Epilogue-

Evi stood in front of her class, at her job teaching Bemberage scholar's history.

"Now to our next lesson, one of my personal favorites-"

"-not another bogus mummy 'adventure' Mrs. O'Connell!" one of her students groaned. "I was just talking about how Aztecs history changed history! Jezz Caleb, must you think mummies are involved with every story I have?"

"Yes. And I don't believe any of this mummy tales anyway!" he replied.

"Oh I wouldn't say that..." she grinned, picturing Coatl barging in, yelling thousands of Aztec curse words towards him. Just as she expected, Acalan warped into the room, fighting a prehistoric beast in the middle of the floor. "Can't get this dang thing to work!" he grumbled, looking apologetically at her.

"Come back soon!" she called after him, as he warped out of sight. All the students sat gaping at the huge bone the dinosaur left behind. "Now what was that Caleb?"

Alex decided to leave for college too, much to Lin's pleasure. But, instead of Bemberage, he chose the University of London, right in the middle of town.

"I can smell your anticipation," his history teacher said one day, handing out books. "We're going to learn about the Aztec culture for the next few weeks!"

All the students sighed; accept for Alex, who was trying to hide his smile. His teacher opened the history book, and frowned. "Last time I checked... The villagers had been under the evil Coatl's reign." she said, flipping through the pages. "Alex! I just know you have something to do with this!" she demanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about." he said simply, folding his arms.

"Then how to you explain Alexander saving the people with magic and awesome fighting skills?"

Alex grinned. 'Thanks Acalan,' he thought. "That can't possibly be me!" he said, trying to act surprised. "It says right here, written by Aclan himself!" she said, thinking of what the proper punishment should be. "I believe its spelled ACALAN," he corrected. Alex couldn't help it; he burst out in laughter.

And finally, there's Jonathan. He was strolling through the mall, trying to stock up on beer for the next month. He was about to enter his favorite liquor store when he saw someone that caught his eye. Someone that he'd never thought he would ever see again. "You... Uh... Hi, remember me?" he stuttered. She just looked at him, with those same, sad eyes that were pictured clearly in his mind. "Do I know you?" she asked, surprised at his persistence. "You should!"

She sat there silently for a moment, not knowing what to say. The smell of strong wine hung in the air. Jonathan abruptly broke the silence, determined to get through to her. "Do you think were... Were..." he began, waiting for her to finish the sentence. "This is where you say 'made for each other'!" he said.

"Uh- no." she said, getting up.

"But, but!" Jonathan cried, holding onto her purse.

"'but' this jerk!" she shouted, spraying him with mace.

"My eyes! Burning, scorching! Aztec chics aren't worth it!"