Hi everyone! I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry that this one took such a long time. School work gets in the way of everything! Not to mention, the finals are approaching soon, so this may or may not take a long time to end! Sorry, again. Though that probably doesn't change anything. :/

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NATM, AND THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. BUT I DO OWN MEGERA/MENIVIA, BERNARD, ELAINE, THE MINOR CHARACTERS THAT ONLY SHOW UP IN ONE CHAPTER AND THE PLOT OF THIS STORY

~PatronusNightFlame

THIRD PERSON POV

"Bring them back!" She cried "Change them back!"

The tablet would not do as she wished. It continued glowing red, causing the exhibits to have a murderous glow on their faces.

The possessed pharaoh pressed the witch onto the wall, trying to choke her. She squirmed and kicked, but he wouldn't budge. Her world was getting darker by the second.

The night guard saw the young girl in danger. Without second thoughts, he picked up the tablet, and hit the pharaoh's head.

A loud clang echoed around the louvre...

Everyone came back to normal. The pharaoh's eyes turned from red to brown...and saw the witch pass out right in front of him.

She fell to the floor. The night guard raced to her, followed by the shoshone woman, who immediately felt her pulse. "Why is it always you?" she muttered. Ahkmenrah stared at his own hands...there was blood on them...he turned to look at his friend...there was blood on her cheeks...

"No...I couldn't have...no..." he muttered to himself, in his native language.

Attila found the two miniatures, laying flat and tired on the floor, and picked them up to protect them. Dexter hopped onto Lancelot who was apologizing to everyone...but no one remembered what they did...or what happened.

Larry checked his watch.

2am

They needed to hurry up.

"Ahk...mind carrying her? We gotta get going...we've got to find the code." instructed Larry, Ahk obeyed and lifted Meg up. Her head leaned on his chest, drops of blood were still running down her cheek.

"The Diversion..." thought the pharaoh. "No wonder no one's lived to tell the tale..."

"Is something bothering you, pharaoh?" asked Amelia, who cracked her knuckles and was currently massaging her shoulder. "Yeah..." said the pharaoh, "it's just that I've...I've never forgotten anything...but, it seems like I've lost my consciousness just a while ago...what happened?"

Amelia sighed. "I would really like to answer that question, sire. But...I don't remember either..."

Back in Washington, Nick and Tilly did NOT just mess up the few of the most famous arts in history.

"Well...I guess they'll have to stare at a broken pitchfork now?" said Tilly, who fell into the 'American Gothic' painting. The red metal balloon poodle managed to push Tilly into that particular painting. While falling into it, she accidentally bent the pitchfork.

"I am extremely sorry, sir" said Tilly, apologizing to the man.

"Oh, no it's alright. I'm a little sick of holding this anyway." he shrugged.

Tilly gave a small smile and dragged Nick to the opposite direction. "I don't understand...why is everything alive?" she muttered. It had been frustrating enough when she had to deal with one museum. Now she's in Washington, trying to take care of...of how many museums?

"Hey, I don't either! The tablet's only supposed to bring one museum alive!" said Nick.

Soon after Nick said that, Tilly's phone rang. "Tils!" cried her best friend, who was in charge of the British museum now.

"Yeah?"

"Mind explaining...why the British museum is alive? Or...why the bronze...metal...lions are playing with each other, accidentally bumping into a bus?"

Tilly's eyes widened.

"No...not them too..."

"What?"

"Alright, I'll..umm...good luck!"

With that, she hung up the phone.

"Okay...judging by your panicking expression, and 'good luck'. Something's up." Said Nick, analyzing her face. Tilly blinked a couple of times.

This is not happening. She thought. Not...possible.

"And now you're staring into space...yep. Some other weird troublesome thingomabob we have to take care of?" suggested Nick.

"Brit's alive. The...the-uhh...the lions are alive..." she stuttered.

Now it was Nick's turn to be speechless. "Ahk has a lot of explaining to do."

"WATCH OUT! WAVE!"

MEG'S POV

I hate this bed. It's not comfortable and I feel like I'm sitting up, instead of laying down. Plus, it feels like I'm on a train...a train that keeps bouncing up and down, non-stop. I swear...this trip to the bloody Louvre is killing me...I was so excited about working with researchers, geographers, historians, instead of taking the freaking night shift of an art museum...

