New POV and character.
Companions: Cleo.
I study the scrolls eagerly. Searching for a clue to what may help the Kane children defeat Kek. I find… nothing. "What a letdown." I mutter. I have looked through every scroll, book, and manuscript in Brooklyn houses library.
'There has to be something, right?" I think. I flip open a book I've looked over ten times so far. Nothing referring to Kek. Its as though he was erased. "Wait." I say aloud. A light bulb pops in my head. I rush out the library and to the Kane siblings.
"Carter, Sadie!" I rush. I trip over the living rooms couch and crash my head. Carter and Sadie approach me, "I bet that hurt?" Sadie jokingly asks. "Ow." Is all I reply with. Carter grips my hand and raises me up. He eyes me, making sure I hadn't hurt myself. "Yes, what is it Cleo?" He inquires finally.
"I figured out something of Kek." I mumble, still dazed. Carter relieves himself, most likely believing I was going to let them down. I wasn't this time, I have provided some details about him and I was going to share.
"He doesn't show up in any scrolls or books, as though he disappeared." I annotate. They nod, wondering what else I may have to say. "I believe that, that's why he was in a cave. Deep underground he was sealed away. But why was he there?" I wonder. Sadie says something that I hadn't thought of before. "What if someone put him in the catacomb, not wanting him around anymore. And he wants revenge upon the person who had done it." My eyes open wide, understanding the missing pieces that had been lost.
"Sadie you're a genius." I compliment. "I know." She boasts grinning. Carter believes otherwise. "Why would he attack mankind as revenge?" He says. "Perhaps humanity was the person that put him there. Maybe we didn't want chaos and darkness anymore. And now he wants revenge." I add.
Carter nod in agreement. "Its possible." "We should prepare to go on a quick expedition to search for more information, we can visit Thoth." Sadie suggests. Carter agrees, and they leave me. All alone. I stumble to the couch and lay down. I decide to rest, I am tired. I stretch over the couch and close my eyes. Soon I am in a trance, whisked away from reality and into the dream world.
I study my surroundings, looking at every little detail. It takes me a few minutes to study the tools and the benches to realize I'm in a workshop. I parade through the workshop actively watching my surroundings. I expect something to pop out at me in attempt to scare me. But that never happens. It's just an empty workshop.
I pick up tools in my ethereal land and clack them together. 'This is my dream?' I ponder. It makes no sense, but I continue to do what is to do. I clash my tools together, a hammer and wrench. The shrill noise sends a chill down my spine, a feeling that usually hurts to feel. But now I enjoy the feeling. I don't know why but the goosebumps and the arch of my back is comfortable.
For hours I sit in a dream and clash two tools together making the metal howl. "Why is this fun?" I say aloud. I clash the two tools one final time, but they don't make a noise. Instead my finger gets caught between and crunches. The finger bends a very unwanted angel and begins to bleed. Thankfully I was ghostlike. The pain never appeared to me, so I just sat there.
Now that I broke my finger my mind drifts. Thinking of all sorts of things in the real world. I think of my home country, Rio de Genaro. I think of the family that I left behind. I think of things such as,3 will I ever have a normal life. No normal life is not what I am meaning. I mean more of a life like what Sadie has. She is a more experienced magician then me, she is braver then me. That's why I am the librarian. She is more pretty then me. She has Walter.
My mind continues to drift through the thoughts of Sadie. I wish I was more like her and less of I. "No." I say to myself. I rebuke those thoughts. "I am a great person just like Sadie in my own way." I justify. There is no reason wanting something someone else has when you have something of your own you take pride in. But my thoughts counter me.
I don't have anything I am that proud of. I don't have much except my ability to read dusty pieces of papyrus. I only wish to have what every other girl my age has. Something they take pride of themselves and people to share the pride with. And one person to care for more then others. I envy Sadie for Walt. Its luck I conclude.
I wake up startled, someone was trying to wake me up. My eyes open and adjust to the brightness. "Who, what is going on." I grumble yawning. Above me stands a handsome boy. He has green eyes. And dark chocolate colored hair. He has a sharp chin and is tan. I am unable to produce words. "uh, uh, hi." I stutter. "Hello." He responds. He clenches his hand and steps back. "I, I was just wondering if you were ok." He jabs.
He too is nervous, but for what reason. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine, why?" I ask. "You were shaking. Like your cold, I could get you a blanket." He offers. 'He is being so generous, why is he acting this way?' I think. "Thank you, your sweet but I was just about to get up anyway." I smile. He smiles coyly back, "Ok." He responds.
