglyphs and hieratics. And I'm the only person within a thousand miles, other than Annabelle, who knows how to properly code and-and catalog this library! That's why!"

"I put up with you because your sister is the greatest archaeologist on this planet and because your parents were our finest patrons," Dr. Bey said, making Evy's gaze fall to the floor for a minute, "Allah rest their souls," he muttered, before looking at my sister sharply, "Now, I don't care how you do this, or how long it will take you. Clean this up!" he sneered, and then stormed out of the library.

I sighed, and then looked at my sister, who wouldn't meet my gaze. I walked over to her, and pulled her into a hug. She quickly returned it, and I could feel her shaking. She was crying. I sniffled a little as a couple of tears fell down my face as well. After a minute or two we pulled away, and I looked at her with a smile. She has changed so much! She is no longer the 13 year old girl that I knew and left behind when I was 15. She is now a beautiful 19-year-old woman.

"I've missed you so much, Anna," she said quietly, still crying, making me smile at the nickname all my family always used.

"I missed you, too," She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a noise from the other room behind her. Evy turned around to look in that direction, and then looked back at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and started walking towards the room, and she quickly followed behind, putting her glassed down on the table. Once we entered the room, I noticed it was the room in the museum where all the tombs were.

"Hello?" Evy and I both called out, but there was no answer. I looked around for a second, before taking out my gun that was hidden beneath my dress. I looked back at Evy for a second, whose eyes widened at the sight of my gun, before turning back around and taking a step forward. Evy and I both walked further in, looking around.

"Abdul? Mohammett? Bob?" Evy called the names quietly, probably hoping the noise was one of her friends. I turned to my right and eyed the space further down, until I heard a noise behind me, causing me to whip around and position my gun in front of me, with my finger very close to the trigger. I walked forward towards an opened tomb, where I heard the noise come from. As I came closer, I could feel Evy starting to take sharp breaths. I walked closer to the tomb, and peeked inside. Suddenly Evy and I both screamed and jumped away as a rotten mummy shot out from the tomb with a shriek. I took a deep breath for a second and placed my hand on Evy's arm to calm her down, before putting my gun away, as I heard someone laughing from the inside of the tomb. I sighed, and looked in that direction as I saw our older brother sit up in the tomb, putting an arm around the mummy. He has also changed. He was no longer the 29-year-old idiot I left behind. He was now a 35-year-old idiot.

"Have you no respect for the dead?" I asked Jonathan, and he looked at me, his eyes widening.

"Anna?" he choked out, and I smiled, confirming his thoughts. He then quickly jumped out of the tomb and engulfed me in a huge hug. I smiled softly and hugged him back tightly. We stayed like this for a moment, and then he pulled away, looking me up and down, "Wow," he breathed out, making me smile. Still the same old Jonathan. He then turned his gaze to look at our younger sister, "You know, now that Anna's here, you can finally lighten up," Evy only scoffed and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Like you? Get out of here before you destroy my career like you did yours," she ordered angrily, putting the mummy away.

"My dear, sweet, baby sisters. I'll have you both know that at this moment my career is on a high note," Jonathan said, and Evy rolled her eyes.

"High note?" she scoffed, "Jonathan, please. I have made a mess, and the school in Bembridge has rejected my application once again," she sighed in disappointment, sitting down a base of one of the statues, "They say I don't have as much experience in the field as our sister, so therefor I am not good enough," I smiled at her sadly and sat down next to her, wrapping a comforting arm around her, while she lied her head on my shoulder. I looked at Jonathan, who was giving our sister a sympathetic look, pointedly and he quickly walked over to us, kneeling down in front of Evy and grabbing her hands in his.

"Well, you always have me," he said, making her smile despite her sadness. He grinned and then tapped my nose, standing up and looking for something inside the tomb. "Besides, I have something that will definitely lighten you up."

