Disclaimer: I do not own the Kane Chronicles, anything real is used fictitiously r and any name that correlates to real life is mere consequence.

Claimer: I do however own my own characters, inventions, and created locations.

NOTE: There is some Spanish and French used in the story and sorry if it is not the best.

Summary:Amos had raised his friends' daughter, Genevieve, as his own since she was eight. Now as she fourteen before he goes to London he convinces her to take the Oath of a Guide of the Pharaoh, even knowing the full meaning Genevieve takes it. When Amos brings back Sadie and Carter she understood her job. She quickly learns being a guide of the Kane family was not easy nor did it ever work out as what the name implies. While Carter and Sadie deal with Set, she is sent into the bigger picture. Unable to understand how she is doing her duty by going on this journey but she didn't have a choice. When returning she realizes the power her journey has and what she is now capable of. But no one returns from a journey without a story to tell and being a different person…

"Change of Course"

Chapter 1 "I Get My First Job,"

There was one way to describe my life, boring. I rarely got to leave my home in Brooklyn. I didn't bother me too much. Studying and practicing. I do get bored after a while but I would never admit it. I would spend hours just laying on patio sunbathing. I would ignore Khufu grunting at me. Philip would snap at me complaining about me not giving him bacon.

"Philip, I'll give you bacon later I want to sunbath," I grumbled. I could hear a guy chuckling. I knew that chuckle and sat straight up.

"Amos," I said with a wide smile. Amos was the closest person I had to a father since I was five. He had taken her in when her parents died. It was a long story that I rather not speak about. I remembered it clear as yesterday and my nightmares refused to let me forget.

"Every time I swear you look more like your mother but act more like your father," chuckled Amos. I hugged Amos. I suppose most people wouldn't hug their godfather in a bikini, but he was nearly my father after all.

"I'm getting ready to head over to London," said Amos. I frowned. But he had just gotten back from the Egypt. I didn't want him to leave. I had been getting a feeling that something bad was going to happen. I'm not diviner but I trust my gut when it comes to bad things. It was like the night my parents were killed by a monster, well that is what the House of Life believed. I knew the truth. They got in a fight, blew up our hours and killed each other. I lived because around my neck was a amulet with the symbol of the House of Life, which arrived and took me to the 1st Nome until they got hold of the only person that my parents would allowed to care for me showed up, they tried to break the binding charms but that didn't end very well.

"So soon," I pouted. It seemed like the last week we had no time together. Not only was he my godfather but he was my teacher. Also I hadn't had a real meal in forever since Khufu can't cook and I was horrible with a stove.

"There is something I need to do. If for some reason I don't come back you know what to do," Amos told. I frowned. I knew what to do but I never wanted to do it. I would have to go to Egypt and take control of the 21st Nome. I would have to assert my family as a Blood of the Pharaoh.

There were two reasons I hated this idea. The first I'm not much of a leader and the second I don't like people trying control my life. I respected Amos, respect is one thing I had before I had ever been taken in by Amos. I had lived in Spain my first seven years. My father had been a very traditional Catholic man and my mother was very rebellious French-American woman. To say the least it was not a happy home behind closed doors. I never said anything about those memories not even Amos. So that is my reason by hating having anyone control my life. My father had created a pure anger for authority, power and control.

"Just be careful. I'm going to work on my animal charming," I said forcing a smile. I faked being okay with Amos leaving. I didn't feel okay about it but I wasn't one to force my opinions on anyone.

"There is one thing I need to ask of you," said Amos, very drawn out. I could tell he was in a great conflict about whatever he was going to ask me. I didn't like that idea of that. That could only mean trouble.

"Yes," I murmured.

"It is about time you have a real title here at 21st Nome. I want to offer you the duty of being a guide of the Kane family," forced out Amos. I was flabbergasted for a while. I couldn't believe it. That was a huge job that hadn't been filled in a really-really long time. No one even truly knew what a guide was anymore. Not to mention the job was very dangerous and was never as it appeared to be. It would be exciting to say the least.

