A/N: Happy 11/11/11 People!

P.S. I don't own the Kane Chronicles, nor am I making money from righting a rudimental fanfiction story

Okay, here we go again! Welcome to… The Kane Zone… Hahaha! The Kane GNOME! XD

I think there might be more comments in proprtion to the length of this chapter, because the other was like 16 pages, and this was 10... Oh well, enjoy...

Everyone stared as Ruby looked around in surprise.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" Sadie asked, and Carter nodded, his mouth hanging open.

"I… Have no clue!" Ruby said, walking up to Sadie and Carter, "I was just sitting in the Afterlife, when 'poof', here I am!" She explained, and everyone turned to look at Osiris, who was smirking.

"Dad?" Carter asked, and Osiris shook his head.

"Nope, it's Osiris this time," He said, and everyone but Set smirked at the antics of them.

"Ugh, can we just read?" Set asked, and Ruby pulled up a chair and listened as Carter started to read.

"An Explosion for Christmas" Carter read.

Sadie and Carter gazed up at the five gods released on that day, and noticed the looks of recognition on their faces.

"Aw… I'm so dead after this chapter…" Set groaned, and Ruby looked up questioningly.

I'D BEEN TO THE BRITISH MUSEM BEFORE. In fact I've been in more museums than I like to admit—it makes me sound like a total geek.

"You are a total geek," Sadie said, and then Carter read the next line.

[That's Sadie in the background, yelling that I am a total geek. Thanks, Sis.]

"No problem," Sadie joked, smirking.

Anyway, the museum was closed and completely dark, but the curator and two security guards were waiting for us on the front steps.

"Dr. Kane!" The curator was a greasy little dude in a cheap suit. I'd seen mummies with more hair and better teeth.

"Which mummies?" Nephthys and Anubis asked at the same time.

Everyone got quiet as they turned to look at each other wide-eyed.

Set smirked, and everyone started to smile, as Carter answered.

"Well… Almost all of them, actually…" Carter said, and everyone shivered.

He shook my dad's hand like he was meeting a rock star. "Your last paper on Imhotep—brilliant! I don't know how you translated those spells!"

"That's because he's a magician," Ruby said, and Julius smiled at her.

"Im-ho-who?" Sadie muttered to me.

"Imhotep," I said. "High priest, architect. Some say he was a magician. Designed the first step pyramid. You know."

"Don't know," Sadie said. "Don't care. But thanks."

Dad expressed his gratitude to the curator for hosting us on a holiday. Then he put his hand on my shoulder. "Dr. Martin, I'd like you to meet Carter and Sadie."

"Ah! Your son, obviously, and—" The curator looked hesitantly at Sadie. "And this young lady?"

"Ugh… And cue the annoyance," Sadie and Carter said, as Julius and Ruby smiled at them comfortingly.

"My daughter," Dad said.

Dr. Martin's stare went temporarily blank. Doesn't matter how open-minded or polite people think they are, there's always that moment of confusion that flashes across their faces when they realize Sadie is part of our family. I hate it,

"True," Sadie said, scowling.

but over the years I've come to expect it.

"Also true…"

The curator regained his smile. "Yes, yes, of course. Right this way, Dr. Kane. We're very honored!"

The security guards locked the doors behind us. They took our luggage, then one of them reached for Dad's workbag.

"Ah, no," Dad said with a tight smile. "I'll keep this one."

"I couldn't let them take my magician bag, now could I?" Julius said, and Ruby smiled at him.

"No, no you couldn't," She said, and Julius smiled back at her.

The guards stayed in the foyer as we followed the curator into the Great Court. It was ominous at night. Dim light from the glass-domed ceiling cast crosshatched shadows across the walls like a giant spiderweb. Our footsteps clicked on the white marble floor.

"So," Dad said, "the stone."

"Yes!" the curator said. "Though I can't imagine what new information you could glean from it. It's been studied to death—our most famous artifact, of course."

"Of course," Dad said. "But you may be surprised."

"What's he on about now?" Sadie whispered to me.

I didn't answer. I had a sneaking suspicion what stone they were talking about, but I couldn't figure out why Dad would drag us out on Christmas Eve to see it.

I wondered what he'd been about to tell us at Cleopatra's Needle—something about our mother and the night she died. And why did he keep glancing around as if he expected those strange people we'd seen at the Needle to pop up again? We were locked in a museum surrounded by guards and high-tech security. Nobody could bother us in here—I hoped.

