AUTHOR'S NOTE: We now dive right into the plot of the movie. Bear in mind that there might be a few twists, maybe a little unnoticeable at first, but it'll unwind as the story goes on. I'm also a big fan of foreshadowing so I always try to put in hints and such as much as I can without giving anything away until it would come to play later on.
Still though, with that said, hope you all enjoy chapter three!
CHAPTER THREE
Three Years Later, 1926
Chris hastily walked through the living and entered the kitchen, and smiled when he sees his sister washing the dishes. "Morning, sis!"
Dawn turned her head and gave him a smile in return. "Morning, Chris. Everything alright?"
Chris shook his head and took a quick gulp out of his mug of coffee. He sat down the mug on the counter and replied, "Of course everything's not alright! I overslept and I'm gonna be late for work!"
Dawn nodded in understanding. She pointed a finger towards a small simple bag lying on the counter.
"Don't forget your lunch again, please." She pleaded.
"Of course I won't!" Chris chuckled. "What's your agenda for today?"
Dawn shrugged as she finished the dishes, and laid them on the counter to dry. "I'll be tending to the garden. I think today's finally the day I get to pick them. Naomi will be over this afternoon for tea, and I think I'll finish that blanket I've been knitting."
Chris smiled a bright smile. "I'll be looking forward to finally having some fresh salads." He spoke, grabbed his lunch, and gave Dawn a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back this afternoon. Have a nice day!"
"Same to you." Dawn replied. "Say hi to Evelyn for me."
"Will do!"
With that, Dawn watched her older brother leave through the front door. After she was sure he left the premise, she went into their shared bedroom, reached under her mattress, and took out a black-cover journal. She sat on her bed, took out a pencil from out her nightstand, and began to write in it.
Dear Diary,
I still can't believe it's been three years since we first came here. Our lives have been fairly simple, just like they were back home. I still find it hard to believe that we went from having nothing to having whatever we need. I think we were just fortunate enough to have the luck we needed after all that we've been through.
I'm not going to lie: I haven't felt this way in what felt like a very long time. Doing simple things, nothing worth stressing over now, and just living life day after day. It feels a bit weird, I'll admit, but still, it's like all is well.
We haven't had any misfortune thrown at us for a long while, and for that, we're glad. Everything has finally been going our way. We can only hope that it stays that way for as long as we want it too.
The last thing we want is to have history keep repeating itself.
After writing down that last sentence, Dawn places a hand over her right arm and began to slowly massage it, moving up and down on her arm top to bottom, all the while with an uncomfortable look on her face.
Dawn wasn't exactly exaggerating when she meant what she wrote in her journal.
Fortunately, Chris had finally made it to work with only one minute to spare. After checking in and getting situated, he saw that he was assigned to restroom duty today. He grabbed his cleaning equipment, made a quick chat with one of his fellow coworkers, and went to work right away.
The first restroom he had tackled he had quite the most difficulty with. For one, it looked as if a bomb had gone off in there. He had been told beforehand that one of the tourists' sons made quite a mess the day prior. Chris would never have guessed that only one kid could make such a huge mess.
Seriously, what kind of kid would take the time to cover the entire ground with dirt? Where did he even get it? Where was he even holding it?
It reminded Chris of the time he was asked by Eliza and her friends to help them set up for an upcoming junior high dance at their school in the gym…which caused a stink bomb to go off the day of the dance. I'll spare you all the details, but let's just say it ended up getting Chris, Eliza, and a few other students kicked out of after-school activities for the rest of the school year.
Nonetheless, Chris began to work, and it took him a good few hours before he finally got the entire restroom so clean, it almost looked brand new. He gathered up his gear and made his way for the next restroom.
As he goes across the museum building, he couldn't help but to take in an exhibit he had happened to be passing by. He let his eyes roam about, looking in awe at the marvelous Egyptian artifacts and antiques.
Despite all that happened, Chris still had his dream of one day getting to venture out into the vast deserts, find some ancient long-forgotten civilization, uncover Egypt's many mysteries, and to a greedy extent, resurface hidden treasures. In the back of his mind, he also finds the idea of finding an ancient tomb of a mummy very exciting. It wouldn't be quite the Egyptian outing without discovering a sarcophagus or two.
Even if he couldn't be an Egyptologist, at least working at a museum dedicated to the cultures of Ancient Egypt is considered a close second.
As Chris made his way towards the back of the exhibit, he came across the curator, his boss, Terrence Bey. Chris nodded his head and said, "Good day, Mr. Bey."
