Hey guys. I am so so sorry about not posting anything new for the longest time. To those of you who just want to read the story and not hear my excuses, feel free to scroll ahead. Fair warning there may be some trigger words/descriptions here, so please don't read if you are sensitive to that stuff. You guys don't really know anything other than my nickname on here, but I've been really struggling lately. And not just in the "not feeling like writing" way. I mean in the not wanting to get out of bed way. I have really severe depression and anxiety. I was gone for such a long time because it was talking all my energy and focus to just get out of bed in the morning and go to school. I went through a really dark time these past two years, and these last couple months have been incredibly frustrating and stressful. I didn't update for the longest time, and whenever I got the urge to, I would chicken out because of my fear that anyone who had read my stories would now hate me. I know it doesn't make sense, but this is what my illness makes me feel. I'm doing a bit better now, but I just hope that you guys aren't too mad at me and haven't completely forgotten about me (though I wouldn't be shocked if you did). I want to thank everyone who left comments (specifics below) encouraging me and asking for more chapters. I got to such a bad point that I couldn't open them out of fear that someone would be mad at me. Now I regret that as you all have been so accommodating and supportive, and only a tad annoyed. Thank you again so much and I apologize.
Comments: (From all Stories)
Guest666: Thank you for your support and compliments. Hopefully now you won't need that strongly worded letter. I'm taking your suggestions into account, as you can see, but mostly I wanted to thank you for your well meaning and thoughtful comment. It really meant the world to me.
merendinoemiliano: OH MY GOSH! I am so so sorry! Hopefully you see this and it makes up for the long period of absence. You have been such a strong follower I would hate to lost you completely. Thank you so much for all of your comments on my posts.
imasurvivor21 : Heyo! Thank you for your supportive comments. I never really feel like I know what I'm doing, so I'm glad that I'm at least ok at faking it.
Nimbus Gray: NOT THE GIANT PINK KITTENS! AAHHHHHIWENFOFVPNWPVNIWONC! And also I hope that you will see this and I can get you to like my other story as well.
Amora23: Thank you! And I will be making them like each other eventually, however I like to make them annoy each other first. To be honest (as I have siblings myself) its a little therapeutic. But I will be keeping it as canological as possible, only changing what I need to in order to fit the characters change in gender.
Man, for someone who never updates, I sure can blabber a lot, huh? My apologies. I hope you enjoy!
Osiris awoke in the middle of the night to a crash and a sharp yell of pain. Immediately, he jumped from the bed, sparing only a confused, if not slightly panicked, look with his wife before sprinting down the hall towards the boys. He couldn't tell which of them made the shriek, but he decided to check on Horus first. Of the two, he was the most likely to cause trouble, often hurting himself in the process. The whole business with him losing an eye made Osiris forbid such actions, but excitement could exceed even the most formidable rules. Hanging a right, he threw the door to Horus' room open, hands glowing with wrath only a father could posses. But there were no disturbances to the room besides the slight snoring of the eldest in his bed.
Turning on a heel, he headed back down the hallway towards Anubis' room. It had been the nursery (conveniently located by the master bedroom) when they took the boy in, and with his yet tender age, they had seen no reason to relocate him rather than change the walls and bedding. But the dark grey room was also undisturbed. Everything was in perfect order; toys away, books in height order, bed made... The bed! Osiris' heart clenched as he noted the absence of his youngest.
"ANUBIS!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the duat. He doubted even the snake wouldn't hear his cry, meaning certainly the boy would. And he would have hell to pay for should he ignore it, a lesson well drilled into the minds of both his boys.
"...in the training room." came a soft prayer. He disappeared immediately, reappearing in the expansive arena.
Ordinarily, it was a sight to behold to most gods, let alone the rare mortal that may spy it. There were racks and racks of every weapon known to man and some that weren't. A score board shone above with blue and gold hyroglific letters. There was an immense sparing space with seats on either side for matches. Half the room was an obstacle course with swinging blades, ropes, and large poles to climb and jump from.