We turned left into the Egyptian wing. The walls were lined with massive statues of the pharaohs and gods, but my dad bypassed them all and went straight for the main attraction in the middle of the room.

"Beautiful," my father murmured. "And it's not a replica?"

"No, no," the curator promised. "We don't always keep the actual stone on display, but for you—this is quite real."

"Good! It would be really bad if someone worked a spell on a fake one…" Set murmured, and everyone looked at him strangely, "What? Okay, so I did it once and it… Kinda almost blew up the entire Upper Egypt…"

"Interesting fact, Upper Egypt is in fact in the South, while Lower Egypt is to the North. This is because-" Thoth started, but Set cut him off.

"Because the Nile flows North, so from the perspective of the Egyptians, Upper Egypt was from the opposite directional flow of the Nile, while Lower Egypt was placed at the end of the Nile…" Set stated, and Thoth looked mad.

"How do you even know that?" He demanded.

"You say it every time Upper or Lower Egypt is mentioned!" Set explained.

We were staring at a slab of dark gray rock about three feet tall and two feet wide. It sat on a pedestal, encased in a glass box. The flat surface of the stone was chiseled with three distinct bands of writing. The top part was Ancient Egyptian picture writing: hieroglyphics. The middle section...I had to rack my brain to remember what my dad called it: Demotic, a kind of writing from the period when the Greeks controlled Egypt and a lot of Greek words got mixed into Egyptian. The last lines were in Greek.

"The Rosetta Stone," I said.

"Isn't that a computer program?" Sadie asked.

All the gods and goddesses turned to look at Sadie in disbelief.

I wanted to tell her how stupid she was, but the curator cut me off with a nervous laugh. "Young lady, the Rosetta Stone was the key to deciphering hieroglyphics! It was discovered by Napoleon's army in 1799 and—"

"Oh, right," Sadie said. "I remember now."

I knew she was just saying that to shut him up, but my dad wouldn't let it go.

"Sadie," he said, "until this stone was discovered, regular mortals...er, I mean, no one had been able to read hieroglyphics for centuries. The written language of Egypt had been completely forgotten. Then an Englishman named Thomas Young proved that the Rosetta Stone's three languages all conveyed the same message. A Frenchman named Champollion took up the work and cracked the code of hieroglyphics."

Sadie chewed her gum, unimpressed. "What's it say, then?"

"Absolutely nothing!" Set said, scowling, "the most boring piece of Egyptian work, and they decide to trap me in it…" Set grumbled, and Nephthys nodded in agreement.

Dad shrugged. "Nothing important. It's basically a thank-you letter from some priests to King Ptolemy V. When it was first carved, the stone was no big deal. But over the centuries...over the centuries it has become a powerful symbol. Perhaps the most important connection between Ancient Egypt and the modern world. I was a fool not to realize its potential sooner."

"Julius… You just lost them," Ruby said.

He'd lost me, and apparently the curator too.

"Dr. Kane?" he asked. "Are you quite all right?"

Dad breathed deeply. "My apologies, Dr. Martin. I was just...thinking aloud. If I could have the glass removed? And if you could bring me the papers I asked for from your archives."

Dr. Martin nodded. He pressed a code into a small remote control, and the front of the glass box clicked open.

"It will take a few minutes to retrieve the notes," Dr. Martin said. "For anyone else, I would hesitate to grant unguarded access to the stone, as you've requested. I trust you'll be careful."

"Yeah, he was careful… With the whole 'shattering the Rosetta Stone into a million pieces," Set spoke up, and then Nephthys continued.

"I personally wish they would have left it broken… do you know how boring it would be to be stuck in a thank you note for thousands of years?" Nephthys asked, and then Horus spoke up.

"At least we had the game Scrabble!"

Everyone got silent, and then burst out laughing as the five gods born on the Demon Days looked embarrassed.

He glanced at us kids like we were troublemakers.

"We'll be careful," Dad promised.

As soon as Dr. Martin's steps receded, Dad turned to us with a frantic look in his eyes. "Children, this is very important. You have to stay out of this room."

