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Anabi
by
Lady Demoonica Darkmoon
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March 1952, Eygpt
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"Anubis and Serobi... if I read it right..." Rashid said as he turned the large egg in his hands. "This is written in an old dialect, it's not used anymore. Where did you find it?"
"It washed up on the Nile shore last night, daddy, and I found it when I fetched the water this morning, but you were already gone for the day." The little girl around eight years of age said as she bounced up and down. "What kind of bird did it come from?"
"There, there Djed." He said patting his daughter's hair. "This isn't any birds egg. You remember the stories I tell you and your brother about the children of the old gods, yes?"
The little girl, Djed, nodded. "Yeah, the old gods could not stay and watch over our people, so they sent their children to watch us and keep our people safe by night and we kept them safe by day. This was the way it was for thousands of years, but then the people lost their protection and the children of the old gods have never been seen again." She said, having the stories memorized.
"Very good, my little one." Rashid praised. "Now it is time you go to bed. I will tell you a story about the children of the old gods that you have never heard before." He picked up the child, careful not to drop the egg he already held, taking her to the room she shared with her eighteen-month-old brother, Nakht. Djed and Nakht's mother, Anna, was American, not Egyptian, and they both had Anna's sand colored hair with their fathers lightly tanned skin. Rashid set her down on her bed and covered her up. He checked on Nakht, the boy was asleep.
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44 years later, Spring 1996
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"Anabi, you awake?" Malak asked the stone form of his gargoyle 'brother'. He knew he wasn't, but the flight to America had proven to be longer and much less exciting than he thought it would be and he found himself speaking to the crate that held the stone form of the 'young' gargoyle even though it was bright as mid-day outside the plane. "No, I guess not." The eighteen year old Eygptian man sighed and leaned back against the wooden crate, drifting off to sleep soon after.
Soft brown eyes opened when the small plane hit a bit of turbulence. Checking his watch Malak found he had been asleep for a little longer than an hour. He glanced at the door leading out of the cargo hold, wondering if any of the crew had came looking for him. Stiffly he stood and stretched. "I wonder if we are near New York yet, brother?" He shook is messy sand colored hair from his face, walked to the small port window and looked out. "It's gotten cloudy." He commented.
"You know, boy, talking to one's self is never a good sign." One of the crew, a burly man in his mid-fortys said. "And you should be getting back to your seat. We land in fifteen minutes."
Malak glared at the man, but nodded and made his way back to the front of the plane. "Only fifteen more minutes." He said to himself as he took his seat. "Then we can search for this 'New York Clan' at sundown."
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TBC...
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LDD: Yeah, still on that writing kick, I have dozens more of these, and yes still working on Demoonica's story.
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