Dream
Sakhmet was sitting in her pajamas in what appeared to be a desert. Sighing, she laid back with a roll of her eyes. "What's up, goddess?"
A woman with the head of a lioness appeared out of the sand. The lioness wore what appeared to be a frown, although it was rather hard to tell with the fur. "Rather a lot considering I'm supposed to still be on vacation"
"Now don't be mad at me," replied Sakhmet, sitting up. "I'm not the one who made that stupid prophecy"
The goddess sighed. "Well, I could have done with a bit more rest. Oh, well. No use crying over dead Egyptians."
"Let me guess," answered the girl, who now had quite a bit of sand in her hair. "That's what you told Ra after you went psycho on your people"
"We all make mistakes," replied the goddess. "In fact, you're going to make the same one, so you can just shut your trap about it"
"Whatever," sighed the sandy girl. "So what do you think the weapon is? You know, the one Moldy Voldy wants"
"I haven't the faintest," answered the goddess. "It could be almost anything in there. It is the Department of Mysteries, you know." A crease appeared on the lioness' forehead. "Oo, I hope it's not the Veil of Mysteries."
"They've already got a department; do they really need a veil?"
The lioness head rolled her eyes. "It's just a name, and it's only a mystery to you morals." The girl in the sand glared. "Oh, all right. The Veil of Mysteries is what divides your world and mine. You cross it when you die, but for you mortals, it's a one-way trip"
"So Ooey-Gooey Moldy Voldy could just shove folks through it?"
"Exactly"
"How rude"
"But you have to admit, it's very efficient"
"No, I don't. Freedom of speech"
A very naughty word proceeded from the lioness' mouth, and the desert faded into darkness.
For the rest of the night, the goddess' counterpart, Sakhmet Black, dreamed of shadowswith the sound of curtains in a breeze.