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Chapter VI: Sol's Resolution
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Man that was some all nighter. At first I ruled out profit for the theft of the Eyes of Anubis. That is until I saw the mark in the display case.
Immediately I assumed that a group or a cult of some sort took the jewels. And this is the weird part. I see no evidence of break in and trust me, this is not an inside job. All the guards in the night shift were hospitalized and the only thing they saw were three cloaked figures.
Crazy as it sounds, they said they did magic.
A story filled with sh... rubbish. Sorry about that. My boss said that I should cut down on the profanities. Well... the really bad ones.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Then this reporter lady came to the museum as I investigated the theft.
Strange as it sounded, she came to report about it two days after the theft. Usually the reporters don't even miss an hour before they hound the curator.
I was distracted for a moment when I saw her. Then on a hunch, I followed her into a pub that had a gothic theme going on in there.
The main reason I followed her is that she had recognized the mark and I had a suspicion that she knew something more that I need. But her strong will and personality made it easier for me to approach her.
And after giving me an extremely cold shoulder, I returned to the library and did some research. Boooorrriiinnggg! That was what I thought until I found an old book that had the mark I saw in one of its pages.
The book told me everything about the cult that owned the mark. Their leader was supposed to be a Dark Wizard by the name of baldie wart... Oh! Voldemort. Anyway, this was supposed to be some bad ass wizard that had lived until twenty years ago and almost ruled the world.
If so, why didn't I hear about it? The only record I found was this book I carry. And the tale from the woman whose hand I am holding.
Hand I am holding? I paused just to confirm that I was still holding her hand. Looking at her I saw a tinge or red on her cheeks as she looked away.
Oops.
"I'm sorry," I said as I gently let go.
"It's okay," she said as she stood beside me. "Where are we headed?" I pointed to a nearby coffee shop. She looked at it with scrutiny and then agreed.
As we entered, the lady at the counter, Elaine, smiled and nodded at my direction.
"What would you have?" I asked my companion. She blinked and shrugged.
"Tea, Jasmine," she said. I relayed the order to Elise which she took. When our orders were ready, she gave me a look of pure mischief.
"So, our flame of the sun has a girl," she said teasingly. I felt all the blood rush to my face. Proclaim my love life, or lack of one, to the world.
"She is not my girl," I said calmly but my blush betrayed me. Damn it! I can bluff my way with a lousy high card in poker but can't keep my embarrassment from others. "She is a colleague and we needed to discuss some business."
"Date?" she asked still keeping that smile. I sighed and looked at her calmly.
"Do I look like the type of person to date someone in the middle of the morning?" I asked her.
"I don't know," Elise smiled. "I never saw you on a date before." Ouch. Sighing, I took our orders and went to find a vacant table. Hopefully mine.
Thank the Maker it's vacant. Offering my guest a seat, she gave me a nod and I sat opposite to her.
She took a sip from her tea and merely sat there, gazing at the people around us. More like studying them. It was like she was studying their ways and their movements.
I had a hunch that I just had to play out.
"We are all human, you know," I said jokingly. She looked at me prissily and took another sip.
"That is debatable," she said. Placing the cup down, she took a deep breath. And I know that it is all business from now on. "What can you tell me about the Eyes?"
"I don't even know your name," I deliberately evaded the question. She sighed in frustration and glared at me.
"Luna Lovegood," she extended her hand for a handshake. I must have been smiling in a silly fashion for her glare pierced me.
"I'm sorry," I said as I took her hand and shook it. "My name is Sol so you could understand the irony that amused me. She giggled as we let go. She actually giggled. She's more beautiful smiling. Perhaps I must make her laugh instead.
"Understandable," Luna said as she looked at me, waiting for my answer. It was time for business.
"At first I thought it was just two large rubies. But I should have known better."
"Why is that?" she asked interestingly. She was interested. I could hardly keep from smiling.
"First of all, the traps in that tomb where I got those artifacts were... for lack of a better word, straight from hell."
"Pardon?"
I just shook my head, trying to remove that vision from my head. Not one of my graceful jobs. Instead, I rolled up my sleeve and showed her a long scar that was trailed my arm. From elbow to wrist.
Luna blinked and didn't say a word. Good. She knows how to listen.
"I was careless," I told her. "I didn't notice the last trap before it was too late."
"Someone didn't want that artifact to be found," Luna said softly.
"If that's so they should have destroyed it," I think I scared her. It was unintentional but I was sorry I did. "In any case," I tried to change the subject but all returned to the basic.
"As I researched further, the Egyptians believed that this artifact could raise the dead."
"Did they use it?"
"Yes, with great consequences." I sighed. With the way this conversation was headed, it will not be nice.
"What consequences?" she asked. Better get it over with.
"They had successfully reanimated the dead," she waited but I didn't continue.
"Wasn't that the general purpose?" she was starting to get confused.
