Hey Readers! So I finished this chapter a lot earlier than I thought I would. I guess it's cause I was looking forward to writing it. But, please enjoy! Disclaimer: One again, I don't own the Secret Saturdays.

We didn't go out looking for her. We knew we wouldn't find her anyway. She had her jetpack with her and even if Doyle had used his, she had a pretty good head start.

My parents said I should just try to go back to sleep. Yeah, right, like that was going to happen. After that dream I was kind of scared to go back to sleep. And after tonight, I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to sleep with all these thoughts racing through my head. So I was surprised to find that as soon as I put my head down on my pillow, I was completely exhausted. It wasn't long before I was out.

It felt like I'd only been asleep for a few minutes before Mom was shaking me awake. I hadn't dreamt of anything, or if I had I couldn't remember.

"Zak, you got to wake up, hon," she whispered.

I pulled the covers up over my head. "Fi'e more minu…."

"Nope. Come on, sweetheart. If you don't get up quick, Komodo will eat your breakfast," she said.

I bolted out of bed and ran to the kitchen.

The airship was a whole lot smaller than our house had been. It wasn't really built for people to be living in it for too long, but we had used it plenty of times when we were stuck somewhere overnight with nowhere else to sleep. It had three bedrooms. One for Mom and Dad, one for Doyle, and one for me. Fisk had been camping out on the couch while Komodo had just taken up the floor with a couple of blankets and pillows. Zon usually stayed outside wherever we had stopped for the night.

The kitchen wasn't much more than a small fridge, microwave and a puny countertop. Still, Mom had managed to make up some pancakes and a little bit of bacon. Sure enough, Komodo was trying to eat up what was left after everyone else had finished.

"Hey, hey, hey, I still need to eat some of that!" I grabbed a plate and piled most of what was left on, but still gave Komodo a couple pieces of bacon. I didn't know how he had managed to sleep through last night, but I was kind of glad he had.

Doyle and Fisk were scarfing down what was left of their own breakfast. Dad was on the other side of the ship, driving us….somewhere. Through the window, I could see Zon was outside, flying along with the ship. She probably wanted the exercise or something.

"Hey, look who finally decided to wake up and join the rest of the world!" Doyle announced when I sat down and start shoveling food into my mouth. "I was about to go in there with a bucket of ice water."

"Oh, be quiet," Mom said to her brother as she joined us. "When you're done come meet us up front. We've got to talk about something." She went up with Dad.

"Gee, what could that possibly be about?" I said sarcastically.

"Not Abbey, actually," Doyle said. I must've looked skeptical because he kept going. "Well maybe a little bit, but for the most part, probably not. Which reminds me, you said that you and Abbey had been talking before the rest of us came in. Um…what did she say?"

"Not much. Just that she needed to talk to me about something and that it was important."

"Oh." Doyle was silent for a few seconds, staring off into space. Then he came back around and focused on me. "Well hurry up so we can get to that talk and get started on the more interesting stuff." He got up, tossed his dishes in the sink and started to walk out.

"Wait, so you already know what it's about?"

"Of course I do. They told me before you got up."

"Why am I always the last to know everything?"

"Because…you're eleven?" He smirked at me and left.

"Unbelievable!" I said, turning to Fisk. "That's totally unfair! Don't you think so?"

Fisk shrugged. "Kinda," he muttered and followed Doyle out. Well, that was a little bit of an improvement. Before last night, I hadn't heard him say a word since….Well, anyway he was talking now. Just not much. I thought I might've had an idea about what was bugging him, but I wasn't sure and wasn't going to say anything about it until I knew for sure.

I finished my breakfast quickly, downed a quick glass of milk, and ran out after everyone else.

When I found them, everyone was clearly waiting for me. The ship was on autopilot, but I still didn't know where we were going. We were too high for me to tell through the window. I jumped into a chair next to Dad and sighed.

"What's wrong?" my father asked.

"Am I about to get yelled at?" I said, my voice sounding whiny.

"Um, no," Mom said, raising an eyebrow. "But we did want to talk a little about what Abbey said."

