Thursday, Egypt
I was just waking up when I discovered something. I am blocked from all sides by walls, and Cal is gone. Oh, and I'm suddenly unbound. I dreamt that Nephthys came and released my bonds. Well, too bad she didn't deliver the pizza.
I got up and felt the walls. The solid. I gave them a push, but in my weakened condition I can barely push a cotton wall. I mean, I'm not a muscleman, but I'm not Cal Alfrenzo either. Nevertheless, I am hungry, tired, and felt like I just got back from the dead. And that's when I heard, "Psst."
I looked around. Cleo had arrived out of thin air, as though she was teleporting. "It's me. I'm here to save you. Where's Cal?" she asked, looking around. "Why is that wall here?"
"Wait… How did you do that? I thought that you were with Mitchell?" I asked. "I thought you were evil."
Cleo looked upset. "I was just acting along. I knew nothing bad would happen to you. Besides, Cal's my brother. I've been teleporting since I was twelve. It's just something I can do. Besides, Isis told me in a dream that I'm her daughter, so why not? I was in the hotel with guards outside my room. I pretended to be in the shower, and then I teleported here. Where's Cal?"
"I don't know. I woke up and he's gone." I said.
"Maybe he got his powers, and make that wall crash down? Come on, let me try teleporting us to him." Cleo took my hand. "I'm new at this. So I might get us in the wrong place. Alright, here goes."
I had a sensation of my molecules changing into light photons, and then back into me again. We're out of the wall, but there was still no sign of Cal.
The room where we are in now looks old. It is round, and smooth. We tried not to touch anything as there might be traps here.
"You know, this look a lot like the torture chambers my 'father' told me about," Cleo said.
"Torture chambers? Underground?" I asked.
Cleo nodded. "It was a secret, but the temple had torture chambers for inquisitions. We must be in one of them now. It's abandoned for millenniums. Even my 'father' doesn't know where it is."
"Let's get out of here quick. There might still be traps left," I said.
Cleo agreed and took hold of my hand. But when she tried to teleport, nothing happened.
"What's wrong? Are your powers on the frizz?" I asked.
"I don't know. Let's try. Stone." Cleo teleported a loose stone
from the wall into her hand. "Well, it's working."
"Then why aren't we out? Don't tell me we can only go in, not out. Is the chamber resilient to magic? So as to stop prisoners from getting out, you think?" I asked. "Can you tryteleporting Cal here?"
Cleo shook her head. "I can only teleport things and people I know where they are. Not Cal. Maybe we should just go on."
I looked doubtfully into the gloom. I could just make out three ways. "Great, which way do we go?" I asked.
"Left?" Cleo hazarded.
"Right?" I argued back.
"Middle." We said at the same time. Laughing awkwardly and hand-in-hand, we inched cautiously forward. Cleo teleported her torch into her hand.
"At least we won't starve, as I can teleport food and water, toilet rolls, and stuff here." She said optimistically.
"You mean, we're stuck here forever, right? And if we don't starve, we might die in traps." I said.
"Honestly, don't be so grumpy. I don't know what Cal sees in you. I'm just trying to help. If I only teleported to Cal, it would be much easier. How many times must I tell you it's been thousands of years since the torture chamber was sealed? The traps must have fallen apart by now," Cleo shouted.
"Shh! What if there's someone here? Alright then, go look for your darling brother if you love him so. That's why you betrayed him just now, right?" I glared at her. Cleo glared back.
While we were arguing, we didn't notice the weird colour of the floor beneath us. Because next thing I know, I had fallen into somewhere deep. Deeper than where I just fainted.