Ben Gates, dedicated treasure-hunter was sitting at home, poring over old documents that he was using to help him write a speech for one of the many museums, when the doorbell rang. It was a common occurance, and usually he would go straight over to find who it was. But this time, he was so engrossed in his work, that he barely even heard the ringing.

Only when the persistent ringer refused to give up, Ben finally stood up and made his way over toward the front door. He was expecting it to be Riley who was his best friend, but he was greatly mistaken. In fact, the girl that stood at the front door of Ben's house, was in fact quite striking.

She had bright red hair that frizzed in many directions at once, with incredibly pale blue eyes. Her face had an inquisitive look about it, as if she was born to ask questions. She was much younger then Ben, probably in her early twenties.

"Yes? May I help you?" Ben asked her, puzzled.

"I take it your Ben Gates?"

"Yes. And you are…"

"Amelie Thibault. You're a treasure hunter, yes? And you are a history nut, right?"

Ben tilted his head slightly at her questions, obviously trying to figure out what she wanted.

"Yes, I am. Is there something you want?"

She nodded, before pulling off her backpack, and carefully extricating an old leather-bound book. She handed it to Ben reverently, and he looked at it curiously before realizing she was still talking.

"Actually, I was hoping you would be able to help me. It's about history."