Terrence nodded in response as he said, "Good day to you as well, Mr. Rivers. I trust you're doing well."
"Yes, sir. You as well?"
"Very."
CRASH!
They both paused when they heard a loud sound coming from the other side of the exhibit. Chris couldn't help but to drop his equipment when loud banging sounds had echoed throughout the building. He thought that the ground might've shaken a little judging by how close it felt.
To be honest, Chris was a little frightened at the idea that the Ten Plagues have returned. He had been unnerved ever since the year had begun. He remembered back in high school when he had to do a report on the Ten Plagues' return to Egypt at this particular year.
Almost half a year has passed by peacefully so far, and there haven't been any signs or sightings of them happening. At least, not yet. The year is close but still far from being over, and so it's still bound to happen one way or another. Still, the idea of having to go through its treacherous ordeals does not sound too pleasing to Chris. At all.
If only he could remember what time of year it was when it had occurred.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
"Sir, what's happening?" Chris couldn't help but to ask out of worry. "What's going on?"
Soon enough, the sounds and the small shaking have stopped. Both Terrence and Chris exchange glances before Terrence turned his attention towards a certain direction of the museum.
"I think I have a pretty good idea." He said. Chris could've sworn that his boss looked like he was going to murder someone with just his glare alone. "Mr. Rivers, come with me. I have a feeling you'll be needed."
"Yes sir." Chris said with a nod.
He bent down to pick up his cleaning equipment that were scattered on the floor. He then followed behind Terrence as he led him across the exhibit, down the stairs and towards the lobby, where they entered the library in the back. Just as soon as Terrence opened the large doors were they welcomed to a very…uneasy sight before the two men.
Terrence and Chris walked into the library with caution, and Chris couldn't help but to cringe a bit. The library was such a mess, and by that, I mean a huge mess. All the shelves that were orderly lined up alphabetically had all fallen in a gigantic circle, as if they had fallen over like dominos. All of the books, texts, and encyclopedias were all piled up and scattered all over the floor.
Literally the entire floor of the library were all covered in a mess, you could barely see the tiled floor below. That was just how big the mess is. It looked as if big ghosts and a tornado had come through and wrecked the place like at some college frat party.
Terrence and Chris walked over a couple piles of books and over a bookshelf, still dazed at the mess around them. Terrence, of course, was ecstatic of the huge mess. In the center of the library, Chris noticed Evelyn standing there. She looked a bit surprised, her hair was a bit of a mess and her glasses were hanging on one side of her head. She looked like she was hit by some disaster, as well.
Chris felt a bit worried, so he walked over to Evelyn, dropped his equipment down and placed both hands comfortingly on her shoulders.
"Evelyn, are you alright?" He asked. "You're not hurt, are you?"
Evelyn shook her head, her glasses waving up and down at the motion, as she stutters, "O-Oh. N-No, no, I-I'm fine. Just…heh, a bit shaken up."
"Would you look at this!?"
Both Chris and Evelyn turned to see Terrence still looking around, his arms shaking out of anger, acting as if his car had been demolished instead of the library. Unfortunately, since it's only the library, to Chris, that might spell out trouble for Evelyn.
"Sons of the pharaoh!" Terrence exclaimed out of frustration, making his way over to the two. "Give me frogs! Flies! Locusts! Anything but you!" He pointed a finger at Evelyn in a blaming fashion. "Compared to you, the other plagues were a joy!"
Chris pulled away from Evelyn a bit and asked, "What had even happened in here? Did a plague happen to pass by?"
Evelyn shook her head again, and finally took off her glasses. "No. It was a terrible accident. I am so very sorry." It looked to Chris like she was answering to their boss more than to him. It didn't really bother him, since Evelyn's the one in trouble here.
Terrence shook his head and threw his arms down. "My darling girl, when Ramses destroyed Syria, that was an accident." He made a gesture with his hand to illustrate the point. "You…are a catastrophe!" He threw his arms up gesturing Evelyn and Chris to look around the room. "Look at my library! Why do I even put up with you!?"
Despite his shouts, Evelyn and Chris both kept their cool. As much as Chris wanted to speak up on Evelyn's behalf, he felt it best not to butt in unless he felt the need to. So he decided to open up the floor to Evelyn.
"Well, you put up with me because, um…" Evelyn looked to still be a bit shaken after what happened with the library, not to mention feeling nervous in front of her boss, since it looked like she was about a hair strand away from losing her job. Nonetheless, she tries her best to keep calm and answer best she could with a smile.
