AN: I have finally decided to pick this fanfic back up. I want to thank KurlyKrazyKat and SonOfNeptuneJr. For pushing me to keep writing. Now this chapter is a whole lot longer than the others in this story. Still not super long but I am working on it. Let me know what you guys think of it.


Carter's POV

Sadie is taking way too long. I should probably go make sure that she is not being attacked by a rebellious magician or annoying god(dess). I manage after ten minutes to open a portal to the park where Sadie said she was meeting the possible magician.

When I arrive, all I see in a huge wave crashing over some people. When the water recedes I see that one of those people was Sadie. The other girl looks about Sadie's age, thirteen. She has incredibly long golden blond hair. Stepping a little bit closer I can see that her eyes are a bright cerulean colour. I also notice that she is not soaking wet, though she should be since she just let a wave crash over her. Weird.

As I walk closer I hear Sadie saying, "if you want answers, I will give them to you."

"Why should I trust you?" the blond asks Sadie.

I then decide I should make my presence known. "Because she is telling you the truth." I say making Sadie jump up and look like she was ready to strangle me. "Hi, Sadie. What is taking you so long?"

Sadie looks very annoyed with me at his point but before she can say anything the girl interrupts.

"Who are you? Sadie's boyfriend?" she asks.

I laugh, "No way. I'm her brother, Carter Kane. And even if we weren't related she is way too annoying to consider dating. I don't know how Walt does it."

Sadie just gives me her signature I'll-kill-you-later glare.

The girl stands up off the edge I the fountain and takes a step towards me. "Nice to meet you Carter. I'm Lilli. Now can you explain why your sister needs to be in a mental asylum?"

"Umm... Nope. If she needs to be in one so do I."

"Ok, then. How in the heck did the water come up out of the fountain so suddenly and powerful? You had to have rigged it." She accuses me. She is not going to be very easy to convince.

"Look Lilli," Sadie says. "I will show you. Can I see your book for a minute?"

Lilli reluctantly hands her the book.

"Now will you hold this, brother dear?" Sadie says passing the book over to me. I groan. Sadie glares at me then glances to see who is around. Thankfully there is no one else.

"HA-DI!" The book explodes in my hands. I am pushed backwards by the impact, as pages go flying. Sadie is definitely getting stronger with her spells. She need to be more careful.

When I look back over the girl, Lilli is standing in front of my sister, lecturing her.

"How dare you destroy my stuff! In fact it is not even mine. I wasn't supposed to even be in my dad's library. Let alone take his books out of the house. Now I am going to be in trouble, and it is YOUR fault. You really should just GO."

I can hardly contain my laughter when Sadie turn around to speak to me. "I like this girl. She has spunk." Lilli just stares at her in shock. "Yeah, sorry but you kind of wasted your breath. I am a very determined person." Isn't that the truth. "But do you believe us now?"

"Yeah about that, call me crazy but I think I am seeing a small thread of truth in this. I am just not sure that I totally believe you guys. This just seems WAY out there. And I really need to get home."

"Hi-nehm" I say, and her book repairs itself.

I pick it up and hand it to her. "I apologize for my sister. She can be a bit much sometimes."

"It's okay. Thanks for fixing the book though."

"Hey, would you be willing to meet me here again tomorrow? I can give you some more answers because I am sure you have questions."

"Will Sadie be there?"

"Not if you don't want her to be."

"Not really. How about we meet in this same place about fourteen hundred tomorrow."

"Fourteen hundred?" I am confused now. She lives in Seattle.

"Oh, sorry. I meant two o'clock. I lived in London for a little while before I moved back here." She says quickly.

"Okay, see you then."

I walk over to my sister, who is glaring at me. "Ready to go?" I ask her in my most cheerful voice. She just groans and opens the portal.

Lilli's POV

"Where were you?" My father asks as I walk in the door. I instinctively put my hands behind my back before remembering I put the book in my bag. "Tell me where you were." He says his voice getting louder.

A word about my father. He is a pain in the butt. He is a professor of ancient history at the local university. He is usually so absorbed in his "work" that he has no time for me. Except to criticize me for my "failures". That he ALWAYS has time for that.

"I was at the park." I tell him truthfully.

"Doing what?"

"Reading." I am not lying. I did read a few words. People always told me not to lie, so I will try to make my way out of this while telling the truth.

"What were you reading?" Crap, I'm caught now. It is either lie or get in major trouble.

"I was reading..." I hesitate for a second. "The Iliad." I hope that will placate his anger. He has been trying to make me read the books he assigns to his students. Besides I have it in my bag too.

"Fine. But you are to go to your room until dinner. Next time you tell me where you are going, BEFORE you leave."

"Yes, father." I say in fake submission. I head to my room, but I have no intentions of telling him where I am going tomorrow. As I make it to the top of the stairs something catches my eye. The door to the room that is off limits is open.

There are three rooms in this house that are off limits to me. My fathers room, his study/library (I don't actually stay out of that one), and the other room on the second floor.

I really should avoid it, but my curiosity wins over. And I slip inside, slowly closing the door behind me. The room is a bedroom. Belonging to a boy by the looks of it. Trust me my best friend, Peter, his room always looked like this. The room looked like it hadn't been used in a while. It must have been my brother's room. I look around trying to see if I can find out where he is. I kind of want to contact him. But my father will not tell me how to.

The closet looks like someone quickly pulled clothes out of it. I see a voice recorder on the bed. I sit down and pick it up. The back is decorated with hieroglyphs. Must be coincidence right? After today though, I have no clue.

Press the play button, a voice says in my head. Okay, so I probably should be in a crazy house, but I press the button anyways.

A while later my father calls me to dinner. I grudgingly pause the recording and slip it into my pocket. Things are starting to make more sense.

"Lillian, after dinner I want you to write an essay on the influence of the ancient Egyptian culture on the modern world." These are the kinds of school assignments I get. Not ones that a normal student would get. But I know better than to argue with him.

So after cleaning up the dinner dishes. AKA, throwing away paper plates. I trudged up the stairs to my room, and sat down at my desk. I was really tempted to pull the recorder out of my pocket and finish listening to the message on it. But sadly, I had an essay to write.

By the time I finished writing and editing my atrocious spelling, my father was in my doorway telling me to go to bed. Oh well, I guess I can just listen to it in bed.

As I get changed into my pajamas, I think about the craziness of today. But somehow it seems to make sense. I wonder if this would explain some of the things, that people called me crazy for. Like the little boy in my kindergarten class, who I could have sworn only had one eye. Of course my teachers told my dad, and she had a long discussion with me about how people have two eyes not one. But she never did put me back in school after that year. We started homeschooling my first grade year. I went to a boarding school in last year, but, alas, I got kicked out and am stuck with my father.

Anyways, so when I laid in my bed, I pulled the recorder out an listened to the last bit of it. Everything was coming together. I will have plenty to talk to Carter about tomorrow.

Oh, yes you will.