The Night Before
Part VI: Spells
A Mummies Alive! Fanfic
Raf cursed as the spell words escaped him. He glared at the golden planter in front of him, as if it were to blame.
"Spell trouble?"
Raf's glare found a new victim. The reaction was the same. "What do you want?"
Scarab muttered the words Raf had forgotten. As the rest of the spell still lay prepared, the tree sprouted from the pot as casually as Scarab had said the words.
Raf hissed angrily. "I can cast my own spells."
"How you lose your calm when your spells don't work."
Raf turned to the planter, reaching out a hand he hissed words of power. The dirt in the planter came to life, smashing and swallowing the tree until it returned to the way it had looked before Scarab had used his magic.
"You always were good at that spell." Scarab glowered.
"And you could never cast it." Raf countered. "Our teacher spent hours trying to teach you it."
"There were plenty of spells you yourself could not master."
"And yet I am the known sorcerer and you hide your magic in shadows."
"You are little more than a teacher with tricks. I am a King's Advisor with an array of magic."
"You may have the Pharoah's ear, Scarab, but you're still just hired help....And you can be fired."
"By the Prince, perhaps? You certainly have his ear. You're one of his favorite guardians. You've seeded distrust for me in him."
"I merely gave him a way to sense the hearts of others."
"Magic." Scarab glowered. "Yes, I've sensed it in him. I knew it was you teaching him. Little wonder you're one of his favorite protectors. I'm not sure the Pharoah would appreciate such side teachings."
"You'd have to prove it first. Without revealing your own magic." Raf retorted.
"True...let it stand as it is then...a draw." He waved his hand toward the golden planter, and another tree sprouted.
Raf hissed angrily, and the dirt started to smash the tree again. The pot exploded, sending dirt, and pieces of the tree, flying. Raf turned angrily, he clenched his fist - yanking it sideways. Scarab cried out as he was thrown against the wall.
"Insolent amateur!" He turned, raising his hand. Raf raised his own hand, as things around him exploded. He swung his arm wide, and an assortment of knives were flung at Scarab. Scarab raised both arms. A nearby table dumped its contents to the floor, and flew in front of him. The knives sunk into it, and it was flung at Raf. Raf clenched both his hands, and the table exploded into splinters. As the dust cleared Raf and Scarab faced eachother.
"Raf! Raf!" Rapses voice called.
"You've chosen your own death." Scarab warned Raf, and he stalked from the room.
Raf glanced around his wrecked practice room as Rapses ran in. "Raf!...what happened?" He glanced around.
"A spell...went out of control." Raf excused.
"Is that all?" Rapses glanced around. "I thought I sensed...something else...something dark..."
"There are many who practice magic in secret. You probably sensed one of them..It is late."
"I could feel you practicing magic. I want to learn more." Rapses told him.
"One lesson at a time." Raf replied. "Tomorrow I'll teach you to turn a stick into a snake, will that be adequate?"
"Alright." Rapses agreed, a little too casually. "Are you well? You seem tired...slow..."
"I overused magic this night." Raf glanced around the destroyed room. "It will take me a few days to fully recover..."
Salmon 2002
Okay, Okay, I'm inventing things again. Well, why couldn't Raf and Scarab have had the same teacher? They seemed to know alot about eachother's magic. Raf even makes the comment in "Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra" that Scarab's magic isn't as strong as in the past.
As for saying Raf was one of Rapses favorite guardians, have you ever seen "The Prince and The Presley"? "Raf said this, Raf said that, You told Raf..." No wonder Raf and Ja-Kal are always fighting in the present. Ja-Kal may be Presley's favorite, but obviously Raf was Rapses...
Salmon
Part VI: Spells
A Mummies Alive! Fanfic
Raf cursed as the spell words escaped him. He glared at the golden planter in front of him, as if it were to blame.
"Spell trouble?"
Raf's glare found a new victim. The reaction was the same. "What do you want?"
Scarab muttered the words Raf had forgotten. As the rest of the spell still lay prepared, the tree sprouted from the pot as casually as Scarab had said the words.
Raf hissed angrily. "I can cast my own spells."
"How you lose your calm when your spells don't work."
Raf turned to the planter, reaching out a hand he hissed words of power. The dirt in the planter came to life, smashing and swallowing the tree until it returned to the way it had looked before Scarab had used his magic.
"You always were good at that spell." Scarab glowered.
"And you could never cast it." Raf countered. "Our teacher spent hours trying to teach you it."
"There were plenty of spells you yourself could not master."
"And yet I am the known sorcerer and you hide your magic in shadows."
"You are little more than a teacher with tricks. I am a King's Advisor with an array of magic."
"You may have the Pharoah's ear, Scarab, but you're still just hired help....And you can be fired."
"By the Prince, perhaps? You certainly have his ear. You're one of his favorite guardians. You've seeded distrust for me in him."
"I merely gave him a way to sense the hearts of others."
"Magic." Scarab glowered. "Yes, I've sensed it in him. I knew it was you teaching him. Little wonder you're one of his favorite protectors. I'm not sure the Pharoah would appreciate such side teachings."
"You'd have to prove it first. Without revealing your own magic." Raf retorted.
"True...let it stand as it is then...a draw." He waved his hand toward the golden planter, and another tree sprouted.
Raf hissed angrily, and the dirt started to smash the tree again. The pot exploded, sending dirt, and pieces of the tree, flying. Raf turned angrily, he clenched his fist - yanking it sideways. Scarab cried out as he was thrown against the wall.
"Insolent amateur!" He turned, raising his hand. Raf raised his own hand, as things around him exploded. He swung his arm wide, and an assortment of knives were flung at Scarab. Scarab raised both arms. A nearby table dumped its contents to the floor, and flew in front of him. The knives sunk into it, and it was flung at Raf. Raf clenched both his hands, and the table exploded into splinters. As the dust cleared Raf and Scarab faced eachother.
"Raf! Raf!" Rapses voice called.
"You've chosen your own death." Scarab warned Raf, and he stalked from the room.
Raf glanced around his wrecked practice room as Rapses ran in. "Raf!...what happened?" He glanced around.
"A spell...went out of control." Raf excused.
"Is that all?" Rapses glanced around. "I thought I sensed...something else...something dark..."
"There are many who practice magic in secret. You probably sensed one of them..It is late."
"I could feel you practicing magic. I want to learn more." Rapses told him.
"One lesson at a time." Raf replied. "Tomorrow I'll teach you to turn a stick into a snake, will that be adequate?"
"Alright." Rapses agreed, a little too casually. "Are you well? You seem tired...slow..."
"I overused magic this night." Raf glanced around the destroyed room. "It will take me a few days to fully recover..."
Salmon 2002
Okay, Okay, I'm inventing things again. Well, why couldn't Raf and Scarab have had the same teacher? They seemed to know alot about eachother's magic. Raf even makes the comment in "Ra, Ra, Ra, Ra" that Scarab's magic isn't as strong as in the past.
As for saying Raf was one of Rapses favorite guardians, have you ever seen "The Prince and The Presley"? "Raf said this, Raf said that, You told Raf..." No wonder Raf and Ja-Kal are always fighting in the present. Ja-Kal may be Presley's favorite, but obviously Raf was Rapses...
Salmon