-Amos Kane-
Another series of earthquakes, chunks of the roof in the Hall of Ages started to crumble to the floor as I watched cautiously. "Chief Lector!" Kyra screamed. "Are you going to sit there or do something about the destruction being made on us? This is the tenth earthquake today!"
"Keep calm Kyra," I instructed as I finally stood up. "The one responsible for this wants to drill panic."
"It's working!" She added out of frustration.
I waited until it died down to announce my orders. "Evacuate everyone to any Nomes that have available space."
"Evacuation?" She stood in shock. "It's been a long time since the First Nome has had to leave-"
"And we are breaking that record today. Get everyone out," I finalized. "And Kyra, I want you to find Carter after you do this. Tell him what's been occurring here."
Her eyebrows knitted. "Why don't you?" She snapped.
I shot her a sad smirk. "I'm Chief Lector; I made a promise to protect the throne."
"You idiot!" She scolded. "We've had too many Chief Lectors sacrifice themselves in less than five years-"
"This is a confrontation, Kyra," I spoke dryly. "This Goddess doesn't respect our strength. Now go, you're wasting time arguing with me."
She wanted to continue, but then decided against it and rushed out. I turned towards the throne to see a chunk of sandstone fall directly on it. I rolled my eyes out of irritation as I aimed my staff at it, dissolving the chunk into dust that I brushed off the seat. Then I kept my footing on the steps, staff ready as I kept my eyes on the floor, which started to grumble and crack.
"Gaia," her name I barely managed to speak through. "You are in Egyptian territory."
A hoarse womanlike laugh emanated from the carpet, the cracks formed a face that peered back at me in amusement. "I'm here to release a good friend of mine," she spoke smoothly.
"Apophis is sleeping deep in the Duat; you won't be able to recover him," I snarled.
"You underestimate me," she growled. "All it takes is to stir a war between our worlds. And what better way than leaving the First Nome in ruins?"
"You cross Chief Lector Amos Kane, Eye of Set. I will not tolerate you destroying the Pharaoh's throne." My voice boomed in the Hall.
"So, you're not the Pharaoh?" She grew irritated at the thought. "Then who is?"
"That information will have to die with me," I confirmed.
"Oh, you wish for death?" She grinned, and trust me when I say she should see a dentist soon, "I can give you that."
I stood at alarm to a large earthquake; the floor dissolved into a thick black mud and continued to rise. Bigger chunks of sandstone dropped into the liquid, sinking rather quickly through it. Hiding my panic, I formed a shield around me and the throne, making sure we both couldn't get smashed by the sandstone rain.
A beam of sunlight showed through the roof, which I peered up to see the roof ready to collapse all at once. Gaia's laughing grew louder before the building started to move. I found myself sitting on the throne immediately to the room turning clockwise.
Anytime now, Set. I grumbled at the God.
Oh, you magically forgot our feud. He snapped.
You are still hung up on that? I asked out of amazement. We have bigger things to worry about at the moment!
No we wouldn't, you could have left with everyone else. Set snapped. Moreover, what do you expect me to do? It's a Goddess of Earth!
I sighed out of exasperation, the thick mud reaching the top of the stairs. Help me keep this shield up? I suggested.
I have a bad feeling that mud will eat through it. Set ruined any hope I had left. Save yourself and ditch the damn chair.
Any normal person would agree with him on that score, but I was certain I was already out of time to plan an escape. I watched my shield falter to the mud, and then quickly rushed in. I let out a scream in surprise to the mud yanking me in once it reached my feet. I quickly conjured a rope to yank myself back to the throne, but the mud yanked the Pharaoh's throne in with the rope, sinking even quicker than me.
Actually, once I managed to clear my head for a second, I noticed I was only chest deep in the nasty crap. The walls of the Hall crumbled apart, sinking into the mud that kept rising. I struggled to swim through it, my limbs pushing around quite a bit of weight to move a little. "Have I proved my point, little God?" Her voice snarled through a weird feminine figure that formed on top of the mud.
My eyes narrowed as I took in her slowly approaching, that horrendous grin still aimed at me. "All I learned is that your mud is revolting," I snarled.
She frowned for a quick second, the mud yanked me further in response, chin deep in it now. My panic grew worse, feeling claustrophobic in the black liquid. She laughed as I struggled to breathe. "You shouldn't be too worried, Kane. I don't plan on killing you yet."
