Part 2
This is living hell. Scarab doesn't even bother to gloat over us anymore, seeing as we give no reaction. And the spell has run out. After months of this torture, the spell has finally run out. Scarab doesn't notice. I don't think he'd care, anyway.
Khati is gone - her energy totally out, she looks asleep. But deep in our souls, we acknowledge our sacred cat's passing.
We failed.
Won so many times, so many... but then we failed.
Nefer - Tina's almost slipped... I think the spell's run out. There's no trace of the fun - loving charioteer I once knew.
Rath and Nefer - Tina and Armon, ever calm, make their first movement in weeks - to close their eyes as they go. Their souls vanish from their vessels.
Armon glances at me with a sad look in his eyes, as though to say, "Nice knowing you, friend."
I stay just a moment longer, to think. Will our souls go to the Gate? Or be cast into nothingness?
No way to find out except to go with the others.
My eyes droop down...down...
But as I go, I silently plea for one chance - just one last chance.
And I am gone.
*******
Heka watched sadly from behind a pillar, as the four mummies and the cat collapsed silently into dust.
She sighed. Scarab was too full of himself to keep up any spell - hers had run out too.
Beside her Ammut whined softly. She too had marked the mummies' passing.
"Guess it couldn't last, mutt," said Heka, her last words. "Se ya..."
And then a twisted brown staff clattered to the floor.
Author's note: Whahahaha! *sniff* I never meant them all to die! I'm sorry!
This is living hell. Scarab doesn't even bother to gloat over us anymore, seeing as we give no reaction. And the spell has run out. After months of this torture, the spell has finally run out. Scarab doesn't notice. I don't think he'd care, anyway.
Khati is gone - her energy totally out, she looks asleep. But deep in our souls, we acknowledge our sacred cat's passing.
We failed.
Won so many times, so many... but then we failed.
Nefer - Tina's almost slipped... I think the spell's run out. There's no trace of the fun - loving charioteer I once knew.
Rath and Nefer - Tina and Armon, ever calm, make their first movement in weeks - to close their eyes as they go. Their souls vanish from their vessels.
Armon glances at me with a sad look in his eyes, as though to say, "Nice knowing you, friend."
I stay just a moment longer, to think. Will our souls go to the Gate? Or be cast into nothingness?
No way to find out except to go with the others.
My eyes droop down...down...
But as I go, I silently plea for one chance - just one last chance.
And I am gone.
*******
Heka watched sadly from behind a pillar, as the four mummies and the cat collapsed silently into dust.
She sighed. Scarab was too full of himself to keep up any spell - hers had run out too.
Beside her Ammut whined softly. She too had marked the mummies' passing.
"Guess it couldn't last, mutt," said Heka, her last words. "Se ya..."
And then a twisted brown staff clattered to the floor.
Author's note: Whahahaha! *sniff* I never meant them all to die! I'm sorry!