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Hey. Have you ever heard of the Egyptian gods? Y'know, Ra, Horus, etc? Well they're real. Ow! [Carter! Don't hit me!] Sorry about that. Carter, my brother, said I have to be less blunt. Well I'm blunt and I like it.
Isabel burst out laughing for that. I wanted to hit her but- never mind.
Anyways, I'm digressing[Yes, I know that word]. I think. I guess all our troubles started when we were facing a griffin...
"CARTER!" I yelled. "USE THE HORUS THING!" I narrowly avoided the griffin's tail as it came sweeping down towards me.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Carter was turning fifteen. It would've been a very nice day if it weren't for the fact that a griffin had appeared out of nowhere, and on top of that, started attacking the mortals.
My brother glared at me. "What do you think I'm doing?
Horus! A little help here!"
Carter stayed silent for a moment, and then was encased in his giant combat avatar. It was blue, and had the head of a falcon. The head of Horus. He swung his Khopesh at the griffin, causing a cut on one of its hummingbird-like wings.
At this, the griffin screeched and launched at him. Carter blocked with ease, and swung his see-through arm at it, knocking the air out of its lungs.
The terrified mortals were screaming, "Giant eagle! Giant Eagle!" Honestly, what the mortals see instead of the truth is the strangest thing. Once, we were fighting the Set animal and one of the mortals called it a rabid moose. I mean, seriously. But one of the mortals wasn't running or screaming. It was a young girl of about 12. She had red hair and purple rimmed glasses, and was wearing a green top with a stick in her hand. I almost mistook the stick for a wand, but it was just an ordinary stick grabbed of the branch.
She crept up behind the griffin as it was fighting Carter, and raised her stick. I called out, "Wait!". She turned round and glanced at me surprised. I guess I would be surprised too. A pale blonde girl in ragged, dirty cotton clothes, with combat boots and red streaks in her hair holding a wand with glowing hieroglyphics circling around me.
As the griffin heard me call, it spun round and snapped at the girl. She cried out as it tore her arm. I narrowed my eyes in anger and ran yelling at it. Sadie! Isis said. One mortal life is not so much that you should sacrifice yourself! I wanted to punch her in her metaphorical face. Of course it's worth it.
Carter had disposed of his avatar and now held his hand up. "Woah, woah, calm down mate!" The griffin cawed loudly at him. Reaching up his hand, the sign of Horus-the eye-was visible just above his hand. The griffin cawed softer, and stopped attacking.
"There's a good girl," Carter cooed. I rolled my eyes in disgust. Trust him to know what gender a griffin is then call it 'Good'. I reached down to get the girl, then glanced back at Carter. "You coming?"
He nodded, then put his hands on the griffin. It turned small and clay, a shabti, then was put in Carters pocket. "Nearest monument?" I asked. We'd gone to Manchester through our boat in the duat, but I don't think it would've been wise to bring a mortal girl to Brooklyn in a magic ship, lest she might wake up and start panicking. [What? Don't look at me like that Isabel. It might've happened.]
"One right near the library," Carter replied, brushing off his shirt. We walked over. Lots of people stared at us, but I could see why. Two teenagers in ripped cotton clothes carrying an unconscious kid to an Egyptian monument? Not exactly normal.
So we got to the monument, and I said to Isis A little help please? She harrumphed but obliged. A whirly portal full of sand came into being. "Thank gods there was an auspicious moment just then!" I cried. Carter just sighed dejectedly and followed me into the swirling portal.
We made it back to Brooklyn house quickly. The girl was still unconscious, and muttering random words like "Griffin... stick... glowy...". I found it hilarious. I found out that if I poked her, her would make this growl. My elder brother just glared at me, grabbed the girl, and went inside the mansion. We'd just sent out the recordings for the initiates, but no one had replied yet.
I set the girl in one of the spare bedrooms, but not fast enough. Bast, the cat goddess, prowled into the room silently just as I was about to leave.
"Gods!" I yelled. Do you have to do that, every time?" The feline woman glowered at me.
"Only if you kidnap twelve year-old girls!" She said in a low voice. I sighed.
"I didn't kidnap her, she was mauled by an overgrown pigeon." Bast looked confused. "What?"
"A griffin."
"Oh. Well you can't just yoink her to Brooklyn house! Didn't you go to Manchester, England? She's over 3000 miles from her home!"
"Look, Bast, once she's healed we can return her." I argued. Suddenly there was a moan from the corner. The girl sat up wearily and blinked once or twice.
"Wh-where am I? Where's the griffin? Who was the giant boy? What-" She probably would've carried on asking all day unless I'd held up my hands.
"Hey, hey. I'm Sadie Kane, and this is Aunt Kitty," I said, gesturing to Bast. She was mumbling under her breath about that, but Carter and I had decided on calling her that when talking to mortals or out in public.
The girl frowned at me. "But you just called her Bast. Wasn't she the Greek- no, Egyptian goddess of Cats? Is she your namesake or something?" The last question was directed at Bast, who flinched in surprise. It shocked me to see how much about the Egyptians the girl knew, so I decided to find out more, whilst being subtle.
" Who are you and how do you know so much about the Egyptians?" I asked. Yup. Subtlety, thy name is Sadie Kane. The girl rolled her eyes, quite the feat for someone who was just mauled by a vicious griffin.
"I am Isabel Wright. And for the Egyptian question, my family on my fathers side reached back to the ancient Egyptians. To the Pharaohs. I've always like looking at Egyptian mythology. Now, what was the griffin and why are you called Bast?"
I looked quickly at the Goddess beside me, but she looked shocked. The thoughts going through my mind were probably the same ones going though hers. Could she be a magician?
"Well... The Egyptian gods? They're real. This here is the actual Bast." I explained. Isabel looked skeptically at me, but closed her eyes as she listened. And thus began my story telling of the Red Pyramid.
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