BOOK 2
"Resurrected back before the final fallen
I'll never rest until I can make my own way
I'm not afraid of fading
I stand alone"
- GODSMACK'S "I Stand Alone"
PROLOUGE:
SOMEWHERE IN THE DESERT…
Magus, the Dark sorcerer of the Netherworld, one most favored of the Evil Chaos God, Set, stood in the highest chamber of the tower he had erected.This chamber was perfect for what he had planned.
It's wall's where made of the white finest marble, and many doors that lined of this large circular chamber were made of the darkest woods. Out of these many doors there was at least four doors, each in a position of the four winds, that were carved intricately carved. Each of these doors was the exit to the tower below. The high walls opening up to the starry night sky, where a silver of a crescent moon hung in the deep black sky.
It was in the center of this chamber there was a sinister altar made of a wicked deep green marble. It was at this altar the sorcerer stood. A ball of soft blue light seemingly floating in mid-air before him, undistinguishable images in it's center.
Atop the sorcerer's silver hair was golden crown which bore his symbol. His snake like cuirass, snake head-like shoulder pads, gold and ruby encrusted arm guards, dark breeches, a golden scepter in hand, and a blood red cloak over his back only added to his evil aura.
Magus stared intently into the ball of blue light. Meanwhile one of the four doors opened. A man wearing black and metal plated cuirass with a face like a demon appeared, his dark eye's dancing with malice. He went to his master until he was a respectable ten paces away from him.
He knelt and lowered his eyes.
"My lord," He murmured. "It is done."
Magus waved his hand, making the ball of blue light disappear. He turned his cold dark eyes to his general.
"Did you destroy the Place of Akkad?" He asked in a cold sere voice.
"Yes, my lord. There where only few that survived our attack. Do you wish us to go after them?"
Magus shook his head.
"No, do not worry about them. The have been taken care of."
Suddenly the door the general had entered the chamber, had opened once again. A man with a shaven head with black leathers, and a red belt entered.
"My Lord!" He said breathless.
Quickly he feel to his knees. Magus cocked an eyebrow only mildly surprised.
"What is it?"
"The Akkadian, My Lord. The one you put under strict guarding," He said.
"Mathayus?"
"Yes, My Lord. He has escaped! He along with a few of the other prisoners, including-"
"Hammet," Magus finished, his face looking stern.
For a few seconds there was silence. Then the general looked up.
"Does this mean Mathayus knows about-?"
"The Sword of Osiris, yes," Magus nodded, turning away from his men. "My old colleague has, no doubt, told him all about it's power."
The general and the prison guard exchanged frighten looks. Fearing the wrath of their master, for it was that same wrath that fell upon the Akkadian race...
And destroyed it.
"Should I gather my men to-", The general started but stopped when his master shook his head.
"No, Aten," He said over his shoulder. "By this time the Akkadian has to be no farther the harbor city."
"Then what must we do, My Lord?".
Magus turned to the man and gave his general a malicious smile, that sent shivers of fear through his skin.
"We wait."
And with that, Magus waved off his two best warriors. To this sorcerer, it didn't matter that the Akkadian race was almost completely wiped out, nor did it matter that few had survived.
After all, he had his plan to worry about.
Magus turned back to his wicked altar and waved his hand. In a blast of light, the softy glowing blue sphere of light was back.
This time there was an image in it's center, clearer than before…
…A galley caught in a deadly storm, and a muscled youth with dark hair, dark eyes, and copper skin on the top deck. It was Mathayus, pushing a man out of the way of something. Out of the way of the ships mast, crashing down atop the youth's head.
Magus started laughing mechanically at this.
All was going according to plan.