**Lets all just use our imaginations and pretend that Evie and Rick had twins instead of just Alex…**

PS: Sorry for all the spelling mistakes having to do with The Mummy.

Rating: PG!!

Disclaimer: Well…none are mine…except Frankie, also the Anuzy Pyramid its Pharaoh and well…everything that is in it. All came from my head. Anyways…please enjoy and no infringement is intended.

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The tomb entrance was a narrow passage but as soon as they made it to the main hall, Frances' mouth dropped open. The tomb was massive, despite how small it looked from the outside. "Wow," she whispered, too dumbfounded to think of anything memorable to say. "Are those walls real gold?" She murmured, finally finding her voice.

"Yes," Professor Almahed replied, resting a hand on her shoulder. "I want all of you to break into your groups, in which you are to translate."

"You two take the temple with Ernie and Georgia," Professor Almahed directed, he pointed into a small room that Frances hadn't noticed before. Frances followed his gaze and saw a statue of a woman seated on a throne. Frances realized that this statue was made…entirely of gold. She also noticed this woman was missing her head.

"Is that a bad thing?" She wondered taking a step back.

Professor Almahed chuckled, "there have been hundreds of men who have scoured the tombs of Egypt simply for their treasures. That head was taken nearly a hundred years ago."

Frances stared at the statue, still feeling uneasy.

"See the base of the statue?" Professor Almahed wondered and Dierdre nodded. "Start translating."

The two girls wondered into the temple, two other students were busy trying to translate a slap of gold on the far wall.

Frances and Dierdre stared at the statue; not sure where to start.

"How about you translate, and I'll write it down?" Dierdre offered and Frances nodded.

"All right," she mumbled to herself. She circled the statue, trying to decide the best place to start. She crouched down and reached out her fingers to brush across the symbols. But then remember Professor Almahed's words of warning she jerked he hand back; trying to remember to play words to symbols as her mother had taught her.

Frances dropped onto her knees. "All right," she took a deep breath, "'He who see's the light shall fight for God and all his people of the world.'" Frances was silent, not really quite sure what to say.

"Would you say that's a warning or a prophecy?" Dierdre wondered quietly.

"I don't know," Frances replied honestly.

"Keep translating," Dierdre said, she was eager to get the translating over with. The temple was really starting to frighten her. Especially the Goddess with no head. Dierdre felt goose flesh pop up on her arms and legs and she quickly scribbled down what Frances had just translated. Frances noticed Dierdre was gripping her pencil so hard that her knuckles were turning white.

"'The chosen one shall rise up with the warriors of God and ride the world of demons brought forth from the sand.'"

"Demon's brought forth from the sand?" Dierdre yelped, her eyes widened but she nodded for Frances to keep going.

Frances took a deep breath, "here we go," she muttered to herself, "'If the chosen one shall fail, the flesh of the mortal world shall be'," Frances sucked in a deep breath. "'Devoured.'" She finished quietly.

"Oh no," Dierdre whimpered.

"Calm down, usually these curses only happen when they're triggered."

"Triggered? By what?"

"Reading words, removing a bracelet."

"What?" Dierdre cried out, "what are you talking about?"

"Nevermind," Frances replied, "it's not important."

"Not important? Anything that talks about the flesh of the mortal world being devoured has got to be important!" Dierdre hissed.

"It is, it is. Just calm down and we'll talk to your father; just don't touch anything." Frances stood up and swung her rucksack onto her shoulder.

The rucksack hit her swiftly knocking her slightly off balance; the momentum from the bag swinging send Frances stumbling into the statue.

"Oomph," Frankie grunted she hit the statue; she reached out to grab the statue to keep herself from falling.

"Frankie no!" Dierdre screamed.

Frances's hand wrapped around the beheaded Goddess' wrist, which was extended palm up towards the entrance of the temple.

A few other teams heard Dierdre's screams; their mouths agape. Including the pair that had also been assigned to the temple; the two had been busy arguing about what a certain symbol meant.

Frances felt herself falling backwards and she tightened her grip, determined not to fall.

The Goddess' arm bent at an odd angle before it detached.

Frances found herself sprawled on the floor of the tomb's temple.

"Are you okay?" A woman with bright red hair wondered, she was one of the students who had been arguing. She and Dierdre helped Frances to sit up.

"That wasn't so bad," Frances said, feeling slightly dazed.

"Wasn't that bad? You ripped the arm off the statue!"

"What?" Frances looked down at her right hand, which was clutching the Goddess's left hand. It felt surprisingly light and Frances realized it was hollow.

Suddenly there was hissing noise behind them, coming from the mangled statue. All the students turned around; sand was pouring out of the neck, and the left hand. There was a sharp series of squeaks and shrieks and suddenly hundreds of scarabs burst out of the statue.

"Run!" Frances screamed as Dierdre dragged Frances to her feet. The students ran screaming from the temple.

"The door!" Professor Almahed shouted as he sprinted down the hall towards them, "close the door!"

Frances saw a small panel on the wall, but they had no key and the scarabs were approaching. In a last ditch effort and a quick prayer Frances kicked out her foot, slamming her heel into the panel. The door grumbled and began to slowly inch closed.

"Don't let the scarabs near you!" Professor Almahed screamed, "get out! He shouted at the other students, "get out now!"

"Fire!" Frances yelped, "they're afraid of fire!"

Professor Almahed grabbed his flashlight from his belt and flicked it on. He shone it down onto the scarabs. The skittered away from the light, Professor Almahed stepped into the temple using his flashlight to hold the flesh eating scarabs at bay.

"Get out!" He shouted, "get out now!"

"Father!" Dierdre screamed, "father no!"

"Go, leave now!" Professor Almahed cried out shaking a scarab off his boot. "Before its too late."

Frances grabbed Dierdre's hand. "We have to get out of here," she yanked her friend away from the temple door. "That flashlight will only hold them at bay for so long." Dierdre looked Frances straight in the eye and let her pull her down the hall.

"Which way?" Frankie yelled helplessly.

"I don't know!"

The paused and looked left then right, in the dim tunnel. They could heard Professor Almahed's shrill shouts and Frances tried her best to block them out of her mind.

"I guess right," she replied, she took a step forward and slammed into something hard—which she assumed was a wall. "Or left," she quipped. She tightened her grip on Dierdre's hand and the two girls sprinted down into the darkness.

TBC…

Hopefully that was mildly suspenseful; also it was meant to be slightly humorous as well. Hope you enjoyed! R & R!!