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The Rai Tales

Chapter one

I get zapped by Lightning.

Hi there, name's Rai…

What, never heard of me before? Well, that's disappointing, but good I guess. Also, you might want to listen to Carter and Sadie's recordings first because it'll catch you up to speed. Anyway, here's the summary. Carter and Sadie's dad blew up the British Museum with the Rosetta Stone. Five gods of Egypt were released and caused lots of trouble. Now that you've gotten the gist of it let's talk about me. I was in Cairo when those two bounded Set with his secret name, which is essentially having his soul in your hand and squeezing it. In short, they basically defeated him. And, Set shot me with a massive lightning bolt that was as red as blood when he teleported to the president's backyard. But let's back up to where MY story begins.

"Hey, kid, stop right there!"

"Nah, I'm good mister police person, by the way, you might wanna lay off the donuts, you look fat," I say as a scale a short wall.

"THAT DOES IT!" says the fat copper.

He pulled out a taser and tried to scale the wall like me but, well it's like I said, he's just too gosh darn fat. "When I catch you, I'll throw you in jail, and you never get out!" "Fat chance… get it, FAT!" "KID!" he yells, but he never caught me, well, not completely.

I get into this scenario a lot, just because I wanna have food and maybe a new jacket. This time I just stole... no not stole... no, I got it right the first time. I just stole a rather large loaf of bread, and people say I have to pay for it like I was going to do that. "See ya sucker," I say as I sprint into a crowd.

"GET BACK HERE!"

I sure made him mad this time. Maybe I should call cops fat more often. I walked for a while then turn left into a building and go up to the top. After a couple of moments of running I look back and let out a sigh of relief, I lost the cop.

When I get to the sound building's top, I sigh, remembering how I made a deal. I flop on my "bed," otherwise known as a pile of clothes and rags and other stuff I stole.

I walk to the edge of the building and look down to see a group of kids. I drop a small rock on one of their heads, and when they look up, I wave hello. He glares at me, "You!"

"Me," I nod in agreement

"We had a deal!"

"We have a deal" I corrected him, "and yes, I kept my end of the bargain. Here's your chunk of it" I rip off roughly half of my bread loaf and drop it over the side of the edge where they caught it.

"Hmph! Didn't think you'd pull through. Here's your thing." He tosses up a rock, tied to it was a pair of thick rubber gloves and a pair of nice wool gloves.

I snatched them out of the air with a sense of ease that is unusual for someone of my standing. When I scrambled to put them on, the familiar feeling of discontent from being tired of wearing the same, stupid, rough, crudely made rudder cloves.

What's the obsession with the non-electrostatic material you ask? Well, I'm a bit of an electromagnet and not the cool kind. Like the kind that attracts lightning and everything zappy and shocky.

After that, I go to bed for a while. Having to sleep with one eye open is second nature at this point. So the moment I hear the Boom, which comes with the crack of thunder, I wake up half scared to death

Sure I am semi-aware of what is going on around me while I sleep, but thunderstorms still get me. No matter the time of day.

In case you can't already tell I HATE thunderstorms!

You would be afraid of them too if you were a human lightning rod. In other words, I get electrocuted a lot. How my hair doesn't get frizzy whenever I get shocked is beyond me. The fact that it doesn't hurt that much is also kind of scary.

I make a mad dash for the door. There was no way in hell I was going to stay on the roof in the middle of a thunderstorm.

My heart all but stops beating when I heard a person climbing up the stairs. I didn't wait to see who it was, I booked it and jumped off the roof and landed on a laundry pile, freshly washed might I add.

It takes me less than a second to remove myself from the pile of clothing and just ran, the smell of fresh detergent followed me. If I didn't look like hell people might have actually thought I took a bath.

Yet I didn't have time to dwell on that. I just kept running. Sure I wasn't a sympathetic person, and I generally wouldn't give a damn when something terrible happened, but I didn't want that terrible thing to be of my doing. Well, at least unintentionally doing. If I was going to shot someone I wanted to be aware of the fact I was pulling the trigger.

It was for these reasons I ran. The sense of fear that comes with false accusations and the weird feeling in my gut that was telling me to keep moving. It hadn't led me wrong so far, so who was I to doubt it. For the next few minutes, I ran as if I was being tugged along by an invisible rope.

Then out of the blue, I noticed it the mountain. There were few words to describe what say next to it. A glowing red pyramid.

I lived less than a mile away from here, how the hell did that get there?

Two giant figures emerge from the pyramid; one was a boy encased in a bright aura around him in a shape of a man with a hawk head. That was Carter but I didn't know that yet.

I stared at him then I shifted my attention to what he was fighting, a same size man but this man had red skin and black armor. The two of them clash, an awesome fight between to great beings.

I ducked just as a chunk of rock was flung at me.

I lunged out of the way pressing my back against the pyramid. Therein lies my mistake, touching the pyramid. Just as I reached it, I saw a girl float up in the air and speak something incomprehensible, but when she finished the big red guy yelled "nooooo!" And a vortex of sand appeared on top of the pyramid, and it swallowed us all. It was like; I was split up into a billion tiny bits of Rai sand in a storm where the wind wanted to split me up and send me to the far corners of the earth.

When I open my eyes again I am lying at the bottom of the red pyramid with the snowy fields of the National Mall in Washington D.C. I looked up and saw a rather large red bolt of lightning coming toward me, let's just say I didn't feel it as it knocked me out.