"The key word is REANIMATE," I said. "They have made the dead come back to life but the soul of the person did not reenter the body."
"Zombies?" she said in almost a whisper. It was like she was familiar with the concept of the dead returning to life.
"In essence, yes," I closed my eyes and had remembered the time that I entered that tomb and retrieved the Eyes. Unfortunately, it was being guarded by the ancient's 'experiments.'
In short, I was mobbed by a hoard of zombies. Something that I NEGLECTED to tell the curator. He may think that I was crazy or something. Perhaps I am since I am continuing with this job. When I opened my eyes, Luna was looking at me with concern.
I smiled and continued with my story.
"For all their failures there was one success. Unfortunately the Pharaoh had gotten word of the experiments and killed... actually they were mummified ALIVE."
"Alive?" she asked, her horror was evident. Should I tell her?
"With scarab beetles eating their flesh as they were entombed in their coffins." I shouldn't have said that. She looked... actually she looked more surprised than scared.
"How did it work?" she asked. Hold the phone. Should I trust her this easily? Women are devious and cunning.
That's why I like them. The elements of a good mystery.
"I don't exactly know," I told her as I looked around. Someone had turned away and I was sure he was looking our way. This is getting interesting. That man had the same kind of strange aura that Luna has. Albeit a lot weaker.
We can't stay here any longer.
"Shall we discuss this futher in a more private location?" I asked her. Sipping her tea, I saw her eyes roamed the room and stopped at the man I just saw.
"Please," she said. I nodded and stood up. I waited for her and let her go first.
"See you later Elise," I called out when I pass the counter.
"Details," she called back. Sighing, I turned around.
"This is not a date," I said and went out. I led Luna to the museum's parking lot where I usually park. Well duh! Finding my keys to my Vanquish a turned off the alarm and opened the doors.
Luna looked at the black sleek machine like it was a virus or something. Was she intimidated. I opened the door to her side and she paused before thanking me and entered the car.
Getting to my side, I entered the car and started the engine.
"Your turn," I said as I pulled out to the street. She sighed and nodded. It was inevitable. I asked her the first question in my mind.
"What are Death Eaters?" I asked making her look at me sadly.
"Just drive," she said but before I could argue, I saw the same man in the shop looking at us from the other side of the street.
Revving the engine, I sped off.
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End of 6
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A/n: Thanks for the corrections my Lady. I really appreciate it. So far you are the only one who has read this. Thanks again and I really appreciate your help.
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Chapter VI: Sol's Resolution
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Man that was some all nighter. At first I ruled out profit for the theft of the Eyes of Anubis. That is until I saw the mark in the display case.
Immediately I assumed that a group or a cult of some sort took the jewels. And this is the weird part. I see no evidence of break in and trust me, this is not an inside job. All the guards in the night shift were hospitalized and the only thing they saw were three cloaked figures.
Crazy as it sounds, they said they did magic.
A story filled with sh... rubbish. Sorry about that. My boss said that I should cut down on the profanities. Well... the really bad ones.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Then this reporter lady came to the museum as I investigated the theft.
Strange as it sounded, she came to report about it two days after the theft. Usually the reporters don't even miss an hour before they hound the curator.
I was distracted for a moment when I saw her. Then on a hunch, I followed her into a pub that had a gothic theme going on in there.
The main reason I followed her is that she had recognized the mark and I had a suspicion that she knew something more that I need. But her strong will and personality made it easier for me to approach her.
And after giving me an extremely cold shoulder, I returned to the library and did some research. Boooorrriiinnggg! That was what I thought until I found an old book that had the mark I saw in one of its pages.
The book told me everything about the cult that owned the mark. Their leader was supposed to be a Dark Wizard by the name of baldie wart... Oh! Voldemort. Anyway, this was supposed to be some bad ass wizard that had lived until twenty years ago and almost ruled the world.
If so, why didn't I hear about it? The only record I found was this book I carry. And the tale from the woman whose hand I am holding.
Hand I am holding? I paused just to confirm that I was still holding her hand. Looking at her I saw a tinge or red on her cheeks as she looked away.
Oops.
"I'm sorry," I said as I gently let go.
"It's okay," she said as she stood beside me. "Where are we headed?" I pointed to a nearby coffee shop. She looked at it with scrutiny and then agreed.
As we entered, the lady at the counter, Elaine, smiled and nodded at my direction.
"What would you have?" I asked my companion. She blinked and shrugged.
"Tea, Jasmine," she said. I relayed the order to Elise which she took. When our orders were ready, she gave me a look of pure mischief.
"So, our flame of the sun has a girl," she said teasingly. I felt all the blood rush to my face. Proclaim my love life, or lack of one, to the world.
"She is not my girl," I said calmly but my blush betrayed me. Damn it! I can bluff my way with a lousy high card in poker but can't keep my embarrassment from others. "She is a colleague and we needed to discuss some business."