He slipped his workbag off his shoulder and unzipped it just enough to pull out a bike chain and padlock. "Follow Dr. Martin. You'll find his office at the end of the Great Court on the left. There's only one entrance. Once he's inside, wrap this around the door handles and lock it tight. We need to delay him."

"You want us to lock him in?" Sadie asked, suddenly interested. "Brilliant!"

Ruby scowled at her daughter, who blushed.

"Well, locking him in the office was the most exciting thing to happen there, as of that time…" She stammered, and Ruby sighed.

"Yeah, Okay,"

"Dad," I said, "what's going on?"

"We don't have time for explanations," he said. "This will be our only chance. They're coming."

"Who's coming?" Sadie asked.

He took Sadie by the shoulders. "Sweetheart, I love you. And I'm sorry...I'm sorry for many things, but there's no time now. If this works, I promise I'll make everything better for all of us. Carter, you're my brave man. You have to trust me. Remember, lock up Dr. Martin. Then stay out of this room!"

"Never tell someone to stay out of a room… They just break in to find out what you're hiding…" a cool voice spoke from the darkness, and Khonsu stepped forward, still tossing his ridiculous coin.

"So… When am I going to show up?" He asked, sitting in a chair sculptured out of moonlight and listening to the story as everyone ignored him.

Chaining the curator's door was easy. But as soon as we'd finished, we looked back the way we'd come and saw blue light streaming from the Egyptian gallery, as if our dad had installed a giant glowing aquarium.

"If only it was that simple," Isis spoke up, and Julius nodded in agreement.

Sadie locked eyes with me. "Honestly, do you have any idea what he's up to?"

"None," I said. "But he's been acting strange lately. Thinking a lot about Mom. He keeps her picture..."

I didn't want to say more. Fortunately Sadie nodded like she understood.

"What's in his workbag?" she asked.

"I don't know. He told me never to look."

Sadie raised an eyebrow. "And you never did? God, that is so like you, Carter. You're hopeless."

"Hey! I still take offense to that!" Carter said, and Sadie smiled at him innocently.

I wanted to defend myself, but just then a tremor shook the floor.

Startled, Sadie grabbed my arm. "He told us to stay put. I suppose you're going to follow that order too?"

Actually, that order was sounding pretty good to me,

"Then why'd you go?" Julius demanded, and Carter continued to read in order to answer that.

but Sadie sprinted down the hall, and after a moment's hesitation, I ran after her.

"I should've known…" Julius muttered, and Sadie smiled again.

When we reached the entrance of the Egyptian gallery, we stopped dead in our tracks. Our dad stood in front of the Rosetta Stone with his back to us. A blue circle glowed on the floor around him, as if someone had switched on hidden neon tubes in the floor.

My dad had thrown off his overcoat. His workbag lay open at his feet, revealing a wooden box about two feet long, painted with Egyptian images.

"What's he holding?" Sadie whispered to me. "Is that a boomerang?"

"A boomerang?" Horus asked, skeptical.

"Yes Horus… A curved wooden stick that comes back when you throw it," Set said slowly, and Horus glared at him.

"I know what it is! I just don't think wands look like that!" Horus grumbled angrily.

Sure enough, when Dad raised his hand, he was brandishing a curved white stick. It did look like a boomerang. But instead of throwing the stick, he touched it to the Rosetta Stone. Sadie caught her breath. Dad was writing on the stone. Wherever the boomerang made contact, glowing blue lines appeared on the granite. Hieroglyphs.

It made no sense. How could he write glowing words with a stick? But the image was bright and clear: ram's horns above a box and an X.

"Open," Sadie murmured. I stared at her, because it sounded like she had just translated the word, but that was impossible.

"Nothing's impossible for the Kanes!" Ruby said, and the other Kanes nodded, including Amos.

I'd been hanging around Dad for years, and even I could read only a few hieroglyphs. They are seriously hard to learn.

Dad raised his arms. He chanted: "Wo-seer, i-ei." And two more hieroglyphic symbols burned blue against the surface of the Rosetta Stone.

As stunned as I was, I recognized the first symbol. It was the name of the Egyptian god of the dead.

"Wo-seer," I whispered. I'd never heard it pronounced that way, but I knew what it meant. "Osiris."

"Osiris, come," Sadie said, as if in a trance. Then her eyes widened. "No!" she shouted. "Dad, no!"