He hikes away from me and plops onto another part of the couch. He uses the controller to turn the TV on. He flips and flips till he stops on one channel. The movie playing is an old American western. Men gallop on their horses in search of outlaws. I stare at the boy for time. Then look over at the clock. It reads 1:42. My mouth opens broadly. "It's 1:42 in the morning!" I wail. The boy eyes me surprised by my sudden outburst. "Yes, it is?" He says both as a statement and a question. He is clueless to as why I am shocked.
"Why are you up?" I inquire "You should be sleeping." The boy stands up and moves closer to me. "Couldn't sleep, can't sleep." He replies still watching the TV. "No, you need to go to your room." I say urgent. The boy still refuses, "I can't sleep, and someone had to watch you as you slept here. Also, I can sleep here if you can."
I gaze at the boy. I nod and agree. "Alright, but you can't tell anyone. We can get into trouble." "Why would we get in trouble?" He asks. I roll my eyes in a silly way rather then angry way. "Because let's see, boy and a girl, together after everyone else is asleep." I start. His eyes widen, "oh no, I meant nothing like that." He says. He sighs, most likely thinking he just made things awkward.
I focus on his neck, hanging there is a neckless with the symbols of Thoth. Just like me. "What is your name?" I pry. "Alex." He replies. "Alex is a cute name." I reply smirking. He smiles with glee. "What is your name?" he asks. "Cleo." I respond. He eyes me, studying me. Then he sees my Thoth symbol necklace and frowns. "You're the Cleo?" He asks.
"Yep." I say. "I'm sorry for how I acted." He sighs. I inch closer to him "Its fine." I flap. "What is it you do around here?" I inquire. "I study ancient scrolls in the library." He husks. "I don't like my job, I feel like I can do more, like you Cleo." I move my hand over my mouth, I hold in a weep, but Alex is exactly like me and he doesn't know it. "I do the exact same thing as you Alex. I wish for more as well." I say. "You do what I do?" he lips. I nod. "When do you work?" He asks suddenly. "Um from 7:00 in the morning till 5:00 in the evening." I answer. "I shall move my schedule, so it overlaps with yours, that way we can talk more." He replies.
"Alex thank you but its not needed." I disclose. He frowns and stares at his feet. "No, I want to do this." He replies. He wants to accompany me during my work hours, why though? "Ok fine starting tomorrow you shall work with me." I say finally. He makes a wide grin, clearly happy with the answer he got. "Thank you, Cleo." He thanks. "You should get some sleep." I suggest. He shakes his head horizontally, "Is it fine if I stay here with you?" He asks. "Who says I am going to stay here?" I ask playfully. He sighs and frowns "Right." He states then stands.
"I'm only kidding." I say. He sits down. The end credits for the film come rolling and I look over at the clock. "2:04." I read aloud. Alex nods and leans his head back against the cushion. I lay my head on his shoulder. He doesn't have any complaints, so I rest there. Till 7:00. When I awoke I still saw Alex sitting next to me, my head laying on his shoulder still. "Morning." He smiles, "Has anyone got up and questioned you?" I ask. "Only you, now." He replies. I giggle to myself and stand. I stretch and walk to the bathroom. Inside I brush my teeth and comb my nappy hair. I step out and Alex had stood and moved to the balcony.
He was deciding what to pick when I tapped his shoulder. He whipped around and saw me. He wasn't startled afterwards. He grasps and apple and began crunching. I chose toast and eggs. Breakfast ended quick for us when the rest of the magicians woke at 7:00. We were pushed out of the way and moved to the library.
Me and Alex pick several scrolls to study. Studying was the easy part; the hard part was remembering all the information you had learned from studying. We study about the old gods their habits and beliefs. We studied the kings at a given time and the people they ruled over. We study the geography of Egypt over time, its rivers landscapes.
What felt like minutes was hours. Soon my time was up, and it was 5:00. I dragged Alex out of the cramped library and into the living room. He looks around wondering why I had took him out of the library. "My times up Alex. As well as yours." He nods and stop me from moving. He turned me around. "I am going to my room, after last night and working today I have finally got tired." He yawns.
I nod and turn to walk to the couch but am pulled by him again. "I'll see you tomorrow." He says then kisses me on the cheek. He sheepishly turns and darts away, my face is steamy, and I assume I am blushing, but I smile and sit at the couch.
Tell me what you think, of the new character Alex. If this chapter is liked. I may make a separate story with these two characters. Review! :D
