Isis
And we're in the Land of the Death. Great. I wonder how much control I'll have over the visions. How long will they take, too? Honestly, there is a full-on war going on out there and as much as I love introspection and foreshadowing, this is really not the time.
So, we're in the Hall of Judgment. The crumbling monuments of a New Orleans graveyard shimmer around us. Spirits of the dead stir restlessly in the mist. Ammit sleeps peacefully at the base of the broken scales. She opens one glowing yellow eye, studying Sadie, then goes back to sleep.
My nephew steps out of the shadows in a black suit. His eyes widen when he spots her.
"Sadie, you shouldn't be here."
"Tell me about it." Sadie says. She is glad to see him, though. A little too glad, if you ask me.
Anubis takes Sadie's hand and leads her toward the empty black throne.
"We have lost all balance. The throne cannot be empty. The restoration of Ma'at must begin here, in this hall."
The sadness in Anubis's voice hits Sadie, but it could never match the wave of grieve I'm about to shower her with. Truly, we're in the same boat. I spent so many years searching, wishing, dreaming. I spent so many eons grieving and screaming. All because of Set. All because our dear brother couldn't accept where his place is. He took my love away and he was eager to do the same with my child. In the end, we always win the war. But at what cost?
"It's not fair." Sadie says.
"No, it's not." Anubis squeezes her hand. That's really not helping Sadie's ridiculous crush on him. "I'll be here, waiting. I'm sorry, Sadie. I truly am…"
He starts to fade.
"Wait!"