Anyone watching Beyond? It stars Burkley Duffield (Eddie) and is supposedly quite good. I didn't get to watch the premiere yesterday but I have it recorded and look forward to watching it tonight. If you've seen it tell me your thoughts. Anyways, enjoy! This chapter took me forever because HOA season 3 created a number of plot holes for me to fight with.

Chapter 10

Eddie Miller was thrashing about in his sleep just as he had when living at Anubis House. The one small fact that Fabian had forgotten was why Eddie had thrashed about in his sleep at Anubis House. It had never had anything to do with Eddie being restless; it had to do with Eddie being a lighthouse to Egyptian nonsense.

A few spirits had found their way to Eddie since he'd lost his Osirian nature, but they'd all quickly left. Eddie didn't really understand how the whole Osirian thing worked, but it seemed that everyone else could see his Osirian nature, or lack thereof. Apparently word had even got around that he was now useless, because Eddie hadn't had any visitors in a long time.

Up until that night.

Eddie stood on the bank of the Nile River, though he wasn't quite sure how he knew it was the Nile. He'd never been there, and he'd never really seen pictures of it. Perhaps it was just the fact that in the distance Eddie noticed some very Egyptian looking temples, or perhaps it was the rolling hills of sand right beyond the immediate green shores.

But there was one problem with what Eddie saw; it made no sense. He knew Cairo was a modern Arabic city. There should have been cars, freighters, hotels, but there was nothing. The only ships in the river were made of wood, or perhaps reeds of some sort, and pointed a bit like an elf shoe. Rowers wore nothing but white skirts, no turbans or modern clothes.

This was the Nile River as the Ancient Egyptians would have seen it, and Eddie, who'd never actually cared much about history, found it beautiful.

Eddie was so caught up in the beauty that it took him a good minute to realize that, while everyone else just moved around him as if he wasn't there, one man was staring right at him. He looked just like a normal guy, or well as normal as anyone looked. He had a long beard coming down from his chin, and a hat that reminded Eddie a bit of a traffic cone. But it was the green skin which tipped Eddie off to the fact that, perhaps, his visitor was neither normal nor a guy.

"It's beautiful, isn't it," the man asked, but he didn't look at Eddie. Instead he looked out over the Nile in a way that Eddie didn't quite understand. His visitor had a look similar to a father looking at his son, an odd look to give a river.

"Ah, yeah," Eddie replied scratching his neck. For some reason the man felt really familiar, but he couldn't remember why. "Do I know you?"

The man finally turned to Eddie, and smiled ever-so-slightly. "You did once, not that you knew it. I however have known you your whole life, Edison Sweet."

Eddie couldn't help himself; he cracked his knuckles at the sound of his full name. He might no longer hate his father, but he'd never considered himself a Sweet. And the name Edison… well he wasn't exactly the scientific or geeky type his father had hoped he'd be.

"I see you continue to deny your family history, but it is the truth. You are a Sweet, a family that has moved all over the world chasing after and dying for Chosen Ones throughout the ages. Your father knew his family's history, and yet he never got a chance to pass it on to you, not even when he discovered that you were the latest Sweet to fall under the Curse of the Osirian. And it is a curse. Amneris broke the Cup of Ankh, cursing her decedents to have a power that made them mere tools of the gods. To have a destiny chosen for you is to be cursed, but there was one man who was selfish enough to wish for a curse upon his line. His name was Asim, and he was a High Priest of Osiris who found himself in love with the consort of Tutankhamen, Amneris. He made a deal with Osiris and the price was his family. His decedents would be bound to protect the Chosen One, to die for the Chosen One, and in return they would be granted the abilities they would need to do so.

"But there was one stipulation- the Chosen One nor the Osirian was to ever try and be a god. They were to live and die mortal deaths and pass over into the Afterlife with light hearts. If they did not then their line would receive a new curse, one far darker than the original. When Rufus Zeno attempted to achieve godhood through the Mask of Anubis he brought this curse down upon the line of the Osirian. The Osirian would no longer be able to be near the Chosen One, a curse which basically guaranteed the Osirian would be unable to protect the Chosen One and would be forced to live after losing their Chosen One. It would be a fate worse than death for the Osirian to live knowing they had failed in their destiny. A pain worse than any torture."

Eddie had completely forgotten about Nina's last words to him. He'd completely forgotten that she'd said they couldn't be together. At the time it had made absolutely no sense to Eddie. What was the point of having a destined protector for the Chosen One if that destined protector couldn't be near enough to protect? Now it made sense to Eddie. That hadn't been the original idea. Rufus just continued to ruin things even after his destruction.

"What would happen if the Chosen One and the Osirian were together?"

The man (who Eddie was pretty sure was secretly Osiris) gave Eddie a very pointed look. Do you really want to know? it seemed to ask. "Imagine the pain of being devoured by Ammut and multiply it sevenfold. It did not happen during the short period you were with Nina after Rufus Zeno's betrayal because you were still not fully in touch with the Osirian spirit. It would happen should you get the Osirian spirit back, however. The choice is yours Edison Sweet: you can either live without a purpose or know the pain of failing at your purpose. Or course you might just die while attempting to regain the Osirian spirit which would, undoubtedly, be the most merciful option."

"But there has to be some other way. You're the one who created the Osirian spirit! You're Osiris, I know it!" The man's small smile was proof enough that Eddie was correct. "If you cursed the spirit why can't you just remove the curse?"

Osiris looked upon Eddie as if he was some sort of stupid child taking a temper tantrum over what flavor ice cream he had. "Perhaps I don't want to. Or perhaps I can't."

"Look, Osiris, you're not a bad guy. Surely you can see how it's a little unfair for me to be punished because Rufus was insane. I don't want to be a god. I stopped Rufus from becoming a god for Christ's sake… Ah, sorry, poor choice of words."

Osiris didn't seem offended however. No he actually seemed quite amused by Eddie's stammering. "Yes, you are certainly very different from Rufus Zeno, but the curse has been laid. Ma'at, order, balance, is necessary. Such power could not be given without safeguards, and those safeguards are no longer in my power to remove. If they were I would. I do like you Edison Sweet, and I owe a great debt to Nina Martin even if it may well be repayed. There is nothing I can do."

Eddie was about to continue his rampage, but something about Osiris's raised brows caused Eddie to stop. "Nothing you can do?" Osiris nodded. "But there is a solution. Something someone can do?"

"I am not like Anubis. I do not think it is wise to try and guide the path of humanity through the line I have cursed." Osiris was avoiding the question, and that was answer enough for Eddie. "This will most likely be the only time you and I ever speak, so I wish you well. Remember that you do have a choice. Not being able to feel anything at all may well be better than feeling that deepest sort of pain… Oh and Eddie, your father promised you years ago that he would explain how he knew the word Osirian. Perhaps it's time for you to finally get the full explanation?"

"Wait!" Eddie called, but Osiris was fading. "What does that mean? You have to explain!"

All Eddie heard in response was the crashing of the river on its banks