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Chapter 6: Horus
Julian didn't know what to think. He was astonished by all the secrets being kept. Only one thing kept him going: the way Carter had reacted. The negative words seemed to bounce right off him. He had defended Bast. Julian was determined to be like him and help. But then the voice started talking, and all his willpower melted.
"Horus, Horus, Horus. You are one of the most celebrated gods, but that doesn't stop you from having secrets, does it? Let me see which of your little secrets deserves attention." There was the sound of shuffling paper, and then… "Oh, Horus. Horus the Avenger, looked up to by all. Little did they know that the man in charge had split personalities!" Julian looked confused. It couldn't be true, but it would explain so much… As he thought, the voice continued its rant. "And what about your fight with Set, huh? One word: lettuce." The voice paused dramatically. Through the crowd, Julian saw Horus. He had paled. Julian knew why. He knew the entire story now, even though the voice had said only one word on the subject. His tear ducts filled, threatening to overflow. But the voice, that ruthless voice, just continued the torture.
"Who knew that the king of the gods was bisexual?" commented the voice. Julian was just about to fall to his knees, and all it had taken were a few simple comments from an unidentifiable voice! A battle raged inside him, part of him about to give up, part of him needing to fight it. He heard the voice continue running off comments, and the murmurs of the crowd around him, but they did not fully register in his brain. He was totally engaged in his internal struggles. He slowly forced himself to his knees, and then up to his feet. He tried to summon his combat avatar, but his concentration was disrupted. Finally giving up the fight, Julian fell to the ground, his breaths rasping in and out of his lungs. And the last thing he heard before drifting into unconsciousness was the voice. "Now, how about we move on. I have something interesting planned next: Isis." "No," thought Julian, just before the dark waters of sleep closed over him. "No."