Hello readers hope you enjoyed that last chapter. Here is the next one. Thanks, you guys. Also I'm going by the script along with movie script so bear with me if it seems different in some places from the movie. Also a special thanks to my beta-reader Emilie Bay I am glad for all your help!

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~Chapter 11 – Three Years Later~

Belle

It had been three years since Ardeth saved me. Three years since the strange dreams stopped. Three years since my grandfather died. Three years since I started working at the Cairo Museum of Antiquities. I was now 24 years old and my hair was a lot longer, down to my hips. I wore it in a braid. But not much else had changed. I was helping Evelyn with re-shelving some books in the library when Dr. Bey called to me from his office.

I climbed off my ladder and called up to Evy, "I will be right back Evy. He probably needs me to translate something again." With a nod I left her to the books as I walked to Dr. Bey's office. Walking in I could see the frown begin to show on Terence's face creasing the wrinkles on his brow. The papers scattered out across the desk. I chuckled and helped him organize the documents and decipher the more difficult translations going through each stack carefully reading each page. I was discussing a page on Seti I when we both heard a loud crashing from the library.

"Evelyn!" I yelled as we ran to the library only to see the books and book cases toppled onto the floor as if they were a line of dominoes.

"Oops…" I heard Evy whisper as Terence walked in, stepping over books and papers, looking as shocked as I, as we gazed at the now ruined library.

"What… how… look at this! Sons of the Messiah! Give me frogs, flies, locusts! Anything but this! Compared to you the other plagues were a joy!" Dr. Bey was furious; I could see his face turning red as he yelled at Evy. He's being a bit harsh… I thought to myself as I helped Evelyn pick up books from the floor.

"I'm terribly sorry. It was an accident." Evy tried to appease him. It's no use Evy, the library is a mess.

"My dear girl when Ramesses destroyed Syria that was an accident. You are a catastrophe! Look at my library! Why do I put up with you?" Evelyn turns to him becoming irritated and trying to contain herself.

"Well you put up with me because I can read and write Ancient Egyptian. Decipher hieroglyphs and hieratic, and well I'm the only person within a thousand miles who knows how to properly code and catalogue this library that's why!" Evy's voice became louder as she began to rant at the curator.

"I put up with you because your mother and father were our finest patrons! That's why. Allah rest their souls. Now I don't care how you do it. Straighten up this mess!" Terence stormed out of the room and left me and a steaming Evy to clean up the mess.

"You know he didn't mean to be harsh. Though Evy this is quite a mess." I tell her with a small laugh. "What were you doing to cause such a mess?"

Evelyn frowned softly and I stopped the giggles from escaping my lips as she explained her fall from the ladder after trying to place a book on the shelf opposite to the one she had been leaning on. We both were laughing at the end of her tale. Our fun was cut short as a noise was heard coming from one of the exhibit halls.

"What was that?" I asked placing the books in my hand on a table and standing up.

"I'm not sure; we should go check it out." I followed Evy out of the room.

"Hello?" Evy said looking around. It was quiet. Eerie. And then we heard it again, like feet, slowly shuffling across the floor, coming from a nearby gallery.

"Abdul? Mohammed...? Bob?" She called out again hoping it to be one of the other workers. I shushed her and we got closer to the gallery. We walked through the stacks and entered a room filled with treasures and plunder from the Middle Kingdom. It was very dark and quiet in there. The only light came from flickering torches at either end of the spooky gallery. The noise again! From the far side of the room… feet, slowly shuffled; plodding across the floor. Evelyn grabbed a torch. Looked around, at a statue of Anubis, another of Horus, they seemed to be staring down at her, who was starting to get scared. I just walked quietly beside her. We walked down the aisles past a closed sarcophagus, cases of ancient artifacts, and yet another sarcophagus, - only this one was open! Evelyn froze, swallowing hard, nervously looked around to see who could have opened it. I saw no one else in the room but us, as I looked around as well as she slowly leaned forward with the torch, and peered inside.

Suddenly a hideous rotted mummy sat up and screeched at us! I jumped and Evelyn screamed and we both backed away from the coffin, scared out of our wits. And then, coming from inside the sarcophagus, we heard a man laughing. Evy's eyes narrowed as a foppish cad crawled out from behind the mummy, laughing his ass off, half drunk.

"You…! YOU…!" Evy couldn't even get the words out.

"Drunkard? Fool? Rat-bastard? Please call me something original." The man laughed even more, putting a cigarette in the mummy's mouth.

"Have you no respect for the dead?" Evy said as the shock was wearing off; I on the other hand was finding the situation a little amusing. Apparently Evelyn knew the man and her reaction to this situation was humorous.

"Right now, I only wish to join them." He said placing the mummy's arm up to rest on the edge of the sarcophagus grinning drunkenly.

"Well I wish you'd do it sooner rather than later, before you ruin my career the way you ruined yours, now get out." She said taking the cigarette from the mummy's mouth and hitting the man on the arm before helping him climb out.

