A/N: I don't own the Mummy or Percy Jackson. Is it really necessary to say that? If I did, I wouldn't be writing FanFiction, and I wouldn't be looking for a job, I'd be living in a mansion somewhere, trying to write the script for The Mummy 4 or working on Son of Neptune right now.

The Journals of Solon Jackson

Part I: Imhotep's Revenge

Chapter I: Background

1279 BC-Thebes, Egypt

Thebes was known as "The City of the Living" and the crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti I, as well as the home of Imhotep, the high priest and guardian of Hamunaptra, the City of the Dead, and storehouse of treasures. And it was the birthplace of Anck-Su-Namun, Seti's mistress-no one else was allowed to even touch her. But Imhotep and Anck-Su-Namun had fallen in love, and were willing to risk Pharaoh's wrath. One day, they were discovered, and together they killed Seti. However, they were quickly caught, as Nefertiri-Seti's daughter, witnessed the murder and called on the Medjai-Pharaoh's bodyguards. But rather than face justice, Anck-Su-Namun killed herself. Imhotep, determined to resurrect her, stole her body from her tomb and rode to Hamunaptra. There, he even dared risk the gods anger by using the Black Book of the Dead to try and raise Anck-Su-Namun. He had almost completed the ritual, when the Medjai stopped him. For punishment, Imhotep's priests were mummified alive, while Imhotep himself was condemned to suffer the Hom-Dai, a punishment so terrible, that it had never been used before, and never would again. It had never been used before, because now Imhotep was one of the undead, a walking plague on mankind, a flesh-eater with the strength of ages, power over the sands and invincibility.

1924-Camp Half-Blood, Long Island, New York

My name is Solon Jackson, demigod son of Athena, and I have just turned 18, which means that according to Chiron, I am old enough, and experienced enough to go out on my own and survive. I was just about to head out and catch a ship to Egypt, when Chiron stopped me. "Solon, wait up!"

"What is it Chiron?"

"I have a gift for you, before you go." He then pulled out a simple, five-cent ballpoint pen, the kind that you could get basically anywhere.

"Um, thanks, but I've already got a pen."

"Uncap it," he instructed.

If there's anything I've learned over the past six years, it's to always listen to Chiron. That old horse usually knows what he's talking about. So I uncapped it, and a celestial bronze sword appeared. "Wow, Chiron! It's beautiful. But, I've already got my knife, so why did you give me this?"

"Poseidon asked me to give it to you. He said that you were the first child of Athena that he's liked in more than 100 years, so he wanted to give you a gift. It's called Anaklusmos."

"Riptide," I quickly translated. "I . . . I don't know what to say."

"Just promise to be careful, and use this more than your knife. I don't want your mother or Poseidon mad at me because you used a knife instead of Anaklusmos and got hurt because of it."

"I promise, Chiron."

1926-Cairo, Egypt

By now, I was working at the Cairo Museum of Antiquities with the children of a pair of prominent archaeologists: Jonathan and Evelyn Carnahan (and just so there's no confusion, they are the children.) Evelyn was working on organizing the library one day when I passed by her. "Sacred Stones. Sculpture and Aesthetics. Socrates. Seth Volume I, Volume II, and Volume III. And . . . Tuthmosis? What are you doing here? I'm going to put you where you belong."

"You know, Evelyn, there's a 73% chance that doing that will cause you to fall onto the bookcase, starting a chain reaction bringing down the entire library's bookcases. Don't you think you should let me do that? Or at least just get down and turn the ladder around?"

"Nonsense. I can do this just fine on my own . . . Oh!" Now she was standing on the ladder as if it were a pair of stilts.

"Alright, chances have increased to 98.9% chance of a domino effect. You sure you don't want . . ." Just then, she fell against the 'S' bookcase, and just as I predicted, the bookcases fell like dominoes. "Help," I finished. And naturally the curator of the museum chose that instant to walk into the library. And he quickly figured out who was responsible for the mess.

"Oh, look at this! Sons of the Pharaohs! Give me frogs! Flies! Locusts! Anything but you! Compared to you, the other plagues were a joy! And you! Jackson! You were supposed to make sure that nothing like this happened again!" Eventually the curator left, but Jonathan quickly showed up, pulling yet another prank on Evelyn. Usually when he showed up, it was to try and sell a worthless trinket (one that he probably stole) to the museum. But this time, "Jonathan. I think you found something." He found something alright, a map inside an Egyptian puzzle box.

We quickly took it to the curator, explaining what Jonathan had brought. "See that cartouche? That's the official royal seal of Seti I, we're sure of it!"

"We've already dated the map. It's almost 3,000 years old. And if you look at the hieratic just here, well, it's Hamunaptra." Good old Evelyn, if anyone could convince that old wind bag, it was her. Unfortunately, he dismissed the possibility of Hamunaptra even existing. Then, while Evelyn talked to Jonathan about it, the curator 'accidentally' caught the map on fire, destroying the part that actually had Hamunaptra.

"It's for the best, I'm sure. Many men have wasted their lives in the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra. No one's ever found it. None have ever returned."

After we left the curator's office, and cleaned up the library, Jonathan had us go down to the Cairo prison to talk to someone. Turns out, he had actually stolen the puzzle box from some drunk. He got himself thrown in prison because "he was just looking for a good time." The guy was a fellow American, about 6 ft, with long, unkempt brown hair, and clearly someone that you wouldn't want mad at you. I was surprised Jonathan was crazy enough to steal from him. Evelyn told him that we wanted to know more about his puzzle box.

"No. You came to ask me about Hamunaptra."

Evelyn and I looked at each other in shock. "How do you know the box pertains to Hamunaptra?"

"Because that's where I was when I found it. I was there." Nice thing about being a child of Athena, I knew that he wasn't lying. (Although, from what I've heard, it's as rare a gift as fire manipulation is for Hephaestus' kids.)

"Well, then. Could you tell us how to get there, Mr.-"

"O'Connell. Rick O'Connell." He kissed Evelyn, and then said, "Then get me the hell out of here." Then the guards took him away. When Evelyn asked what was going on, the curator said that they were going to hang him. "Apparently, he had a very good time." Evelyn and I tried to bribe the jailer into letting him down, but Rick still dropped. Luckily, his neck didn't break, so it bought us more time to bribe him.

"Listen to me, you greedy son of a pig!" I knew that would get his attention. "This man knows how to get to Hamunaptra, the city of the dead. And if you let him go, we will give you 10% of the treasure we bring back."

Then the haggling started. Fortunately for us, he went lower than our last bid, and he had the hangman cut O'Connell down.