"Because I can…I can read and write Ancient Egyptian, and I can…I can decipher hieroglyphics and hieratic, and, well, I am the only person within a thousand miles who knows how to properly code and catalog this library, that's why."
"Not to mention she's a great worker and has always looked out for the other staff here." Chris finally spoke up, raising his hand up to get the attention.
Terrence kept his attention on Evelyn as he countered, "I put up with you because your mother and father were our finest patrons. That's why!"
At the mention of her parents, Evelyn's eyes gazed down to the book-covered floor. Chris could make out a hint of sadness in her hazel eyes, and so he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. This caused Evelyn to look up at him for a moment, before she gave him a small smile in thanks.
"Allah rest their souls." Terrence spoke out of respect calmly. He then continued in a higher tone, a hint of anger still present in his voice, "Now, I don't care how you do it, I don't care how long it takes, straighten up this meshiver!" He then turned to Chris and spoke, "Rivers, do what she says!"
It was another way of saying to Chris that he is to help Evelyn clean up the library, and so he nodded and said, "Yes sir."
Evelyn and Chris watch their boss their his back to them and marched himself out of the library, closing the doors rather harshly behind him, causing a loud banging sound to echo throughout the library. They both let out a sigh.
"I am so sorry to drag you into this, Christopher." Evelyn spoke, setting her glasses down on a table.
Chris shrugged. "Don't be. At least this is the perfect excuse to get out of bathroom duty." He said jokingly. Evelyn couldn't help but to chuckle at his sentence. "Besides, it's always nice to help out a friend in need."
Chris was also happy that he gets to work alongside Evelyn, which he was secretly grateful for. He always wanted to have the opportunity to work beside her and spend some more time with her rather than outside of work. They both decided to get started and turned their attentions to the books below them.
"So how should we do this?" Chris asked. "Should we try to set the shelves back up or…?"
"First things first, let's just pick up all the books first and clean up the floors." Evelyn explains. "We'll put the shelves back up after we do that. Then we can reorganize the books and go from there."
Chris took note on the large number of books that were all around them, and he couldn't help but to let out another sigh. "Oh yeah, sounds like a lot of organizing."
CLANG!
They both stopped in their tracks and turned towards the back of the library, taking note of a dim light coming from the other side of the upper windows.
"What was that?" Evelyn asked.
Chris shrugged. "It's probably Bob cleaning up one of the exhibits. So shall we start picking up the books from one of the first…?"
CLANG!
There was that sound again. Evelyn and Chris looked up towards the windows again, and then turned to face each other. It doesn't sound like something moving about, more like someone hitting something. Maybe someone's getting into one of the antiques without anyone's notice.
"Uh…five minute break?" Chris asked.
Evelyn nodded in agreement, turning her gaze towards the back of the room. "Five minute break."
Chris and Evelyn entered into one of the exhibits, and could make out the gold-colored room dimly lit with several torches being held up in the air against the walls. They both could make out some of the artifacts, statues, and coffins, but could see nothing out of place. Still though, there was a bit of an uneasy feeling in the atmosphere.
"Hello?" Evelyn called out, both she and Chris beginning to walk cautiously into the exhibit.
They both froze when they hear a soft thud not too far from them. Their eyes move about, feeling a bit tensed as that uneasy feeling began to increase.
"Anyone in here?" Chris called out.
Evelyn took one of the flaming torches and held it in her hands, holding it up to help guide her and Chris through the exhibit, as well as using it as a possible weapon just in case. Chris reached into his belt, and pulled out a dagger from its holster for extra precaution.
They knew there was something in there with them, possibly someone who doesn't want to be found.
"Abdul, is that you?" Evelyn called out. Cautiously, Chris held his hand against Evelyn's arm rather protectively and inched closer to her, the both of them still looking about as they continue to make their way through the room.
"Mohammad, are you in here?" Chris called out as well.
They passed a closed sarcophagus and stopped in their tracks.
"Bob?" They call out in unison, both facing the back of the room.
They heard another thud, but this time it sounded much closer. They both turned to their left towards an open sarcophagus that was standing there not too far from them. They both exchanged glances and then slowly made their way towards the open grave, with the dagger in Chris's hand held high.