Our father turned in surprise. He started to say, "Children—" but it was too late. The ground rumbled. The blue light turned to searing white, and the Rosetta Stone exploded.

"Yep, Merry Christmas," Ruby murmured, glaring at Julius, who smiled sheepishly.

When I regained consciousness, the first thing I heard was laughter—horrible, gleeful laughter

"My laugh is not horrible!" Set called out, and Nephthys smirked.

"Your regular laugh isn't, but your evil laugh is," She said, and Set looked angry.

"I don't have an evil and regular laugh!" He argued, but Nephthys smirked.

"Yes you do… When you are regularly laughing, it sounds like a chuckle, when your evil, it sounds more like a screeching," Nephthys said, and Set glared at her.

"That is not true!" He said, and Nephthys shrugged.

"Whatever you say," Nephthys teased, and Set sighed.

mixed with the blare of the museum's security alarms.

I felt like I'd just been run over by a tractor. I sat up, dazed, and spit a piece of Rosetta Stone out of my mouth.

"Ugh! What did it taste like?" Khonsu spoke up, and Carter looked at him strangely.

"Umm… An old stone?" Carter guessed, and Khonsu nodded.

"Fine by me," He said.

The gallery was in ruins. Waves of fire rippled in pools along the floor. Giant statues had toppled. Sarcophagi had been knocked off their pedestals. Pieces of the Rosetta Stone had exploded outward with such force that they'd embedded themselves in the columns, the walls, the other exhibits.

Zia winced.

"It was that violent?" She asked, and Carter nodded.

Sadie was passed out next to me, but she looked unharmed. I shook her shoulder, and she grunted. "Ugh."

In front of us, where the Rosetta Stone had been, stood a smoking, sheared-off pedestal. The floor was blackened in a starburst pattern, except for the glowing blue circle around our father.

He was facing our direction, but he didn't seem to be looking at us. A bloody cut ran across his scalp. He gripped the boomerang tightly.

I didn't understand what he was looking at. Then the horrible laughter echoed around the room again, and I realized it was coming from right in front of me.

Something stood between our father and us. At first, I could barely make it out—just a flicker of heat. But as I concentrated, it took on a vague form—the fiery outline of a man.

He was taller than Dad, and his laugh cut through me like a chainsaw.

"Well done," he said to my father. "Very well done, Julius."

"You were not summoned!" My father's voice trembled. He held up the boomerang, but the fiery man flicked one finger, and the stick flew from Dad's hand, shattering against the wall.

"Ouch," Horus said, turning to Julius, "that must have sucked."

Everyone glared at him and Carter spoke through clenched teeth.

"Not helping here!"

"I am never summoned, Julius," the man purred. "But when you open a door, you must be prepared for guests to walk through."

"That's actually a pretty good analogy…" Amos muttered grudgingly, and Carter shrugged.

"Back to the Duat!" my father roared. "I have the power of the Great King!"

"Oh, scary," the fiery man said with amusement. "And even if you knew how to use that power, which you do not, he was never my match. I am the strongest. Now you will share his fate."

The Kanes all glared at Set, who slid down in his seat.

"He… He… Well… What use is it living in the past?" Set asked, smirking as they all rolled their eyes and turned back to the book.

I couldn't make sense of anything, but I knew that I had to help my dad. I tried to pick up the nearest chunk of stone, but I was so terrified my fingers felt frozen and numb. My hands were useless.

Dad shot me a silent look of warning: Get out. I realized he was intentionally keeping the fiery man's back to us, hoping Sadie and I would escape unnoticed.

"Then why didn't you?" Julius grumbled, and Sadie and Carter frowned.

"We couldn't leave you like that…" Sadie spoke, and Carter nodded in agreement.

Sadie was still groggy. I managed to drag her behind a column, into the shadows. When she started to protest, I clamped my hand over her mouth. That woke her up. She saw what was happening and stopped fighting.

Alarms blared. Fire circled around the doorways of the gallery. The guards had to be on their way, but I wasn't sure if that was a good thing for us.

"It wasn't…" Carter confirmed, and Sadie winced.

Dad crouched to the floor, keeping his eyes on his enemy, and opened his painted wooden box. He brought out a small rod like a ruler. He muttered something under his breath and the rod elongated into a wooden staff as tall as he was.

Sadie made a squeaking sound. I couldn't believe my eyes either, but things only got weirder.

