Isis

So, that just happened. We watch my son and his... and his eye, we watch them disappear up the pyramid's chimney while carrying with them Set in the form of a fruit bat. Their battle will probably continue outside the pyramid. I wish I were there to help, but we are currently surrounded by more pressing matters.

Now, I'm an amazing healer. But with a resisting host? There is very little I can do to help the two very wounded people lying next to us.

Amos's wounds seem more magical, rather than physical. He doesn't have a mark on him, but his eyes are rolled up in his head and he's barely breathing. Steam curls from his skin. When you're dealing with possessors with Set's level of skill, there are a couple of factors that come into play: how long has it been going on for, how powerful the host is, if the soul is still in the body. Hopefully, Amos will wake up. But hoping is all we can do at the moment.

Zia, on the other hand, looks almost death. Her face is deathly pale. She is bleeding from several nasty cuts on her leg. One of her arms is twisted at a bad angle. Her breath rattles with a sound… like wet sand? That's weird.

"Hold still." Sadie rips some cloth from the hem of her pants and tries to bind Zia's leg. "Maybe there's some healing magic or—"

"Sadie." Zia grips Sadie's wrist feebly. "No time. Listen."

How can a human be so calm while dying?

"If we can stop the bleeding—" Sadie presses on.

"His name. You need his name."

"But you're not Nephthys! Set said so."

Zia shakes her head. "A message...I speak with her voice. The name—Evil Day. Set was born, and it was an Evil Day."

Oh, yeah, that was it! If i had a physical body, I would snap my fingers. Magic floods my brain as I remember how to pronounce the name correctly.

'True enough,' Sadie thinks. 'But could that really be Set's secret name? And what is Zia even talking about? Back at river, Nephthys did say she would send a message. And I did promise Anubis to listen to her. But still, all of this makes no sense.'

"Look, Zia…"

Sadie shifts uncomfortably, looking at the girl's calm face. And then the truth hits us. That mortal, guess he had some last tricks up his old sleeve.

"Oh, god." Sadie stars at Zia. "That's it, isn't it?"

She seems to understand, and nods. Her face contorts with pain, but her eyes remain as fierce and insistent as ever. "Use the name. Bend Set to your will. Make him help."

What?

"Help? He just tried to kill you, Zia. He's not the helping type."

I find myself agreeing with Sadie. Set's never cared for anyone, but himself. Aside from... What does my dear sister know that we don't?

"Go." Zia tries to push Sadie away. Flames sputter weakly from her fingers. "Carter needs you."

If there was a way to make Sadie act, that was it. Carter is in trouble.

"I'll be back, then," Sadie promises. "Don't...um, go anywhere."

Yeah, 'cause she's dying to follow you into battle.

Ignoring my remark, Sadie stands and stares at the hole in the ceiling. She contemplates the dreadful idea of turning into a kite again. Then, her eyes fix on Osiris's coffin. Julius's coffin. Her father's coffin, buried in the red throne. The sarcophagus is glowing, overflowing with energy.

'If I can only break the throne…'

Set must be dealt with first, I warn her.

'But if I can free Dad…'

She steps towards the throne. This energy… I've felt something similar before in the Hall of Ages.

No, I warn again. To extract someone's energy is to use their soul as fuel. Memories, emotions, thoughts… that's what's radiating from the sarcophagus right now. What you might see is too dangerous.

'What are you talking about?'

Stubborn as always, Sadie puts her hand on the golden coffin, if not only to irritate me. Instantly, we are ripped from the throne room and into a vision.