Here we go. "Mmkay. So, Argost wants to get back at me for my kicking his butt down in Antarctica and stopping him from getting Kur. Not that surprising actually. I'm just glad he hasn't found out yet."

"Why would you think he had found out? It's only been a few days."

I hesitated. What was I supposed to say? Well, last night I had this weird dream that Argost had somehow gotten a hold of me, beat me up, and found out that I was actually Kur. Then my Mom would either tell me everything was going to be okay or start talking about how prophetic dreams had been theorized before, neither of which I really wanted to hear. Dad would tell me it was nothing to worry about, which I might've wanted to hear. Doyle would laugh at me for freaking out over nothing.

"No reason. Just….worrying over nothing." I shrugged and switched the subject back. "But we'll just try to stay away from Argost and his cronies for awhile."

"Why do you think we're flying so high? The airship is easily spotted," Dad said. "But you're right. Luckily, after his loss with Kur, Argost isn't too likely to try anything too big for awhile until he cools off and heals up. But we should still keep moving ."

"Speaking of that, where are we going?" I asked.

"Well," Dad stood up and began pacing "Last night, before Abbey came in, we talked about how we needed to find out more about Kur, right?" I nodded and he continued. "We thought, seeing as we had to move around a lot for awhile, we might as well start on that. So we're heading to—"

"Kur's tomb," I finished. I hadn't thought about going back there, actually. We never really thoroughly searched the place. We just ran in to try and stop Argost and when we found out he'd taken something, we figured that was the most important thing and left. The tomb had had information about Fisk being a Lemurian. Maybe it had some more stuff in it we hadn't found.

"But aren't the secret scientists going to get suspicious if we suddenly just start researching Kur, even if they know we already found it? I mean him," Doyle said.

"Well, then we just won't tell them."

It didn't take long to make it back to the tomb. We hadn't been too far from it to start from and apparently we'd been flying for several hours before I'd woken up. We landed and hid the airship behind a few trees.

The area hadn't changed much since we'd last been here. From the outside, it wasn't completely clear that there was a tomb inside. We didn't even figure it out until Mom looked over our research again. I still remember that surge of energy I had when Fisk was fighting that cryptid. I didn't know what was going on. I could feel all of the cryptids' energy and it overpowered everything else. It was kind of like having a massive migraine at a rock concert. With fireworks.

"Alright," Dad said as everyone piled out of the airship. "We'll just take a quick look around and see if we can find anything. I don't want to spend too much time here." Everybody nodded.

The outside was pretty much a stadium. I was pretty sure that there'd been work done to it since it was built by the Sumerians, what with the cages that had formerly held cryptids. Not to mention there was no way it could have lasted that long by itself. The entrance to the tomb, as we'd found out, was inside, protected by a cryptid that I had set free (whoops). However, when we got there, there was no cryptids or people in sight.

The stairway that led down to the tomb was covered in dust and dirt but it was still the same as it had been. There was no light down there, but we'd made sure to grab some of the flashlights from the ship.

I realized with a shock that, technically, this was my tomb we were walking in to. From the looks on the others' faces, they must've realized this too. What was the point of building a tomb, if Kur wasn't dead? I wondered if my parents would put me here after I….never mind. Bad thought. I didn't want to consider it and I definitely didn't want to bring it up. Still walking into Kur's tomb—my tomb—felt very awkward and I had to agree with Dad; I didn't want to spend too much time here.

I never really got a chance to look around last time we were here. Now, I was surprised with all the details on the walls. I guess back then, the Sumerians had a lot of time on their hands, what with there being no TV or video games or anything. There was artwork along the walls telling stories. Pictures of animals that seemed more unique than most. Cryptids. I didn't see that many normal animals on the wall, except a couple snakes every here and there. There was writing too, but it was obviously in Sumerian. I'd ask Mom to see if she could understand any of it later.

We passed through some rooms I hadn't seen last time. Most of them were empty or filled with old pieces of crumbling pottery. One was filled with tablets covered in ancient writing, kind of like a library.

