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Hey guys!

So, I'm starting a new story!

I actually have no idea what it's going to be about. But I thought I'd write a new one for you guys.

Twins is actually taking a very long time. It's because ArianaWeasly is really busy, and she can't write that much anymore. And we are still plotting the storyline for the arena. Yeah. Just expect Twins to update once or twice a month. Sorry for the wait guys.

This story is from my iPad so I can write it where ever. ArianaWeasly also wrote some parts of this. (Through email) She will co-write with me again for this story. But, I'll probably write most of it.

I actually have no idea what this story will be called. Maybe you guys can Review/PM me any suggestions?

Anyways guys, I hope you like this story! I will have chapter 2 up in a day or so.

- Kat

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I take tired steps at the stairs creak noisily. The stairs seem to go on forever. My legs are now like lead…

Hours, maybe days, later…I make it to the top. I'd been too busy counting the stairs (3,077) to notice the trap door. That's how I ended up with a huge bump on my head as I crawled out of the trap door, and into the sunlight.

The sunlight stung my skin. I was burning. I had been in the dark for too long that my skin reacts differently to the sun. Maybe I had been inside for weeks.

The sunlight blinded me; it was like trying to stare at a diamond while white light is shining on it.

I shielded my eyes from the sun, trying to look around. I took in the sight of my surroundings; I was at Giza, in Egypt! That was impossible. I entered the tunnel in Quebec, Canada. All I did was take the stairs, and I end up here. Amazing.

I walked around, looking curiously at the people dressed in layers. It was blazing hot here. Like inside an oven right after you baked a cake. Why would they want to wear layers of fabric?

Some people studied me with funny looks. I get them. A pale girl with dark mahogany brown hair in a thigh-length light blue dress, and black knee-length boots. And the fact that i was probably also dirty.

I smiled at the people who were staring at me. They mumbled in Egyptian, and walked towards me. They had angry expressions on their faces.

One old woman suddenly came up to me. Her tanned skin was rough, like leather. She wore a white long sleeved dress; good for keeping cool in the hot sun. On her feet were thin sandals, almost worn through at the heels.

She came up to me, babbling in a strange language that definitely wasn't Egyptian, or English or French for that matter. I only spoke English and French, because I grew up in Quebec.

The strange old lady got inches away from my face, her black eyes wide. She grabbed the neck of my shirt, and pulled me so close her nose was almost touching mine.

"Waar is hy? Waar teh hulle verberg my seun?" She mumbled frantically.

"What?" I said.

"Waar is hy?" the woman repeated frantically.

"Uh, I don't speak your language," I said slowly. "Do you speak English?"

The old woman just looked at me with a confused look on her face.

"Uh, Parlez-vous français?" I asked.

The woman's face lit up, "Oui!" She replied. She began to speak in rapid French. It was lucky I knew it very well; otherwise I wouldn't have been able to keep up.

"Avez-vous vu mon fils? Où est-il? Savez-vous où ils l'ont caché?" She said in a thick accent.

She looked at me expectantly, as if I could make it rain if I wanted it to. I thought about what she said. She had been asking me where her son was, and if i knew where they had taken him. Who were 'they'?

"Désolé, je n'ai pas vu votre fils. Qu'est-ce qui lui est arrivé?" I replied. I had told her I didn't know where her son was, and asked what had happened to him.

"Permettez-moi de vous montrer..." the woman replied, taking her hand in mine.

We were walking, then in the next second we were in front of the pyramid. None of the tourists paid any attention to us. As if we were invisible.

I was staring at the wall of the pyramid. It was just blocks of limestone. What did she need in here?

"Allez!" The old woman barked at me. She was frantically gesturing to the limestone blocks. "Qu'est-ce que vous attendez?Entrer!" She said.

I blinked. "Quoi?" What? I asked her. Then in front of me, a doorway appeared. She waved her hand again, gesturing for me to go in.

I uncertainly stepped in the pyramid. She came in after me.

She scooted beside me, and said, "Allez! Allez!" The old lady said. She tugged on my hands; She had them at a firm grip.

We walked faster and faster. Deeper into the pyramid. The passageways were getting narrower. Not again, I thought. I've had about enough for small spaces.

The old lady started talking in non-stop French. My head started spinning. I couldn't understand her. French was my birth tongue. But I had grew up speaking English.

I snapped my fingers, her language immediately switching to perfect English. I had perfected that power.

"Hurry! My son! He has to be saved! Hurry! He is buried! Buried! Hurry!" She was mumbling over and over.

We finally reached a pair of doors, visible only because of the small lamp hanging over them.

"Inside," the woman said, shoving the doors open roughly. We walked inside. It was a dark room, only lit by two lamps.

The lady nudged me inside. There was a sudden crunch under my foot. "What was that?!" I yelped.

"Shh, shh, it's just bones," said the woman. "Just bones."

"Bones?!" I squeaked. I was not a fan of dead things. Especially people.

"Yes, now go stand over there, near that cercueil," she said.

The English was beginning to wear off. I snapped my fingers again, louder this time, and the French switched back into English.

"Debout là-bas maintenant! Stand over there! Near that coffin! Quickly now!" The woman ushered me over to a long, decorative box. It was the coffin, or cercueil. "Face the corner!"

Confused, I stood next to the coffin, and faced the dark corner. It was covered with silvery spider webs. "What does this have to do with your son?" I complained.

"Absoluut niks my liewe," the old woman muttered in her strange tongue.

"What?"

"Just face the corner!" The woman said sharply.

I faced the corner. I stood there for at least a minute, when I started to get agitated. Strange sounds were coming from behind me. They sounded like small cries of pain, mixed with the meowing of a cat. I didn't want to disobey the lady's orders, so I stayed facing the corner. The noises kept getting louder though, so I finally decided to take a peek.

I turned around slowly. Before I could face the woman though, I saw something moving on the wall. It was the woman's shadow.

Her hunchback form was arching into a long, arched back. Her fingernails grew claws, and her hands transformed into large, powerful paws. Her limbs grew muscular and lean. The sounds of ripping fabric echoed through the room as her clothes grew too small for her. A long, flexible tail suddenly appeared. Last but not least, a snout formed, and two ears sprung up out of her head.

Horrified, I turned around completely and faced what had once been an old lady, but now was a tiger. Bold stripes decorated her body, and her lips curled back, revealing a set of pointed teeth. A growl came out of her throat, soft at first, but then gradually growing louder. She threw back her head, and let out a loud roar.

Then she lunged at me...

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Cliff ending! Lol.

What do you think so far?

Review please! And tell people about this story!

- Kat

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