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The boy gasped as he sat up suddenly. He hit his head on something hard. He lay back down and pressed his hands against the cold stone. His memories came flooding back to him as he struggled with the heavy lid. He reached for the Inferno Stick beside him and shielded himself with a heavy golden item as he used it to blast the lid off the sarcophagus.
He looked around the tomb he was in and saw a lot of gold. He took what he thought he might need. He smoothed down his skirt and checked all his jewellery was perfect before using the key tied around his neck to open the tomb and climb out of the sand.
When he arrived in Alexandria it was incredibly different to what he remembered. He wondered how long he had been dead for. A century or two perhaps. He watched strange metal creatures roaming the streets and soaring through the sky. He also noted the lack of djinn around the city. He decided he would go to the greatest city of this day and age to make his way.
He past a newspaper stall and used some gold coins to buy a newspaper. The vendor stared at them in amazement. He looked at the boy in amazement as he walked off reading the paper. People noticed as he past that the boy wore only his skirt, two gold bands on his upper arms, a large golden collar, a golden headband across his forehead and a necklace made of gold with a real eye attached to the end of it in a crystal case, meaning he didn▓t quite fit in.
He soon came to the conclusion that the magical capital at the time must be London, England and so strolled into the aerodrome (where those metal birds flew from) and asked for a flight to London. The desk clerk didn▓t recognise the language the boy spoke. She was pretty sure he spoke old Egyptian to her, but she did not understand it. He realised this.
He himself already knew the language spoke in Alexandria that day. He knew the Arabic that the woman spoke and so asked again in her language. She gave him a ticket and he boarded the plane without a problem as even the guards recognised the necklace about the boy▓s neck and knew better than to stop him.
As he arrived in London, he noticed above all else that it was much colder than Egypt. The ground was wet from recent rainfall. There was activity from djinni all around the city and they made the planes busy with foliots and imps, even an afrit or two. He looked at another newspaper, the one from today.
▒Ptolemy▓s tomb robbed! Body and Eye gone!▓
The boy smiled. He headed towards what the papers said was the ▒home of the government▓ and saw magicians running about, with copies of the paper under their arms, like bees. The boy decided to wander about London before going into the Houses of Parliament.
He wandered about and eventually came to an area called Shoreditch. He saw a middle aged woman walk into an abandoned ▒Art Shop▓. He followed her in as he was curious as to whether she was alright. She went down into a cellar and he could feel an aura from below so he silently followed her down, falling halfway down the stairs.
The woman snapped around to see a young Egyptian boy lying on the floor rubbing his head, who looked like the guise an old friend had always taken.
⌠Bartimaeus?■ She asked.
⌠No, sorry, I just wondered if you were okay?■ The boy responded.
⌠I▓m fine. Who are you then, boy?■
⌠My name is Ptolemaeus Of Alexandria. Ptolemy for short. What▓s yours?■
She gasped, then composed herself as he said this.
⌠Kathleen. Kathleen Jones. Or Kitty. I prefer Kitty myself.■
⌠Nice to meet you, Kitty■
⌠Are you a magician?■
⌠Yes.■
They talked for what seemed like hours. She asked if he was the Ptolemy who had known the Djinn Rekhyt and he said he was. She then told him she had known Rekhyt or Bartimaeus as she had known him and she filled the boy in on all that had happened between her, Nathaniel and Bartimaeus.
⌠I am honoured that Rekhyt remembers me with such pride,■ Ptolemy stated.
⌠He is in no ones service at the moment.■ Kitty hinted.
⌠Yes, but he needs his rest. As for me, I should go and relieve the magician▓s panic. Would you accompany me?■
She went with the Egyptian to the Houses Of Parliament and the boy strode right in and right past the guards at the door pushing them aside and defeating their djinn, although Kitty was at a loss as to how. They walked right into the room where all the great magicians had gathered. Every minister was in this room, including the Prime Minister and all looked up toward Kitty and Ptolemy.
⌠Who are you? We are incredibly busy boy! How dare you waltz in here whist we attempt to find the robbers of -■ The Prime Minister was cut off.
⌠I am Ptolemaeus of Alexandria, magician and scholar and cousin of the Pharaoh! It is me who you seek and no grave robber!■ The boy stated with a powerful tone.
Kitty was impressed as every magician in the room fell into silence. An emergency conference was held. Ms Whitwell escorted Kitty and Ptolemy up to a private room with a summoning circle in it and all that a magician could need as the concert was expected to take longer than three days.
As she left, Ptolemy opened the bag he had carried with him this entire time and drew an open pentacle. Kitty gasped, if he summoned with that circle it was suicide. He smiled at her and took his place in his pentacle, she in the one he has drawn for her. He spoke the words of summoning and a great cloud of brimstone appeared in the open pentacle.
⌠Fool! Summoning a Fourth Level Djinn with an open pentagram! I will destroy you and your- Kitty?■ The cloud bellowed.
⌠Hello, Bartimaeus,■ She smiled.
⌠Okay! I shall spare the girl but you magician I will destroy!■ The Djinn roared.
He stepped toward the magician and was surprised to find the magician did not flinch. He cleared the sulphur from his eyes to look at the magician for the first time.
⌠Now Rekhyt, we both know you will not destroy me, don▓t we?■ Ptolemy said.
The djinn halted as he recognised the voice. He stared in disbelief at the boy stood before him. At his old master. At his Ptolemy.
⌠Ptolemy?■ The djinn asked.
⌠Hello Rekhyt, miss me?■ The boy responded cheekily.
