Chapter 5- I did what?!

I stumbled out of the boat onto the riverside and resisted the overwhelming urge to just vomit my entire breakfast. Apparently riding a boat throgh the Duat can also cause motion sickness.

Never. Again. Or at least not for a few days.
Ugh.

" Yes, the first trip always causes some sickness," Dad said sympathetically. "You'll get used to it."

I don't want to get used to it, though! Which way is Uncle Julius' house?

"Come on then," Dad picked me up and cast a small 'calm' spell on me, relieving my stomach from the flips it had been doing.

One subway ride later (thankfully I didn't get sick on the subway), we were standing in front of a huge house.
Well, huge by my Brooklyn apartment standards. Not so huge compared to the mansion I was living in right now.

Decent-sized? Yeah, you could call it that.

And up on the balcony was Aunt Ruby, waving down at us. "Come in! The door's open!"

While Dad walked to the door, I wondered when Carter would be born. If it was consistent with the books, He should be born sometime in June, but I have come up with the theory that I'm in a fanfiction.

(A/N: Laughs nervously)

The slight creak of the door opening brought me out of my thoughts.

The house was... disappointingly normal.

I'm not sure what I was expecting. Certainly not a museum or anything like that, but at least a few more references to our Egyptian heritage? There wasn't even a wall painting of a sphinx, which I found completely insulting. Like, what kind of person knows about Egypt without knowing about the Sphinx? It's a critical symbol, I tell you, absolutely critical.

...Looks like my expectations have been distorted by staying in the Brooklyn Mansion.

"Amos and Nyssa!" Aunt Ruby squealed, coming down the stairs in front of us. "It's been so long since I last saw you! Little Nyssa, you haven't forgotten me, have you?" she said that last part to me.

"Aun'w Ruby," I said hesitantly. Now that I think about it, is it really normal for a one-year-old to say short phrases?

Also, it hasn't been too long since I last saw you. I literally saw you two months ago for my birthday.

"Oh!" she gasped. "She said Ant Ruby! Julius, did you hear that?"
I stared at her. She's acting too amazed, this is weird. Is this a symptom of mood swings or something?

"Hear what?" Uncle Julius walked into view from some other part of the house.

"Unca Juli!" I waved excitedly.

He skidded to a stop in front of me. "What? Can you say that again?"

Dad shifted me away slightly. "No. Her first word was Dad anyway. Look, she can walk now!" He put me down.

I started waddling towards something I think was the main hall, or at least a sitting room. I will explore this house!
Aunt Ruby quickly snatched me up, ending that dream in an instant.

"Ruby, give her to me! Don't hold her, it'll strain you," Uncle Julius said, reaching out to me.

"Nonsense! She doesn't even weigh as much as a stone!" Aunt Ruby replied. "Besides, I'm only one month pregnant!"
"One and a half."

Ohhh, so that's why I didn't see a baby bump.

"We weren't expecting you for a few hours," Uncle Julius, deciding not to argue with a pregnant woman (wise man), turned away from us and towards Dad.

"Nyssa and I took a shortcut through the Duat." Dad explained.

"Amos!" Aunt Ruby gasped again. "You took a one-year-old through the Duat?!" Yes, is it really that big of a deal?

"A one-year-old that can already walk and talk," Dad corrected. "Besides, she's perfectly fine!" as if to emphasize this, he gestured animatedly towards me.

Uncle Julius gave him the same unimpressed look I give him sometimes. Huh, did I inherit that? "Okay, so maybe there was some motion sickness, but she's fine now!"

"Motion sickness?" Aunt Ruby held me up and analysed me closely. "Honestly, Amos, this is why I was worried. Little Nyssa, are you alright?"

I gave her my (and apparently Uncle Julius') patented look and rolled my eyes. "M 'ine!"

She promptly ignored me and carried me towards the kitchen. "Let's get you some of the cookies I made to cheer you up!"

Dad trailed behind, muttering something about the unfairness of her being able to make great cookies and not him.
Uncle Julius, hearing him say that, was staring at him worriedly, as if wondering what happened.

I giggled. "Dad made coogies, go boom boom, Dad say tanzif and eve'ythin-"

I was cut off by a familiar hieroglyph.

Aunt Ruby was concerned by my sudden silence, only to turn around and see the fading hieroglyph in front of the men's faces.

It faded completely, scrubbing the walls of the house clean of any dust or dirt that had accumulated since the last c;eaning (it wasn't much).

There was a sudden, large drain of my enery.

Uncle Julius broke the silence by saying,"She didn't just cast a spell at such a young age just by saying a word of power, did she?"

That was the last thing I heard before everything went black.