"Date?" she asked still keeping that smile. I sighed and looked at her calmly.
"Do I look like the type of person to date someone in the middle of the morning?" I asked her.
"I don't know," Elise smiled. "I never saw you on a date before." Ouch. Sighing, I took our orders and went to find a vacant table. Hopefully mine.
Thank the Maker it's vacant. Offering my guest a seat, she gave me a nod and I sat opposite to her.
She took a sip from her tea and merely sat there, gazing at the people around us. More like studying them. It was like she was studying their ways and their movements.
I had a hunch that I just had to play out.
"We are all human, you know," I said jokingly. She looked at me prissily and took another sip.
"That is debatable," she said. Placing the cup down, she took a deep breath. And I know that it is all business from now on. "What can you tell me about the Eyes?"
"I don't even know your name," I deliberately evaded the question. She sighed in frustration and glared at me.
"Luna Lovegood," she extended her hand for a handshake. I must have been smiling in a silly fashion for her glare pierced me.
"I'm sorry," I said as I took her hand and shook it. "My name is Sol so you could understand the irony that amused me. She giggled as we let go. She actually giggled. She's more beautiful smiling. Perhaps I must make her laugh instead.
"Understandable," Luna said as she looked at me, waiting for my answer. It was time for business.
"At first I thought it was just two large rubies. But I should have known better."
"Why is that?" she asked interestingly. She was interested. I could hardly keep from smiling.
"First of all, the traps in that tomb where I got those artifacts were... for lack of a better word, straight from hell."
"Pardon?"
I just shook my head, trying to remove that vision from my head. Not one of my graceful jobs. Instead, I rolled up my sleeve and showed her a long scar that was trailed my arm. From elbow to wrist.
Luna blinked and didn't say a word. Good. She knows how to listen.
"I was careless," I told her. "I didn't notice the last trap before it was too late."
"Someone didn't want that artifact to be found," Luna said softly.
"If that's so they should have destroyed it," I think I scared her. It was unintentional but I was sorry I did. "In any case," I tried to change the subject but all returned to the basic.
"As I researched further, the Egyptians believed that this artifact could raise the dead."
"Did they use it?"
"Yes, with great consequences." I sighed. With the way this conversation was headed, it will not be nice.
"What consequences?" she asked. Better get it over with.
"They had successfully reanimated the dead," she waited but I didn't continue.
"Wasn't that the general purpose?" she was starting to get confused.
"The key word is REANIMATE," I said. "They have made the dead come back to life but the soul of the person did not reenter the body."
"Zombies?" she said in almost a whisper. It was like she was familiar with the concept of the dead returning to life.
"In essence, yes," I closed my eyes and had remembered the time that I entered that tomb and retrieved the Eyes. Unfortunately, it was being guarded by the ancient's 'experiments.'
In short, I was mobbed by a hoard of zombies. Something that I NEGLECTED to tell the curator. He may think that I was crazy or something. Perhaps I am since I am continuing with this job. When I opened my eyes, Luna was looking at me with concern.
I smiled and continued with my story.
"For all their failures there was one success. Unfortunately the Pharaoh had gotten word of the experiments and killed... actually they were mummified ALIVE."
"Alive?" she asked, her horror was evident. Should I tell her?
"With scarab beetles eating their flesh as they were entombed in their coffins." I shouldn't have said that. She looked... actually she looked more surprised than scared.
"How did it work?" she asked. Hold the phone. Should I trust her this easily? Women are devious and cunning.
That's why I like them. The elements of a good mystery.
"I don't exactly know," I told her as I looked around. Someone had turned away and I was sure he was looking our way. This is getting interesting. That man had the same kind of strange aura that Luna has. Albeit a lot weaker.
We can't stay here any longer.
"Shall we discuss this futher in a more private location?" I asked her. Sipping her tea, I saw her eyes roamed the room and stopped at the man I just saw.
"Please," she said. I nodded and stood up. I waited for her and let her go first.
"See you later Elise," I called out when I pass the counter.
"Details," she called back. Sighing, I turned around.
"This is not a date," I said and went out. I led Luna to the museum's parking lot where I usually park. Well duh! Finding my keys to my Vanquish a turned off the alarm and opened the doors.
Luna looked at the black sleek machine like it was a virus or something. Was she intimidated. I opened the door to her side and she paused before thanking me and entered the car.
Getting to my side, I entered the car and started the engine.
"Your turn," I said as I pulled out to the street. She sighed and nodded. It was inevitable. I asked her the first question in my mind.
"What are Death Eaters?" I asked making her look at me sadly.
"Just drive," she said but before I could argue, I saw the same man in the shop looking at us from the other side of the street.
Revving the engine, I sped off.
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End of 6
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A/n: Thanks for the corrections my Lady. I really appreciate it. So far you are the only one who has read this. Thanks again and I really appreciate your help.