"What would I do?" I asked. I didn't want to be making huge decisions. I was completely capable of making such decisions but I had issues putting aside my morals to do what is needed to be done or what is asked of me.

"I don't really know. No one really does sadly. It is a secret kept between only Guides and all of them have been dead for a very long time. I suppose you'll figure it out," said Amos looking at his watch. I knew he must be running out of time to spare. This was probably very stupid but I had to make a slit-second decision.

"I take the offer. I GenevieveAnscarid, the last member of the House of Ivrea, swear to be the Guide to the House of Kane," I declared with a forceful tone with my wand withdrawn. I had summoned my wand since the oath required it to be present, I fully aware of what I am doing.

"I wish I had more time but I have to get going. Work on some magic," said Amos "and quit sunbathing you're going to look like bacon to Philip."

I turned bright red. Having a Spanish father meant when I tanned I tended to turn a light brown color. I knew was teasing me, being the father figure. He was right though, when I do tan Philip did look at me like I was piece of bacon. I didn't want to become alligator food.

I sighed as Amos left, leaving me alone with the baboon and the alligator. I decided I didn't want to look like bacon and I got dressed in jeans and t-shirt, only made of cotton of course. I braided my long wavy medium brown hair. I went into the library, which I had the key to. For me the library was my school. I had learned everything I knew from this library. Thanks to this place I was only stuck in the 1st Nome for six months.

"Hopper, time to wake up," I said opening my magician's box. My one-legged clay shabti hopped out of the box. She looked at me expectantly. She was more annoying than Philip's begging.

"Yes, my mistress," said Hopper. I rolled my eyes, she knew I hated that. It sounded so wrong. True as it is I don't like to admit that I did practically enslave Hopper.

"Find me a book about guides," I ordered. She disappeared with a loud crack. I decided to conjure up a Green Iguana to talk to. It could practice my animal charming.

"Hello dama," flickered the Green Iguana. I smiled at lizard holding out my arm, it crawled up my arm.

"Hola lagarto," I replied, it was always best to great a lizard by just saying 'hello lizard' without trying to name it or accidently say the wrong species, I learned that very quickly. I'm sure it sounded and looked strange to an outsider but I've never seen myself communicate with iguana. It bopped its head up and down as he flicked his tongue on me.

"Hueles bien," said the Iguana. I gave him my 'I'm-not-a-snack look'. Lizards always hungry. Not to mention very temperamentally company.

"Yo no soy un aperitivo," I confirmed to the iguana. I was not going to become iguana snack. The iguana bobbed his head and flicked his tongue irritably.

"Sólo quiero un bocado," flickered the Iguana. I glared at him, he was not going to take a chunk out of me. Stupid iguanas.

"You aren't going to take one bite of me. If you don't start behaving I'll send you to a zoo," I scolded. The lizard puffed up angrily. I got angry with him and with a cloud of green dust he disappeared, back to the jungle with him.

"The book my dama," said Hopper. She hopped over and dropped the book on the table. I would take dama over mistress. Dama in Spanish meant noblewoman, which is a lot better then mistress.

"Are my services done?" asked Hopper. I thought about if there was anything else I needed. I suppose since she was already out she could get a few more things for me.

"I need you to find the Book of Water Elemental Magic and Lizard Charming," I said.

I flipped through the book labeled in hieroglyphs that read the 'The Guide's Handbook'. The book with bounded by old vellum but the inside of the book was on papyrus. This had obviously be re-bounded several times. The hieroglyphs glowed with my touch and it changed to English. I read from a note inside that the book would change languages for the owner of the book, once a book has claimed a new owner it is bound to them for eternity, and that it was impossible to pass a book along and the only way to get a new book to pass on is when a guide dies. When I guide dies their experiences and knowledge turns into a book with the final bit of their magic. I also learned that it would change languages if someone around me was able to read the language. Also if someone would try to read it or steal it, it would burn them.

