The Tenth Throne of Fire

by Adimega10

"Do you think it's easy ruling during time of crisis? Chaos is rising, deities all over the pantheon are questioning my authority and I have to alter my plans to compromise with a literal child. I love you, Mother, but your constructive criticism is the last thing I want to deal with." Welcome to the 10th anniversary rewrite: "The Throne Of Fire - And We Shall Await The Sunrise".

1. Twas eleven days

10.03.2015

Random Voice 1

Twas eleven days before the Apocalypse, when all through the Duat,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,

For the Pharaoh had called in his office an unlikely pair,

And all deities were holding their breath and waiting to see

If, by the end of the meeting, all three present will get out of there.

Horus looked up from the papers on his desk.

"You are probably wondering what I called you here for."

Isis eyed Set. "We are finally going to kill your uncle?"

Horus sighed. "Alas, no." He shuffled some scrolls and took out from amongst them a small note. "I have a task for the two of you. And I need it done as soon as possible."

Isis stared at him, but millennia of lives have taught Horus a thing or two about his family. His finger was raised before either of his relatives had even opened their mouths.

"According to my sources," he looked at the note. "You two are quite capable of working together behind my back." When he looked up again, his gaze could've pierced through a wall. "Might as well do so and for me."

Set smirked at his sister. "Not so smug now, eh?" he whispered.

Isis pretended not to hear him and walked closer to the desk. "It was a tricky situation, sweetheart. I didn't want to worry you."

Horus smiled at her. "You know what I'm worried about now? This task that I need done. Think you can help?"

Set laughed, but under the Pharaoh's gaze it quickly turned to a cough.

"Don't even for a moment think you're in the clear."

"Sorry. Choked there for a moment."

Isis raised an eyebrow. "Choked?"

"Yes."

"On what exactly? Air?"

"Yes! It happens, you know? When you breathe too quickly-"

"Well maybe you can stop breathing."

"Breathing's a very hard habit to get rid of, my dear sister."

A ball of white flame flickered in Isis's hand. "I can help with that."

Set gasped, turned to Horus and pointed at Isis. "She's threatening me! Did you see that? She's threatening me!"

Horus shrugged. "I believe Mother is just trying to be helpful. Now, if you two can please stop acting like five year olds, we can move on with the details of your mission."

"Calm and cold," noted Set. "You get it from your mother, you know. She was always a real-"

Isis chuckled. "And you can't be nothing less than mean, can't you, brother? If it wasn't for our stupid truce, you would be swimming with the tigerfish by now."

"And if it wasn't for our stupid sister, I would have my hands around your throat, but life isn't fair, is it?"

"Silence!" Horus's voice echoed through the room. The magic force behind the word made the pair freeze. "I will not have you two clowning me! I am your Pharaoh and I have given you an order. The least you could do is show me respect!"

He stared them down for a moment, waiting for a response. When none came, he nodded.

"Thank you. Now, Carter Kane, my ex-host, wants to know where the Book of Ra is. As you know, awakening Ra is a very dangerous path, but nevertheless one the Kanes seem determined to take. As Carter's patron, it is my duty to answer him. Set?"

The Red Lord tried to put as much innocence in his tone as possible. "Yes?"

"Do you still have the last part of the Book?"

The god's eyes widen in surprise. "Y-yes, but-"

"Perfect. Keep the information private. We will only disclose the location of the other two scrolls once the younglings have proven they can handle the power of the first."

Isis smiled at him. "But we don't know the location of the first scroll."

"And this is exactly where your task comes in. Find it. You have five days, because Ma'at knows you two won't get anything done unless you have a deadline. Have I made myself absolutely clear?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Out, then!"

The door shut behind them. It wasn't even a minute later (if there could be such a thing as a 'minute' in Duat), that it opened again. A young god carefully entered the room.

"My Lord?

"Yes?"

"Lady Pakhet wishes to see you."

Horus scanned his desk, overflowing with asks and demands, and sighed.

"Let her come in. And send a message to my wife, could you? Tell her I probably won't make it home for dinner. Thank you."

The disembodied voice that is narrating this chapter floated out of the Pharaoh's office and followed Isis and Set as they made their way down the hall. But you can probably tell what their conversation sounded like and I don't get paid enough to repeat profanity, so this chapter shall have to end here. Happy Tenth Birthday to 'The Throne of Fire'! May this rewrite make it better. Thank you.

-Yours Truly, Random Voice The First.