Kahmunrah's POV
I watched in horror as my sister tumbled to the street. I rounded on Lancelot, the idiot who had stolen the tablet, thinking it was the Holy Grail or whatever he was spouting about.
"You need to give me that tablet now, or all of them are going to die," I snarled.
I lunged forward and wrenched the tablet out of his hands, quickly straightening out the pieces and placing it in the moonlight. The tablet glowed and turned back to gold again. I heard Ahkmenrah breathe a sigh of relief and handed him the tablet. I leaned over the railing to see that Nafretiri hadn't moved. We ran down to the street, seeing her completely still, not moving. I heard Ahkmenrah stifle a sob and held a hand out to him. He took it.
"It's okay," I whispered.
"Won't the tablet bring her back to life?" Lancelot asked.
"Maybe it will. Maybe it won't," Mother answered.
Lancelot looked ashamed, as he should be. I glared at him as my brother started to cry. I walked over and punched Lancelot in the face, making him stagger backward. As I started to fight the stupid man, Nafretiri stirred.
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The Night at the Museum (Book 3)
FanfictionAhkmenrah's tablet is rusting. Nothing like this has been seen before. To understand what's happening, Larry, Nick, and Savanna get Dr. McPhee to ship Ahkmenrah and the table to the British Museum. There, they meet with Ahkmenrah's parents and his i...
