Martin's POV
"… And we got back here after returning Ra's crook and flail, and now we know how to defeat Apophis." I told everyone, while I was sitting with the others of the council, Bast, and two kids named Waste and Wake. Woah. Sorry. Let me back up.
My name is Martin Beam, one of 2 children of Ra, the Egyptian god of the sun. You may have heard of me from the other book, Adventures in Camp Pharoah that the camp scribe, SonofApollo42, (we only know him by his pen name), wrote about our quest with a few others to retrieve the crook and flail and discover a way to defeat Apophis.
15 year-old Waste Nile, recently discovered 3rd child of some great prophecy and son of Sobek, stood up. " Wait…" He looked at Zane, god of heroes, "You we're dead? Now your alive and a god?" Waste asked. Waste had both ears doubly pierced, a tattoo of a crocodile eating Apophis, and he had his black- with green streaks- hair in a Mohawk.
Zane nodded his head. He was known as 'The Prince' to our younger kids at Camp Pharoah thanks to his regal Egyptian features and the crown that he wore in his hair.
Bast, our camp activities director and the goddess of cats, stood up. She was dressed in her usual leopard skin leotard, and she had scary cat-like eyes that stared into your very soul, picking out information that no one could've guessed. Bast cleared her throat and said, "Move along everybody! Go back to your cabins! We will not have the bonfire tonight due to-" She glanced at Zane and Janie, goddess of happiness, joy, animals, and literature, "-certain things going on."
We all wandered off to our separate cabins, and when I got to my room, I immediately fell into a deep sleep.
I was standing in a bright red room, with designs of the gods dieing horrible, painful deaths. But that wasn't the creepiest part. In the shadows of ancient Egyptian pillars lurked monsters I don't dare to describe, for fear some of you have weak stomachs. At the front of the room was a huge red throne, carved with snakes. A pale, lanky boy of about 15 sat next to the throne, looking bored. He was wearing white robes, and he had silver hair, and shining silver eyes I could see from the back of the room.
On the throne sat a small boy of about 12. He had black hair, tan skin, and glowing red eyes. I'm serious. Glowing red eyes. He was wearing the robes of the pharoah, but instead of gold, silver, or lapis lazuli, they were made out of red stone, maybe ruby or something.
"Hexus!" The little boy screeched. "You're giant crocodile was supposed to take out the two blasted children of Sobek!"
The pale guy, Hexus, sighed, as if he was humoring a little boy, (which he was). "Lord Drake," Hexus started, but the boy, Drake, cut him off.
"It's Lord Apophis to you, Hexus." This guy was one of Apophis' hosts? He's just a little kid! I thought, How could he be his host?
"Lord Apophis," Hexus growled, "The giant crocodiles weren't mine. They were yours."
A beautiful woman appeared from behind the throne. She had long, brown hair, and for a moment she looked like my girlfriend, Sarah Adams, daughter of Bast.
"Now, now, Hex. Don't blame Drake. It wasn't his fault." The woman said, then sent a flirty smile towards Drake.
"Leave, seductress." Hexus growled. "We do not need you here."
"Oh, but you do. Lord Apophis here is going to blast you to smithereens if you don't shut your large mouth." The girl smiled.
"Yes, totally, Kyra. 'Cause this little kid here really has control of his newfound powers, and would be able to blast me to bits. Remember? I'm immortal." Hexus said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"He will, as soon as he- Wait. Someone's listening."
"Who is it, Demon?" Drake yelled.
"Oh, no one special. Just the first child of the prophecy." She looked straight up at me and bared her fangs, very large fangs that did not belong on that face. She drew two daggers and lunged at me.
I woke up screaming. My little sister, Amber charged into my room, carrying a plastic baseball bat.
"Who is it? Where's Apophis?" Amber yelled.
"He's not here. I just had a bad dream. And anyways, you think a plastic baseball bat is going to stop Apophis?" I laughed.
"I know you want me to say no, but I was hoping it would. And plus, it was the first thing I grabbed." Amber said, smiling. I looked at the alarm clock next to my bed, and saw that we were late for breakfast.
"Amber! We're really late! We've got to go to the Dining Hall!" I yelled, and pushed her out of my room so I could get changed.
After I had gotten dressed in my yellow Camp Pharoah t-shirt, golden Nikes, yellow hoodie, and jeans, I ran out the door. I passed the Janie and Zane cabins, which were currently under construction, and waved to Janie and Zane, who were overseeing the construction of their cabins, and Julie fox, daughter of Thoth, who was currently reading over blueprints and didn't bother to look up and wave back. Janie and Zane did though.
"Hey Martin!" Janie yelled.
Isis Rhonna, daughter of Bast and older sister of my girlfriend, was currently sparring with her mother, before Bast stopped and pointed to the mess hall.
I guess you could say that Isis was almost Bast's assistant. She did a lot of things for her mother, including, but not limited to: Cabin Inspection, announcements when Bast is talking to cats, giving the cats advice while Bast is busy, and giving the cats a bath. Welcome back to Camp Pharoah.
A.N- Sorry it has taken to long, but at least I've started the second book of the Camp Pharoah Chronicles.