Episode Sixty-Six
"What Once Was"
"I don't remember it looking this way," The South says as she floats through the formerly entombed remnants of the Temple of the Ancient Ones.
"It has been many centuries since we were here last," The West reminds her as he rubs dirt from a column.
The South sighs. "It does not feel that long ago." She looks down at a toppled idol. "How things have changed so much."
The West frowns. "And not just in here."
"We shall make it as it once was again," The East says strongly.
"No," The North contradicts. "We shall make it better."
The Others smile in agreement and the temple shakes.
Meanwhile, along the Nile
Pizoku sits on a rock as he quietly waits. He takes the moment to study her.
She stands looking out over the water in quiet contemplation. Her long dark hair billows on the breeze and glints of purple hues in the sunlight. She is amazingly serene given the situation. Pizoku chocks it up to the fact that Neah apparently isn't human.
But then again, neither is Jilan. "Of all the spots in the river it has to be croc central," She says as she gazes upon the sand bar.
Ma'at seems rather concerned. "How can we get to Thoth?"
"We don't have to," Neah replies calmly.
Ma'at tilts her head at the other girl. "What do you mean?"
"She can take care of it just fine," Jilan replies with a smile. "She's all special like that."
"Who is that?" The girls look at Pizoku, then back out towards the Croc Island.
"Oh my god," Jilan gasps as she sees the boy standing amidst the crocodiles.
Ma'at looks back and forth between Neah and Jilan. "You know him?"
Neah stares at him with a dark expression. "Yes," She says. "We do."
To Be Continued...