"The Sumerians were the first people to make a writing system," Mom told us. "They probably would've considered it something very great."

"How is this stuff all still here if it's been, like, thousands of years? Shouldn't be dust or something?" I asked her.

"It does seem a little strange. It looks like the Sumerians made sure to make this very secure. Most of the artifacts from this age have been lost. This place is an archaeologist's dream. It's odd that nobody ever found it." Mom grabbed one of the tablets and shone her flashlight over it. "I'll stay in here and look these over. I'll call out if I find anything interesting."

We kept moving through several more chambers. After a little while, we came across one that really struck me. And I though the hallways looked detailed. This room was absolutely full of pillars and fading artwork. I realized it was really light in here, so I turned off my flashlight. The real reason that it stood out though, was that in the exact center of the room was a pool of water. Not like a puddle but like a small, circle of water. It even looked like it was several feet deep. There was a ring of what looked like silver surrounding it with more Sumerian writing that I couldn't decipher.

"I know a lot of temples had these kinds of ponds. It's kind of interesting that it's inside though. It should've evaporated by now," Dad said.

Doyle pointed to the ceiling. "Rainwater could have gotten in through there." I looked up and was surprised to see a hole in the ceiling, the exact shape and size of the pool. That must've been where the light was coming from. I walked up to the edge and stared into the water. Instantly I took a step back, and then realized I didn't know why. I just knew there was something wrong with the water. Hesitantly, I took a step forward again and looked into the water. I gasped but managed to cover it as a cough.

I had no reflection. I cast absolutely no reflection on the water. What was I, a vampire or something? I waved my hand in front of it. Nothing. Not a hint of me in that water. Fisk and Dad, who were closest to the pool, cast an obvious reflection. I skittered away from the water before anybody else could notice.

"Well let's keep moving. There's not much in here."

"Um," I hesitated. What was I supposed to say? 'I'm not casting a reflection, and I want to figure out why'? Yeah I know Doyle would say I was a vampire or something too if I said that. "I just want to…stay in here for a sec. It's kind of cool. I'll follow you out, don't worry."

Fisk looked suspicious but Doyle and Dad shrugged and kept moving. Komodo nudged Fisk and they moved out of the room.

Okay, now to figure out what was up with the pool. I knew for a fact that I usually reflected in water and mirrors and stuff. I'd seen my reflection in the window just this morning. I dipped my finger in the water. For whatever reason, I thought that might tell me something. The surface rippled just like normal water would. I took my finger out, rubbing the water off on my shirt.

Well, needless to say, I had no idea what was going on. That seemed to be happening a lot these days. With Kur and Abbey and…everything. I didn't no if I could handle this. I mean, I was only eleven, after all. I was kinda smart, but not really. How was I going to control this if I had no idea how? My parents were geniuses and they didn't have any idea what was going on!

I groaned and kicked at the water. All that managed to do was get my shoe wet. I groaned again and started pacing. "How am I supposed to do this? I have no idea what I'm supposed to do! I'm a good guy! It isn't supposed to work this way!" I complained out loud.

"You sure about that?" a voice said. I jumped at least two feet and spun around to see…nobody. There was no one there. Just me. I was sure I heard a voice….

"Hey brain-dead! Down here." Okay, I knew I heard something that time and I knew where it came from. Skeptical, I walked back towards the pool. There was still the hint of a ripple from when I kicked at the water. It shook my reflection so it looked weird. Wait. What?

Force of ultimate evil or not, I was pretty sure I wasn't going crazy. Just ten seconds ago, there had definitely not been a reflection there. But now, there it was, clear as day.

"Ugh. You'd think I'd be used to weird stuff happening," I muttered.

"Yeah, you'd think you would be," I said. Okay, whoa. Pause again. I didn't say that. But I saw my reflection's lips move. And it was my voice that I heard. I lifted my arm to scratch at my head in confusion. My reflection…didn't reflect me. It stayed the same as it had been a second ago. I swung my arms out. No response. I did three jumping jacks. Nothing. I jumped up and down, ran around the circle and waved at the water, feeling like an idiot the entire time. Nothing changed. It didn't even move when I ran around.