"Oh no, another piece of jewelry without value?" Evy groaned, "You want me to give the curator some trash?-" she stopped herself abruptly as Jonathan held up a small box in front of her, sitting down next to us. My eyes widened.

"Where did you get this?" I asked, and he looked at me. I could see them from the corner of my eye, but I was too concentrated on the box. It seemed to be a puzzle box, with many different hieroglyphs all over it. I started mumbling to myself as I read quietly, and turned the box in my fingers.

"On a dig. Down in Thebes," he answered, making me roll my eyes slightly. Both of my siblings are horrible liars. And Jonathan was definitely lying now, "I have never found anything in my life. Please tell me this is worth something, Anna," he practically begged as I kept playingwith the box. Suddenly my finger pressed a hidden button, making the box click open, revealing eight different-shaped edges, and a map made out of papyrus. I could tell the map was very old. It had around couple thousand years.

"Jonathan," I said quietly, taking out the map carefully, a smile growing on my face.

"Yes?" my brother whispered, making my smile widen.

"I thing you've found something,"


"You see the cartouche?" Evy pointed to the seal on the map that lied on Dr. Bey's desk, before walking over to stand next to where he was sitting on the chair behind his desk. As soon as we discovered the map in Jonathan's puzzle box, Evy grabbed it and ran with it to Dr. Bey's office. "It's the official royal seal of Seti I, I'm sure of it,"

"So am I," I nodded.

"Perhaps," was all Dr. Bey replied, putting away his magnifying glass.

"Two questions," Jonathan spoke up, walking over to stand next to me on my other side of Dr. Bey's desk, "Who the hell is Seti I? And was he rich?" I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"He was the last pharaoh of the Old Kingdom," I explained shortly.

"Said to be the wealthiest of them all," Evy piped in, looking at Jonathan with a smirk.

"Alright, good, that's good. I like this fellow," Jonathan said with a greedy grin on his face, "I like him very much," I shook my head at him, before looking back at Dr. Bey.

"I've already dated it. This map is almost four thousand years old. And look at this," I pointed to a specific city on the map. "It's Hamunaptra,"

"My dear girl, don't be ridiculous," Dr. Bey looked at me, putting away the magnifying glass that he picked up to examine the map once more. "We are scholars, not treasure hunters. Hamunaptra is a myth made up by Arabic locals to attract tourists,"

"I am not a scholar," I said, "I am an explorer, as you well know, and an archaeologist. Yes, I know about all this ridiculous talk about the mummy that protects the city, but based on my research, I came to a conclusion that the city itself may have actually existed," I finished, looking up at Evy as I said the last part, and saw her eyes light up in interest.

"Are we talking about the Hamunaptra?" Jonathan asked, leaning against the curator's desk.

"The City of The Dead, where the early pharaohs were told to have hidden the wealth of Egypt," Evy said, smiling at him in excitement.

"Yes, yes, in a-a-a big underground treasure chamber," Jonathan remembered, walking away from the desk. He turned around to look at us as he heard Dr. Bey scoff, "Oh come one, everyone knows this story. The entire necropolis was rigged to sink into the sand," he said, walking over to stand next to me again. "On pharaoh's command; a flick of the switch! And the whole place could disappear beneath the dunes."

"As the Americans would say: it's all fairy tales and hokum-oh my goodness!" Dr. Bey suddenly exclaimed as he threw the map that was now on fire to the floor. While he was examining it further, the map caught fire from the lit candle that was on his desk. Evy and Jonathan quickly ran over and fell to their knees, hitting it against the carpet, trying to put the fire out. I, however, stood still and watched Dr. Bey with suspicion. He would never be so careless to set such an important artifact in history on fire. Something is wrong. He did it on purpose.

"You burned it!" Jonathan exclaimed in disbelief. "You burned off the part with the Lost City!"

"It's for the best, I'm sure of it," Dr. Bey said nonchalantly. "Many men have wasted their lives in foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra. No one's ever found the city... And most have never returned."