They slowly, cautiously, walked over, as Chris ushered Evelyn to stand behind him. They felt as if something's bound to jump out and maul them any second now, so they were on high alert. Just as they stuck their heads over to peek inside…
A rotting corpse jumped up from within, causing them both to shriek in fright. Evelyn got behind Chris and grabbed one of his arms as Chris held up his dagger, ready to strike the undead thing…
Until they both heard a laughter coming from within the sarcophagus.
Chris and Evelyn let out an irritating sigh as they both lowered the torch and dagger at the incessant laughing, recognizing that laugh anywhere they go.
Evelyn puts down the torch against a nearby stand as Chris puts away his dagger, both of them watching Jonathan sitting up wrapping an arm around the deceased mummy. They were not pleased with what he did. Not pleased at all.
"Dude, have you no respect for the dead at all!?" Chris exclaimed, glaring daggers at his ridiculous friend.
"Of course I do!" Jonathan spoke, finally calming down from his laughing fit, making himself comfortable in his spot next to the corpse. "But sometimes, I'd rather like to join them."
Evelyn got between the two men and tried to separate her older brother from the mummy. "Well, I wish you would do it sooner rather than later before you ruin our careers the way you've ruined yours. Now get out of there!"
Evelyn pulled away from the sarcophagus as Chris took Jonathan's hand and helped him out.
"And trust me Jonathan, you have no idea what I would do to you if that happens!" Chris said rather threateningly.
Jonathan looked like he waved the mummy goodbye and then turned to his friend and sister. "My dear sweet baby sister and treasured friend, I'll have you know that at this precise moment, my career is on a high note!"
"High note? Ha!" Evelyn exclaimed. She already has enough on her plate, the last thing she wants to deal with is her brother's crazy antics. Sometimes she wonders if she's actually the eldest sibling instead of Jonathan. "Oh Jonathan, please! I'm not in the mood for you!"
"Aww, too busy for your brother now?" Jonathan said teasingly.
"Jonathan, not now. The library's a complete mess and the curator's on her back about it." Chris explained, slapping Jonathan in the back of the head, causing him to wince.
"Hey! That was uncalled for!" He whined.
Both the men watched Evelyn take a seat and looked like she just about had it with the world. "And not to mention the Bembridge Scholars rejected my application form again. They say I don't have enough experience in the field."
"Wait, again?" Chris repeated. He then let out a heavy sigh ran his hand through his hair. "Those snobs. Still hard to believe people like them who believe themselves to be all-knowing would be a one-way ticket to the historian life, especially in this country."
"You could say that again." Evelyn agreed, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling.
A smile formed on Jonathan lips. He walked up in front of his little sister and knelt down in front of her, taking her hands into his and looking into her eyes. "You'll always have me, old mum." He said reassuringly.
Evelyn knew her brother was trying to cheer her up, but she gave him points for trying. Nonetheless, she couldn't help but to smile as both lean their foreheads against each other's, just happy that they have each other.
Chris couldn't help but to smile at their moment. It instantly reminded him of his bond with Dawn, and it made him think of her, making him wonder what she was doing right now.
Jonathan pulled away and gave Evelyn a light touch on the shoulder. "Besides, I have just the thing to cheer you up."
Jonathan got up and turned around towards the sarcophagus and began to rummage through it.
"Seriously, Jonathan?" Chris asked. "It's not another worthless trinket again, is it?"
Evelyn rolled her eyes in annoyance as she said, "I swear Jonathan, if I have to take one more piece of junk to the curator to try to…sell for you…?"
Jonathan took a seat next to his little sister and presented to her what looked like a black little puzzle box resting in his hand. Chris took a seat on the other side of Evelyn and leaned over to take a good look at it.
Evelyn took the puzzle box in her hands and inspected it on all sides. It looked a bit old, judging by a few rusty spots, but there looked to be hieroglyphs carved into the dark metal object.
"Have you seen anything like it before Evelyn?" Chris had to ask.
"Of course not." Evelyn said, not taking her eyes off the object. "What about you?"
Chris shook his head as he answered, "I've seen a lot of things, but nothing like this. Very different from the rest of those other trinkets Jonathan would bring. Which reminds me Jonathan, where did you even get this?"
Jonathan merely shrugged and smiled. "On a dig down in, uh, Thebes." The three of them inspect the puzzle box Evelyn kept twisting in her hands, knowing full well that this is unlike anything they had seen before. "My whole life I've never found anything, Evy. Please tell me I found something."