Then reflection-me crossed his arms. "You're kind of slow aren't you?"

I sprung back. Immediately I thought of Zak Monday. He was an almost perfect reflection of me that would've looked like a reflection. Almost perfect. His hair was different. And in the pool, my hair hadn't been switched up. And I didn't really think it was him. But I had to figure this out soon before Mom and Dad called out for me or came in.

"Come on, you don't have all day. You're parents are probably going to call you out for something soon. You know that."

I did know that. I'd just thought that. For like the billionth time, I walked back up to the water and sat down. My reflection was still standing. Man, that was weird! I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. "Okay…so what are you?" I asked.

Reflection-me rolled his eyes. Or my eyes. Oh whatever. "Just think of me as your conscious. If I explained the whole thing to you, you'd probably just get confused. Basically, I'm you. Just smarter. A lot smarter. I know things about you, you probably haven't even figured out yet."

"Oh yeah?" I snapped. I was getting on my nerves. Or he was getting on my nerves. Ugh, this was annoying.

"Yeah. You're actually still pretty hungry after that breakfast you just had. You want some real food." That….was true actually. Okay, Reflection: 1. Me: 0. "You're seriously sick of being in the airship and want to go back home. Even though you wouldn't admit it, you're kind of mad at Fisk about it seeing as he destroyed the house to find Kur, and Kur was there the whole time." That wasn't true! Or… was it? Reflection: 2. Me: Still 0.

"Speaking of that, you know why Fisk won't talk to you. It's because he's the Kur Guardian. He's supposed to protect the world from you, stop the world from your evilness. He's scared that he's going to have to fight you. And you're upset about that too, which is why you won't talk to him either. You're upset that he stole your job. That he's the one who's supposed to stop Kur, and not you."

"Okay, shut up," I muttered between clenched teeth. Reflection-me smirked and continued.

"And about that. You're only worried about controlling your powers because you think you're evil—"

"Shut up!"

"You know that if you're powers start to influence you, like your Dad was starting to say last night, that you won't be able to stop it. Like what happened here." He pointed up towards the stadium above. "And what happened in Antarctica when you were fighting 'Kur'. You know that you won't be able to take it."

"Stop it!" I shouted.

"That dream last night? You think it's the future. That it's going to come true and that Argost is gonna find out and take you away from your parents so they can't protect you. And he'll make you do all sorts of evil stuff. And then you'll just do it without even trying to stop."

"I said stop!" I covered my ears, closed my eyes and started to back away. But I could still hear his voice drilling into my brain, every word like a slap to the face.

"You're weak and you know it. But Kur is strong. Kur can control an army of cryptids. And if you're Kur, then all that power is yours', whether you like it or not."

"SHUT UP!" I screamed.

"Just face it, Zak. You're evil. And there's nothing you can do to stop it."

"YOU'RE WRONG! YOU'RE WRONG!"

It was quiet. I opened my eyes to see that the reflection had changed. It was me, the real me. When I moved, it copied me. In the water I could see that my eyes were wide and looked a little watery. And they were flaring bright orange. I fell down to my knees, breathing heavily like I'd been running. I took a deep breath, calming down. I was too angry. I couldn't let that show. Slowly, the light faded away until my reflection was normal again.

"You're wrong," I whispered. There was no response. For a minute, I just sat there, thinking and staring at my reflection.

"Zak?" I jumped and almost fell in the water. It was my mother, peeking in from the doorway. "I found something interesting. You should come and see." Her eyes lingered on mine. For a second, I was worried that my eyes had turned orange again. But after a moment she left.

I glanced at my reflection. Normal.

I walked out of the chamber in silence, but those words were still echoing in my head, like he was shouting.

"Just face it, Zak. You're evil. And there's nothing you can do to stop it."

DUN DUN DUN!

Sumerian temples actually did have a pond in the forecourt, which I kind of put in here. Even though this is a tomb not a temple. Ha. Or maybe it can be both. That's about all I want to say for now though. Don't worry everything will be explained later!

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