Wait...

Night shift. Bouncing bed. Louvre.

Crap.

I rolled over and landed face down to the floor.

"Oh my god!" cried a familiar voice. "You alright, Meg?"

I slowly opened my eyes to see Amelia kneeling next to me. I blinked a couple of times and remembered exactly where I was...

The last thing I saw were Ahk's eyes...changing from bright, blood red into his natural, normal and charming, dark caramel eyes.

A clash of jewels echoed around the area. "I am so sorry, Meg...I...I...I can't forgive myself for not catching you...not focusing on-"

"Shut up, Ahk" I said in Egyptian. A little smirk found it's way to his lips.

"Yes, 'mam."

"Wait...so, this is what we were supposed to find?" said Jed, who was on Dexter along with Octavius. All three were supported by Sacagawea's arm.

"he said that this is all a special eclipse that only Khon...Khon-"

"Khonsu" Ahk and I said at the same time.

"Yes, thank you" continued Octavius, "that guy-"

"He's a god" snapped Jed.

Octavius rolled his eyes. When will they ever stop fighting?

"I know." he said, "Khonsu" he said looking back at Meg and Ahk, checking if he pronounced it correctly. The couple nodded as the general proceeded "can explain why it occurs, and something about reading the code of Hammurabi."

"He also said something about...magical blood? Or...one who posses magic" said Lancelot.

Everyone's attention turned to me. I inhaled and exhaled with a huff. "Fine"

I walked up to the stone. I don't understand...why is it that only I can read it? It's written in bloody english, for god's sake!

"It's written in english." I said.

Sacagawea looked at me with an eyebrow raised. Dexter palmed his face.

"I think you hit your head too hard when you rolled out of the pharaoh's arms, my lady." commented Octavius.

I narrowed my eyebrows. "Can't you read it? It's in English! Sure...it's a little messy...but we can guess the words." I said, "why did Merenkahre say that only the 'magical people' can understand the true meaning? I mean, it's pretty obvious."

"No...it's not." said Larry. "Read out what you see."

"Okay" I sighed. I still don't understand whats not translatable. "The diversion is upon us. To stop it please-no this is stupid!" I said.

It was like making a phone call to order pizza! 'To chose English as your language, please press 1." beep. Cue music.

"Just read it!" shooed Lance. I groaned.

"To stop it, go to...uhh...this part's a little more difficult to translate." The words or...numbers actually...were carved in a previously carved area, making it almost unreadable. I stepped closer to get a better look at it. "forty eight...eighty five...wait no, eight thousand, five hundred, and eighty two...?" I narrowed my brows. I was not expecting this... "and then, below it. two...decimal...I think it's a decimal? Two thousand nine hundred and forty five?" I said in an unsure tone.

They were numbers for sure...but they were in egyptian...

Why would Menivia's parents write the text in english, and the numbers in egyptian? They're making this whole thing more complicated!

"Is that it?" asked Sacagwea in her usual calm tone.

"No...but I'm pretty sure thats the main part." I said with a slight shrug. I turned to face the code...bloody hell, it gets messier as you go down. I scanned the stone, reading it quickly to not waste daylight.

I mean...I meant night...

"It's mainly about who the creators are, and why there's a diversion. It's some sort of curse...or...or an accidental error that occurs every thousand years because who the hell would want to deal with this every century?" I said jokingly.

Jeanne raised an eyebrow. "I'd gladly slay the tablet. At least it'll save me from more trouble."

"You volunteered to come" said Lancelot. Jeanne only sighed and rolled her eyes. She somehow reminded me of Johanna Mason from the Hunger Games...but that's just me.

"48, 8582?" said Ahkmenrah in confusion. "What's that?"

"Numbers..." muttered Attila. "Position..."

"What was that?" said Larry who paced around the rock.

"Position?" repeated Amelia. Then, her eyes widened. "Co-ordinates! Attila you are a genius!" she cried. "Those numbers are surely co-ordinates! It's just...there's no decimal for the first co-ordinate... if they are actual co-ordinates, that is."

I stepped towards the code once more. "48.8582ºC...if I'm not mistaken..."

Amelia muttered something under her breath. Sounded like calculations to me.

"Thats it!" she suddenly exclaimed. "48.8582ºC and 2.2945ºE! Those are the co-ordinates of the Eiffel Tower!"