It was this course that now lay in a disarray, half in ashes and very near collapse. Anubis sat in the center of the destruction, shocked face streaked with tears and a limp hand clutch to his chest. Around him, tendrils of black smoke were disappearing, and blast zone of gray ash remained behind. Osiris had never seen anything like it before. Each god and goddess had their own particular branch of magic, but it was all more or less the same with small variants. It was rare for a child to be able to produce their own brand, but this was most certainly not a spell taught by Isis or even Thoth. The closest variety was something that no one would dare teach a child, under punishment of banishment. Chaos magic.
The icy fear and rage that gripped him disappeared the instant Anubis recognized his presence. The boy's face melted from pain and shock to desperation and fear. Fear in him, Osiris realized with a shock, as the power which had been swirling around him unconsciously dropped.
"Are you ok? What happened?" he asked gently, approaching slowly, arms raised as one would towards an injured animal. And in many ways, he was.
"I... I know not what happened. I did not mean for it. I just was trying to practice but my shoulder was hurting from before. I fell from the pole and as I reached for it, it began crumbling. Please! Uncle, I'm sorry! I meant not for it to happen!" Anubis sobbed, voice quickly rising to near hysterics. Osiris reached him and pulled him into a tight embrace, pulling away only at the cry of pain and it put pain on the boy's wrist.
"It is ok, Anubis. I know that you would not do this with purpose. Let me see your wrist." Osiris calmed, stroking the back of the boys head, his fingers tangling slightly in the unruly locks. Anubis raised his arm up, the joints already swelling. Muttering a simple healing spell, he watched as his bones snapped back together and the blood flowed away from the skin, letting out a sigh of relief as it did. The gratitude shone in the boy's eyes, but it was tinged with guilt. Osiris was tempted to let the boy go to bed without punishment or explanation. But above all else, he must uphold fairness in everything, and that meant judging those who must be judged.
"Why were you here at such a late hour, boy? The sun has nearly risen and it was stated clearly that you are not to enter this room before noon nor alone." He bade, his voice stern.
"Horus is allowed inside. I thought I might better myself in the art of combat if I were given the same opportunities." Anubis responded, his headtaw bowed and ears flushing red in shame. "I was wrong. I am sorry, Uncle." He raised his head slightly, expecting to see the angered face of his Uncle. But instead Osiris offered a small smile.
"Same opportunities?" he asked with a chuckle. "Do you think Horus has been given the same opportunities as you? Has he been to study with Isis? Has he been tutored by Thoth?" A look of shocked confusion covered the boy's face, new thoughts dawning on him.
"Anubis. You are not the same person as your cousin. You are not the same person as me. But that does not mean you have been afforded less opportunities to better yourself. Horus would do as well in magic class and you did in your sword fight." At this the boy stifled a small chuckle.
"He turned Thoth into a Ibis" he said, giggling at the memory.
"That he did. And for that reason, I would no more encourage him advanced training in magic than I would you in weapons. You need not worry what others think and you need not compare yourself to your cousin. He role is foretold. It is written that he will be pharaoh, and so it shall be. But your future is as limitless as the cosmos. I sense you will have a vital role to play. It may not be for centuries, yet you will change the world."
Anubis threw his arms around him with a sob, and both embraced in content. Yes, this boy would change the world. He was obedient to a fault, but had just enough of a spark in him to defy the majority if need be. His life would be hard. This Osiris had known since the minute he was dropped on his doorstep, since the announcement of Nephthys' pregnancy. He must rein control of his powers and persist despite ridicule from the gods. But so long as he was around, Osiris would ensure Anubis becomes a great god.
There we go! I might update more on this, but I doubt it. Unless you guys have any more suggestions, I don't know what else to add to this (it was supposed to be short). I'll try to keep up the updating, but I can't make any promises. Next one I update will (probably) be the genderbent fanfic.
Thank you again for putting up with me. Until next time,
Cat