I suppose this book would be a great help to guides back in the day but it hadn't been updated in a few thousand years. It was going to be help with modern society but I supposed all the spells, explanations, regulations, rules, references, and other important advice. I decided it would be staying with me for now on since it had claimed me. Amos wouldn't mind, it's not like he could use it anyways. Since apparently only guides could and one couldn't be the guide of their own family.

Hopper dropped two more books on the table. I patted her head, she grumbled at me. I couldn't help not smirking. It was quite hilarious to see a tiny three inch tall statue glaring at me. I'd like to see it try to do anything.

"Thank you Hopper, your service is no longer needed," I said. Hopper jumped back into my box.

I spent most of the day looking at the books. I had been trying to use water magic for what seemed ages. I would get close then it would fall short. I kept trying every day but it was a hard type of magic to do.

"Maw," I said. Tiny droplets of water formed in the air and wouldn't formed into water ball. I felt woozy from the amount of power I was using. The water crashed the floor and I stumbled backwards.

I decided I was done for the day. I left the water element book on the table. I took the guide book and the lizard charming book. I left the library locking it behind me.

I went up to my room and passed out on my bed for four hours. When I got up I remembered I wanted to go to the store. I found a cotton green hoodie. I found a message bag in my closet and I put my wand, my magic box, my wallet, my cellphone, and my keys.

"Khufu, I'll be back in a few minutes," I said. I walked out the front door and into the chill Brooklyn air. If you've ever been walking through Brooklyn alone, you can understand why I walked fast and why I was nervous of every single person. I got food and I went straight home. I didn't stop for anything.

I got home tossing the groceries on the counter. I gave Khufu some cheerios. I refused to feed him the flamingos Amos had gotten for him. It's so disgusting. I found a pot and attempted to make ramen noodles. I managed not to start the house on fire, I considered that my cooking success of the day. Give me a break, no one ever taught me to cook. I made a plate of bacon and I threw it to Philip, who grumbled with satisfaction.

I went into my room after summoning a kitchen shabti because I was exhausted. The water elemental magic had really taken in out of me. I had never conjured that much water before for that long. My specialty doesn't lie in elemental magic but I still want to know how to use it. My specialty lies in animal charming. But I'm still good at combat magic, after the battle adrenaline wears off I usually get very weak and sometimes passed out. I knew some healing magic but it really drains me, and I was getting good at charm making and statuary magic. But trying to learn that much really drains you and might drive someone insane.

I fall back on my bed. I was so tired. Very, very tired. I forced myself to change. I put my new books on my dresser. On my dresser a picture that caught my eyes. It was a picture of my parents and I. I stared at it for a few minutes than put the frame facedown. I couldn't sleep with the looking at me. Soon as I hit my bed I passed out, even with the not very comfortable pillow.

I was hoping for a nice peaceful sleep but no my Ba wanted to go for a midnight walk. This had been happening to do it for years, so I didn't freak me out anymore. But looking down at your sleeping self can really mess with as people.

I was standing in my childhood home living room. It was a Spanish house on the Mediterranean Sea. The view overlooking the harbor was stunning. It was bright and cheerful but definitely the house of two mature adults. The main hints there was even a child living there was the coloring books on the coffee table and the children's books on the end table.

I forced myself to watch myself at eight years old trying to write a note to my mom in French sitting at the coffee table. My handwriting wasn't the best but I was however writing in perfect French grammar. I was so excited by my note I ran into the kitchen to show my mom. I wanted to stop my eight year old self but I couldn't.

I ran into the kitchen to give my mom the note. "Mère," I called. When I got inside I start to recoil. I could tell when my parents were fighting. I knew it was never a good idea to be anywhere near them when they fought.

