A/N: Hey there people! Sorry for the lack of updates but my co-author and myself have been just ironing out details for the next few chapters. Might've been a better idea to just write the second one instead but meh… stuff happens and school gets in the way. And now, here's Brenna with something to say to you all!

Hey everyone I hope you will enjoy reading the story as much as me and Shawnee had fun creating the story. And ya sorry for the lack of updates , school keeps us busy you know. Anyway enjoy!

Hey Brenna…. Happy Belated Birthday!

Gee… Thanks

"So now what?" Shawnee sighed as she laid back on the hotel bed. Brenna frowned at her from her position at the end of the bed.

"You're not easy to please are you?" She looked up briefly, rolled her eyes, but said nothing. Brenna threw her hands up in agitation. Chris glanced up at her from his spot on the floor, leaning against the bed.

"Told you this would be a boring trip! We never should have come here!" Jordan nodded emphatically. Shawnee sat up and watched Brenna's expression curiously, hands folded in her lap. Brenna's eyes widened slightly but, with a misgiving smile on her face, said "If you didn't want to come, then why'd you say you wanted to?" Chris's eyes went wide under his baseball cap as Brenna gave a victorious smirk. Shawnee picked up a pamphlet off the side table after the exchange lost its novelty and flipped through it, vaguely glancing at the attractions listed until something caught her attention.

"Hey guys, how about a trip to a museum?" Brenna flipped her head towards her, an eyebrow raised.

"What's it about? French history?" Shawnee nodded, her expression blank. Chris and Jordan bolted on to their knees, eyes wide at the fearful thought of going to a museum for something to do.

"No way! We are not going to some stupid French history museum place!" Chris said, his voice filled with stubborn determination. Jordan crossed his arms, giving an emphatic nod of a agreement. Brenna rolled her eyes.

"It's not that bad! It says here that it has a wing about the history of French wines and even allows you to try some…" Shawnee paused to look over the top of the pamphlet, seeing Chris's eyes go wide and glimmer with excitement. "And there's something there about the history of French sports as well." Jordan's eyes bugged out. Brenna smiled, holding back a chuckle.

"I guess we know where we're going."

The four of them stood outside of the Hotel de France, Brenna standing at the edge of the curb trying to attract a taxi. After a few minutes of the four of them standing there looking helpless and desperate for a ride, a kind taxi driver pulled up and they all piled in. While they drove through the busy Paris streets, Brenna took out her mother's camera and snapped a few pictures. Chris and Jordan were busy talking about the wine they were soon to try at the museum and Shawnee continued to pour over the pamphlet.

The taxi stopped outside what looked to be a shrunken version of a castle and they slipped out of the taxi, Shawnee handing the driver a few coins. The taxi drove off, lost in the masses of vehicles in the area and they trudged up the long, wide steps to the huge, oak double doors at the top. Brenna pushed open the door and they made their way into what seemed to be a giant entrance hall. A tourist desk sat in the middle with lines of people extending this way and that, tours weaving in between and through the lines as they made their way through the seemingly endless halls of the museum. Brenna got in line and left the others to sit on a bench by a tall arched window, passing time by watching the other tourists move around them. When she returned, she had a big smile on her face.

"I've signed us up for a tour! This way we won't miss a thing!" Chris groaned but got up with the other three to join a growing group of people surrounding a young, blonde French woman in a blue uniform. The four of them soon lost interest as the woman spoke, eyes glazed over in boredom although Brenna tried to remain focused. Shawnee felt an insistent tugging on her arm and looked up from the floor to see Brenna trying to pull her with the rest of the tour group.

"And this is the 17th century wing of the museum, home to the private items of France's most famous king, Louis 14th, and some of his personal guard. Now if you'll follow me to my left…" The woman was being as quick as possible, choosing to actually go through only certain rooms while briefly showing others and passing on. Chris and Brenna had reached the doorway to the next area when Jordan looked back over his shoulder to see that Shawnee had stopped back near one of the displays.

"Hey! Someone better go get her or else she'll never leave!" He said, gesturing to the still teen. Brenna gave an impatient sigh and, upon reaching her friend, yanked sharply at her arm.

"Shawnee, stop staring at the sword and let's go! We're losing the tour group!"

"But Brenna, the sword…. It has words on it and your nickname's in the poem!" Brenna froze and turned to stare through the glass case and the sword, its gemstone encrusted handle glittering from the light from the high arched windows.

"He who touches the sword of Athos shall face the wrath of the past?" She mouthed the words on the sword in confusion. She stood and looked at Shawnee, her eyes wide and expression befuddled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The boys had joined them but after reading the strange riddle had moved on to look at the other items in the room. Shawnee gave a shrug of indifference. Brenna sighed, gave the sword a sidelong glance, and gestured to the boys.

"Come on guys. Let's get out of here and find the tour group. Lord knows we probably won't but it's better than getting lost in this place." Shawnee frowned quietly.

"Brenna, I want to touch the sword." Brenna looked at her, her face blank as she absorbed the random comment before her look turned to one of stubborn command.

"You know you can't do that! We'd get in so much trouble! Come on, let's just get out of here. This place gives me the creeps!" She turned to follow the boys heading for the doorway when she heard the sound of something heavy being shifted and placed. Almost like a sheet of glass…

She turned in fear, eyes wide with shock, to see Shawnee's hand reaching for the blade, the lid of the glass case set on an angle against the container. She started to spring forward, the boys behind her when they heard her cry out.

"Shawnee no! Don't touch it!" She and the boys reached her and had just grasped the back of her shirt when her hand met the cold blade of the sword. Bright blue light surrounded them, spinning at dizzying speeds. The sword was no where to be seen. The four teens felt the sudden feeling of rushing air, as if they were falling of a high cliff, unable to breathe as the speed of the light increased and became a blinding white as it moved faster and faster around them. All of them began to scream as the light became too bright to stand and they shielded their eyes, but no sound escaped them because there was no air to breathe. Then suddenly, everything stopped moving, the sound of crunching and a large wet splat met their ears, as well as some very choice language from Chris.

Shawnee sat up to find herself in a pile of hay, Brenna to her left and Jordan to her right, Chris on the ground in a shallow mud puddle after having rolled off the hay, cursing with every word he knew. Brenna stirred and sat up, shaking her head in an effort to clear it. Jordan rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself up onto his hands before pushing himself to his knees and removing his glasses, wiping them off on his shirt. Chris staggered to his feet, shaking his hands and feet to remove the mud, with little success to show for it.

"Brenna where do you think we are?" Shawnee asked quietly after having climbed off the hay pile and looking down the hill to see a large city beneath them, sprawling out against the horizon. Brenna stood next to her frowning, eyes flashing as she tried to hopelessly maintain her temper. She spun to face Shawnee, eyes wide, hands flailing.

"Where the heck do you think we are?! We're in the 17th century! Why did you have to be so stupid as to touch the sword?!" She ranted, driving Shawnee back until she tumbled into the hay pile again, staring up at her wordlessly. Jordan and Chris stood back, smirking at the situation.

"Bet you five bucks Brenna's going to scream at her for more than an hour." Jordan muttered. Chris gave a cocky smile.

"You're on"

Well that's the end of that. Now you're probably wondering why I did something so stupid… My answer? I have absolutely no idea… Although, it did get Brenna rather mad didn't it? Anyhow, sorry again for the long wait and thank you to GalitMirav for our very first review. It's about time somebody did! Now, if you'll excuse me, I do believe Brenna wants to continue shouting at me. So long people!

In closing enjoy the story and have fun!