Chapter 2

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In the little city of Cairo,Egypt, Inside an Egyptian museum/library. A beautiful Raven haired women was standing on a Ladder,stacking books on the correct shelves in alphabetical order.

"Setting stones,Sculpture aesthetics ,Socrates,Seth vol 1,2 and 3. And...tithamosis?" The woman questioned then chuckled in amusement. "What are you doing here?" She looked around repeating T under her breath until she found T on the shelf behind her.

"Ah T. I'll put you right where you belong." She said leaning forward towards the opposite self while still on the ladder she was standing on. She ended up leaning to far causing her to let out a scream and hold on to the ladder for dear life as it barely balanced in the middle of the isle.

The book forgotten as she struggled to keep balance on the ladder in the middle of the isle

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The book forgotten as she struggled to keep balance on the ladder in the middle of the isle.

"Help." She called out meekly but it was empty and the only other person around was the Curator and he was in his office. She tried to turn the ladder slowly so that it would land near the table and couches. To bad that failed because the ladder teetered before knocking into the shelf in front of her and with her combined weight, she knocked the whole shelf over. Which then became a domino effect. That shelf knocked into the next one and so on and so on until every shelf had toppled over and books were scattered everywhere. She looked around at the huge mess slowly before putting her fingers to her lips.

"Ooops." She whispered to herself.

"Wha-, how?" She heard and turned towards the voice of the curator coming in looking around in shock as he stuttered

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"Wha-, how?" She heard and turned towards the voice of the curator coming in looking around in shock as he stuttered. He looked over at her as she looked around nervously,trying not to meet his eyes.

"Oh would you look at this!" He exclaimed. "Sons of the pharaoh! You could have given me frogs,flies,locusts! Anything but you!" He pointed at her before continuing. "Compared to you all the other plaques would have been a joy!"

The woman rung her fingers worriedly "I'm so very sorry it was an accident." She said apologizing.

"No when Ramses destroyed Syria, that was an accident. You are a catastrophe!" He said before looking around again and speaking. "Look at my library! I don't know why I put up with you?!"

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