Evelyn began to roam her fingers over it and began to fidget with it, until the puzzle box finally opened on the top. Inside looked to be a folded piece of paper. The trio sat in amazement as Evelyn took the paper with her index fingers and held it up, and the three watches it somewhat unfold on its own.
"Jonathan?" Evelyn asked.
"Yes?"
Evelyn couldn't help but to smile. "I think you found something."
Chris rests his hands on his lap as he asked Jonathan, "So, what is this you found?"
"The cartouche drawn down at that corner, it strongly resembles the royal seal of Seti I." Chris explained to Terrence, with a hint of excitement in his voice.
In the last hour, both Chris and Evelyn inspected the paper they found, and after a thorough investigation, they both came to the same conclusion that it was an old map dated back three thousand years, which began with a certain well-known location and leads to a strange destination at the end, a certain place they both agreed look unfamiliar to them that they couldn't pinpoint anywhere on a modern-day map of Egypt.
After analyzing their finding, the first thing they agree to do is to take it to the curator, with Jonathan in tow, hoping that they were on the verge of something great, and see if this could lead to something big.
The trio was standing in Terrence Bey's office, standing around his desk as he inspects the map in his hands. He took a good look at the map and after a long silence, he said, "Perhaps."
To Chris, it looked as if he had something on his mind, that he could see a hint of familiarity, but he thought that the curator was used to seeing stuff like this. He does run an Egyptian museum, after all.
"Two questions!" Jonathan spoke up. "One: who the heck was Seti I? And was he rich?" That last question Jonathan asked rather enthusiastically.
"He was the second pharaoh of the nineteenth dynasty, said to be the wealthiest pharaoh of them all." Evelyn explained to her brother with a smile.
Jonathan rubbed his hands together with an exciting smile on his face. "Good, good. I like this fellow. I like him very much."
Chris couldn't help himself, and so he asked, "Friendly or platonically?" with a chuckle.
"Oh yes, very funny." Jonathan said back, his smile wiped off his face.
"We've already dated the map." Evelyn continued to explain, back to the topic at hand. "It's almost three thousand years old." She pointed her finger towards a certain spot on the map over Terrence's shoulder. "And if you look at that hieratic just here, well…it's Hamunaptra."
"If Thebes was considered the city of the living, there's bound to be a city of the dead, right?" Chris asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Where else did they hold their rituals and ceremonies if not in Thebes?"
Terrence looked to be in disbelief. He laid the map down on his desk and looked around at the trio with a stern look. "Dear God, don't be ridiculous. We're scholars, not treasure hunters. Hamunaptra's a myth told by ancient Arab storytellers to amuse Greek and Roman tourists."
While he was talking, Jonathan walked over to the other side of Terrence and looked over his shoulder where his eyes gazed down at the map.
"You think we're not aware of that fact?" Chris asked lifting a hand up, though kept his arms crossed. "We already know the tale about an ancient forgotten underground city that holds a curse protecting the once sacred grounds."
"But our research has led me to believe that the city itself may have actually existed." Evelyn said, looking damn sure that the city is as real as a kingdom in the sky.
"Too bad the same cannot be said for Atlantis." Chris muttered under his breath.
"Wait, are we talking about the Hamunaptra?" Jonathan looked up from his gaze at the map and looked to be a bit confused.
"Yes." Evelyn said with a reassuringly smile and a nod. "The City of the Dead, just like Christopher said, where the earliest pharaohs were said to have hidden the wealth of Egypt."
"I still can't believe the story of how Egypt now made up that forgotten wealth." Chris said teasingly while shrugging his shoulders. "I guess time can fix things, after all."
"Yes, yes, in a big underground treasure chamber." Jonathan spoke in a dream-like tone, as if he was finally letting that information sink into his mind.
Terrence scoffed, prompting Jonathan to turn to him looking disbelieved himself.
"Oh come on. Everybody knows the story." Jonathan tries to explain, as Terrence lifted the map up to take a good look at it again. "The entire necropolis was rigged to sink into the sand on Pharaoh's command. A flick on the switch, and the whole place would disappear beneath the sand dunes, taking the treasure with it."
Terrence, his eyes still on the map, spoke, "Eh, as the Americans say, it's all fairy tales and hokum…oh my goodness! Look at that!"
Chris, Evelyn, and Jonathan looked up and were shocked to find the map in Terrence's hand had suddenly caught on fire from the candle that was already lit on his desk. Terrence threw it on the floor in front of his desk as the three scrambled down to help put the fire out.