"Speak Spanish girl, you are Spaniard act like it!" boomed my father. I kept backing up. I was terrified of my father. He had a very nasty temper and when he started to drink, well I think you get the picture.

"Don't speak to her like that!" yelled my mother standing between me and my father. She was very outspoken and stubborn. She also was my mother. A very protective mother that would do anything for me.

I could feel the magic tension in the air. I shoved my note in my mom's back pocket and ran into the living room. I hid between the couch and the wall covering my ears. I hated it when they fought but I knew better then to get in the way. I also knew when I could feel that tingly feeling in the air it was time to take cover.

BOOM! The sound blew out the windows and made my ears ring. The air filled with hot thick air. The whole house shook. Then it started to come crumbling down. I should have been crushed but an invisible protective shield created from the Pair Ankh symbol on my amulet around my neck saved my life.

A gentle male voice spoke to me. Reach out a hand to me. I keep moving away still unable to hear properly. I could hear muffled words. My hearing slowly returned. It didn't sound like Amos, it didn't look like Amos. I recognized the person.

I shot straight up in bed. My heart was pounding. I had never seen that last bite before. Why was Desjardins there? Why didn't I remember that? Why did I remember him now there but not before? I was so confused. I wrote down the whole thing I experienced in a notebook. I wrote every little detail I could remember.

I heard people outside in the hall. I peered out the hallway. I saw Khufu with a teenage boy and girl. I quickly closed my door when they looked my direction. Who were they? Where was Amos? Why was Khufu with them? When they went into their rooms I walked into the hall. I walked down stairs.

"Amos," I called. Not too loud, not too quite. He suddenly appeared out of the library. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Something was right. Something didn't feel right about Amos.

"Hello, angel," greeted Amos. It sounded strange out of Amos's mouth. I thought maybe my dream was still messing with me. I didn't think too much about it.

"Who are they?" I asked. Amos chuckled. I wasn't usually straightforward but when I was I was extremely blunt.

"My niece and nephew, Sadie and Carter," replied Amos. My eyes got as big a saucers. Amos looked like he was trying to keep from laughing.

"Let me guess the reason I'm the Kane family guide," I offered. Amos nodded. I knew I would be spending a lot of time helping and keeping them alive. But that is what I signed up for.

"Yes, is something bothering you?" asked Amos. I lowered my eyebrows. I was quite certain I wasn't acting like anything was bothering me. Of course, I was thinking about the dream.

"Not really. But I do have a question," I said. Everything in my body told me that something wasn't right with Amos. The hair on my skin kept standing up when he got close.

"Yes?" asked Amos. He had an intense stare. It was creeping me out. I couldn't sake that feeling.

"That night when my parents died who was first magician to arrive?" I asked. Amos looked at me in a deep thought for a minute. I saw something flash in his eyes. I was interested about it but scared of it too.

"Desjardins," told Amos. Why hadn't I been told this? I mean it was lifesaving information but I would have lived to known. I don't remember much past the fight between my parents.

I said nothing more but then went straight into my room. I flipped the picture over again. I looked at it. My memory about that night and the nights the fallowed were still so fuzzy. I supposed I was so scared and also still healing from being there when the house exploded.

"Mère, what secrets were you hiding. Did you know Desjardins? Why was Desjardins there only minutes after whatever happened? Why is my memory so fuzzy about that night and the days that fallowed?" I asked. Of course, I got no answer. I found it strange how I could remember that day clear as day but after the fight and hiding I couldn't remember a thing. Sighed putting the picture back down.

I feel back down onto the bed. Just as I was about to fall asleep. I heard something in my ear.


Author's Note: I really hoped you enjoyed this story. It's my first Kane Chronicles story. Please review, I would love to hear what you guys think. Reviews will make the next chapter come faster. Sorry for my poor French and Spanish skills, it's been a while since I used them. Context clues help you figure out what those parts say. Also if I missed anything let me know. I love honest reviews, constructive criticism is welcome on this story.