"Things always get weirder," Amos said, and the other Kanes thought about it for a second before nodded.

Dad threw his staff at the fiery man's feet, and it changed into an enormous serpent—ten feet long and as big around as I was—with coppery scales and glowing red eyes.

"That was too much like Apophis for it to be any trouble," Set commented, and Julius shrugged.

"Sorry for trying," He grumbled.

It lunged at the fiery man, who effortlessly grabbed the serpent by its neck. The man's hand burst into white-hot flames, and the snake burned to ashes.

Zia's mouth dropped open, as did Ruby's.

"You just touched it and it burst into flames?" They both asked, and Set shrugged.

"An old trick, Julius," the fiery man chided.

My dad glanced at us, silently urging us again to run. Part of me refused to believe any of this was real. Maybe I was unconscious, having a nightmare. Next to me, Sadie picked up a chunk of stone.

"Sadie always tries to fight back," Carter said, and Sadie nodded.

"It's impulse," Sadie explained.

"How many?" my dad asked quickly, trying to keep the fiery man's attention. "How many did I release?"

"Why, all five," the man said, as if explaining something to a child. "You should know we're a package deal, Julius. Soon I'll release even more, and they'll be very grateful. I shall be named king again."

"The Demon Days," my father said. "They'll stop you before it's too late."

Sadie and Carter clapped hands, smirking as Set scowled.

The fiery man laughed. "You think the House can stop me? Those old fools can't even stop arguing among themselves. Now let the story be told anew. And this time you shall never rise!"

The fiery man waved his hand. The blue circle at Dad's feet went dark. Dad grabbed for his toolbox, but it skittered across the floor.

"Good-bye, Osiris," the fiery man said. With another flick of his hand, he conjured a glowing coffin around our dad. At first it was transparent, but as our father struggled and pounded on its sides, the coffin became more and more solid—a golden Egyptian sarcophagus inlaid with jewels. My dad caught my eyes one last time, and mouthed the word Run! before the coffin sank into the floor, as if the ground had turned to water.

"Dad!" I screamed.

Sadie threw her stone, but it sailed harmlessly through the fiery man's head.

"I still felt it!" Set scowled, and Sadie smiled.

"Good," She said simply, and Set glared.

He turned, and for one terrible moment, his face appeared in the flames. What I saw made no sense. It was as if someone had superimposed two different faces on top of each other—one almost human, with pale skin, cruel, angular features, and glowing red eyes, the other like an animal with dark fur and sharp fangs. Worse than a dog or a wolf or a lion—some animal I'd never seen before.

"It's a Set Animal!" Set called out, fuming, "you spend your whole life basically in Egypt and you don't even recognize one of the only hybrid, undiscovered creatures?"

"What's another hybrid creature?" Sadie asked, and Set waved his hand dismissively.

"Ammit, and some others, I believe," He said simply.

Those red eyes stared at me, and I knew I was going to die.

Behind me, heavy footsteps echoed on the marble floor of the Great Court. Voices were barking orders. The security guards, maybe the police—but they'd never get here in time.

The fiery man lunged at us. A few inches from my face, something shoved him backward.

Horus and Isis smirked at Set, who scowled at them in return.

The air sparked with electricity. The amulet around my neck grew uncomfortably hot.

The fiery man hissed, regarding me more carefully. "So...it's you."

The building shook again. At the opposite end of the room, part of the wall exploded in a brilliant flash of light. Two people stepped through the gap—the man and the girl we'd seen at the Needle, their robes swirling around them. Both of them held staffs.

The fiery man snarled. He looked at me one last time and said, "Soon, boy."

Then the entire room erupted in flames. A blast of heat sucked all the air of out my lungs and I crumpled to the floor.

"That bad?" Zia asked, and Carter nodded, and smiled reassuringly to her.

The last thing I remember, the man with the forked beard and the girl in blue were standing over me. I heard the security guards running and shouting, getting closer. The girl crouched over me and drew a long curved knife from her belt.

Zia winced.

"We must act quickly," she told the man.

"Not yet," he said with some reluctance. His thick accent sounded French. "We must be sure before we destroy them."

"Wow, Desjardins showed some mercy… Of course, I still prefer him to Vlad," Set growled, getting riled up by just thinking about that horrible person.

I closed my eyes and drifted into unconsciousness.