They put out the fire as soon as it had started, and as soon as they had saved the old map, Jonathan lifted it up and inspected the damage. They were shocked to see that one part of the map had burned off.
"You've burnt it! You've burnt off the part with the lost city!" Jonathan exclaimed dishearteningly.
Terrence leaned back in his seat and crossed his hands, looking a bit calm despite the situation. "It's for the best, I'm sure." He said in a tone that sounded almost emotionless. "Many men have wasted their lives in the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra. No one's ever found it. Most…have never returned."
Evelyn, Jonathan, and Chris sat out in the hallway on a bench, looking down at the map in Evelyn's hands. Chris leaned back against his seat and laid his arms on the back of the rest.
"Maybe if we follow that route, we could…" He tried to point out.
Evelyn shook her head. "No, no. That may not work. We won't even know if it may take us straight to Hamunaptra or just deeper into the desert."
Jonathan rolled his eyes as he muttered, "Great. Just great."
A thought came to Chris's mind. He leaned forward in his seat and laid his hands on his lap as he looked next to Evelyn and Jonathan. "Guys, if we're all thinking the same thing…"
"We need to find Hamunaptra." Evelyn spoke, as if they have no choice.
"Let me guess: if we find Hamunaptra, not only would we find its buried treasure…" This made Jonathan jump in his seat. "But it might rack us up some big points with the Bembridge Scholars, right?" He asked this specifically at Evelyn.
Evelyn rolled her eyes and couldn't help but to smile. "Oh, don't be ridiculous, Christopher. Of course I would never exploit this just for that reason. Think about it. If we find the City of the Dead, think of the mysteries we would uncover there, the history behind the forgotten city, finding of the Book of Amun-Ra…"
"The Book of Amun-Ra?" Chris repeated, turning in his seat to face Evelyn. "The Book of the Living? Do you think that the Book of the Living would be at Hamunaptra?"
"Isn't that the book made out of gold?" Jonathan spoke up.
Chris and Evelyn ignored him as she explained, "Yes. If we could find it, we could uncover its incantations and discover its secrets." Her smile grew wider. "Just think of all the endless possibilities we could find at Hamunaptra. Our discovery will surely go down in history."
Chris felt his heart skip a beat. He felt a shiver go through him when Evelyn's smile had brightened up, especially towards him. He let out a cough and scratches the back of his head.
"And treasure. Do not forget how much treasure we would find there." Jonathan also pointed out.
Both Chris and Evelyn ignored him again. Evelyn leaned over to Chris and laid her hands on his arm, as she said, "You always did wanted to be an Egyptologist, Chris. This could be your only chance."
Evelyn shared Chris's fascinations with solving the mysteries of Egypt and discovering long forgotten secrets that lay beneath the sands, so she knew this would be a good opportunity for him to come with her on this search.
Chris looked away and couldn't help but to smile, a small blush showing on his face. It's like he was an open book to Evelyn. She's right, this could be his only chance. He always did want to explore a forgotten city, and he always did want to solve mysteries. And who knows? This might help him get his feet off the ground and he'd be hired to help out in other digs and such, getting to places he never thought he'd get to. He could finally be an Egyptologist.
"Sure. Why not?" He said. His smile vanished when a thought came to him, and so he turned to Evelyn and Jonathan. "But where do we start?"
Evelyn turns to Jonathan and reminded him, "Jonathan, didn't you say you found that puzzle box in a dig down in Thebes?"
Jonathan slowly nodded, looking a bit discomforting. "I did say that, didn't I?"
"Well, maybe we can take a trip down to Thebes. If you found the puzzle box there, maybe there are clues there that can help us try and locate Hamunaptra." Evelyn suggested.
"You sure we could find something like that?" Chris asked.
"Maybe there's another copy of the map, or at the very least a hint or a clue that can help." Evelyn said.
Jonathan, however, was looking even more discomforting, not to mention a bit awkward, and a bit sweaty. It looked like there was something bugging him in his mind. He let out a sigh and raised his hand up to get his sister and his friend's attention.
"Uh, actually chaps…I uh…I got a confession to make…"
END OF CHAPTER THREE
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not gonna lie, I like how this chapter turned out. I especially enjoyed writing the scenes involving Chris, Evelyn, and Jonathan for some odd reason. And I'm pretty sure we can all take a wild guess about a lucky guy who's gonna show up in the next chapter.
Also, on a side note, I've had this chapter done for a week, but I've been busy with work that I forgot to post it until just now. Heh. Sorry about that.