Story of the Sorceress

By GoldenGoddess

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Author's Note: Hiya! Can you guess who the chapter is about? You should! If you can't, be ashamed! *laugh* Sorry. This is my first Everworld fic. It has guest appearances by Dameon, from Send the Solution and Know the Knikana by Amethyst Stone. And, um, this is kind of a prequel to Know the Knikana...I guess. R and R!


Disclaimer: I don't own Everworld. I wish I did! I'd have Loki do my laundry and Hestia cook for me and Cerebrus be my guard dog and Hebe be my cupbearer and I would be ruler of all! Anyway, I don't own it nor am I making money from this. So don't or I'll have my lawyer Athena turn everyone in your household into spiders!

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Prologue


I watched the carnage of the city: the flames and the crocodiles and Sobek stomping through the city, crushing anything that was in his path. The screams had subsided, for the crocodiles had killed nearly all the amazons and those that had escaped were weary and without supplies. They would not last long in Egypt with their reduced numbers. The bloodshed and destruction was too much and I looked away.


Had Senda done this? How had her powers grown so much, they exceeded mine now. If I lived I would have to worry about her. I knew that, no matter what she said. I knew what she was and it was my fault. I should have been there, but I was scared, I needed someone to protect me. And now? Isis could do nothing, she was the living dead, a beautiful statue stuck in the old rituals that had to be followed and had been followed for over ten-thousand years and would be followed and carried out until the Egyptians were wiped out or their gods were eaten by Ka Anor. Pretty Little Flower was dead, Senda's work. It wasn't Senda anymore, though, she said she had a new name. Senna. When I left her with Tom I didn't think she would turn into this, this power-hungry creature. I thought that maybe he could raise her for me, maybe she would fit in and she would have a loving family.


No, I don't think I ever really thought that. I knew Caroline would never accept the child of her husband's mistress. How could Senda have fit in when I couldn't, I should have been stronger, should have saved her from what she is now.


And Dameon. He's so strong now, so handsome, I didn't recognize him. Then I saw the glow and his eyes, those eyes that belonged to Steven and I knew that it was him. He reminded me of his father: tall, strong, proud, and so serious, so intent on what he does. Did I make a mistake leaving him, too? He didn't know who I was, maybe that was for the better. Because if he knew that I was both his mother and Senna's....I made a lot of mistakes in my life, and I guess I still am, and back then I was as scared as I am now. Steven was my hero, and then Tom helped me after Dameon was born. Would I be able to look my son in the eyes if he knew? Would Senda tell him? When she saw me staring at him, she had asked. I shouldn't have told her the truth, but I felt I had denied her of enough.


I shook my head and gazed into the fire that the Coo-Hatch had set up with camp. Better to live and find out.