"My dear, sweet, baby sister, I'll have you know, that at this moment my career is on a high note." He said, staggering to gain his footing. So this is the older brother she's always telling me about. I tried to contain my giggles.

"High note? Ha! Oh not right now Jonathan. I've just made a bit of a mess in the library and the Bembridge Scholars have rejected my application… they say that I don't have enough experience in the field." So that's why she's been so down lately… I thought for sure she would get in this time. She sat down dejectedly on a stone bench near the statue of Horus. I sat next to her and gave her a one-armed hug.

"Don't worry Evy; it will turn out alright, you'll see." I tried making her smile.

"Yeah and you'll always have me, old mum." Jonathan said with a smile and joined the hug. "Now I have just the thing to cheer you up." He began to rummage through his pockets and then walked over to the sarcophagus and pulled something out.

"Oh no Jonathan, not another worthless trinket, if I have to bring one more piece of junk to the Curator to try and sell for you..." She trailed off as Jonathan pulls out a small, ancient box. Evelyn was instantly curious, grabbing the box out of his hand and looking it over.

"Where did you get this?" She asked, turning the box this way and that, reading the inscriptions. She handed it for me to look at. As my fingers touched the box a cold chill ran down my spine. Something was not right with this. I gave it back to Evelyn.

"On a dig down in Thebes" he replied, looking on in anticipation. "All my life I've never found anything please Evy tell me I've found something." Evelyn placed her fingers on the sides and turns the box. There was a soft click and the top popped open to reveal a folded piece of papyrus. Evy gently pulled it out of the box.

"Jonathan, I think you found something." She turned to him with a smile and then glanced back at me. "Oh how rude of me. You two don't know each other, do you? Jonathan this is my friend Belle Amera, she is also a librarian here. Belle this is my drunkard, boorish, disrespectful older brother Jonathan."

"How do you do?" He laughed, ignoring his sister's presentation, and shook my hand.

"Nice to meet you." I replied smiling in amusement. Evelyn really must not like his drinking habits.

We were in Terence's office showing him the map Evy had found in the puzzle box. Terence sat at his desk, staring through a jeweler's eyepiece at the box as Evelyn hovered behind him, excited. I sat in a chair across the room.

"You see the cartouche there, it's the official royal seal of Seti the First, I'm sure of it." Evy said pointing it out on the map. Dr. Bey glanced over the paper with a slight frown.

"Perhaps." He said as Jonathan leaned in from across the desk.

"Two questions. Who the hell is Seti the First? And was he rich?" Jonathan asked. I rolled my eyes with a small smile and shook my head. 'Is he rich?' Really Jonathan…

"He was the last Pharaoh of the Old Kingdom, said to be the wealthiest Pharaoh of them all." Evy replied looking up from the map.

"Alright, good, that's good. I like this fellow, I like him very much." Jonathan is very amusing. Are all his thoughts based on money?

"I've already dated it; this map is almost four thousand years old. And if you look at the hieratic there…well its Hamunaptra." Evelyn exclaimed excitedly. Hamunaptra… now why does that sound familiar? I can't remember. And why does it set my nerves on edge? Terence seemed to freeze with a slightly panicked look at the word Hamunaptra before resuming a calm and stern expression. He turned to Evelyn and replied "My dear girl, don't be ridiculous, we are scholars, not treasure hunters. Hamunaptra is a myth told by Arab story tellers to attract tourists."

"Are we talking about the Hamunaptra?" Jonathan asked.

Then I remembered reading something about the place, and said "Yes. The City of the Dead; where the earliest of Pharaohs were said to have hidden the wealth of Egypt."

"Right, right, in a big underground treasure chamber. Everybody knows the story. The entire necropolis was rigged to sink into the sand. On Pharaoh's command, a flick of the switch! And the whole place could disappear beneath the dunes." Jonathan said and Terence shook his head.

"All we know is that the city mysteriously vanished around 2,134 B.C." Evy said turning from her brother to look at me with a nod to confirm the information. Terence held the map closer to the lit oil lamp as if to see it better.

"As the Americans would say; it's all fairy tales and hokum. Oh!" Terence exclaimed. The map suddenly caught on fire. He threw it on the floor and I stood to my feet as Jonathan and Evelyn dropped to their knees to quickly put it out. The left third of the map was now missing.

"You burned it! You burned off the part with the lost city!" Jonathan yelled holding the map as if it would turn into ash; his dreams of wealth gone in a poof.

"It's for the best, I'm sure. Many men have wasted their lives in the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra, no one has ever found it, most have never returned." Terence said in all seriousness. Something is not right… is he intentionally trying to keep us from going to that place?

"You killed my map." Jonathan whined with the map in his lap.

"I'm sure it was a fake, anyway, I'm surprised at you, Miss Carnarvon, to be so fooled. You too Belle." I frowned and before he could reach for the box again I grabbed it and walked out the door with Evy and Jonathan following behind.

Word Count: 2,150

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