Sorry it took me a while for this chap. I was camping, lmao.
Anyway, hope you all enjoy!
CHAPTER NINE: A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE
The desert sun beat down relentlessly as Percy knelt by Thalia's lifeless form. The world seemed to spin around him. All he could hear was the pounding of his own heartbeat, a rhythm that felt like it was slowly pulling him apart.
"Percy…" Drew's voice was barely a whisper, but he couldn't bring himself to look up at her.
Thalia was gone.
The prophecy echoed in his mind, cruel and unyielding. One shall be lost in the land without rain.
"Why…" The word barely made it past his lips, a choked whisper. "Why couldn't I save her?"
Sobek's power pulsed through him, a distant echo in his veins, but it felt hollow now. Useless. He was supposed to be strong. He was supposed to protect his friends. What good was his power if he couldn't even do that?
Bianca knelt beside him, tears streaking her dirt-covered face. "Percy…" she said softly, her voice trembling. "It wasn't your fault."
But Percy couldn't believe that. He had failed. He should have been faster, stronger. If only he had seen what Thalia was doing, if only he had stopped Talos before she-
He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as the grief morphed into anger. Hot, burning anger. He wanted to scream, to lash out at the gods, at fate, at the universe for taking Thalia from them. But he couldn't. All he could do was sit there, feeling like a shell of the person he had been just moments ago.
The prophecy had claimed one of them, and it had chosen Thalia.
"We can't stay here," Drew said gently, standing beside him.
Percy didn't respond.
Zoë, who had been silent until now, spoke up, her voice brittle. "We must-" Her voice cracked. "We must bury her. We cannot just leave her like this."
Bianca sniffed, wiping her tears. "But… where?"
Percy stared at the ground, his hands still resting on Thalia's body. He couldn't leave her. Not like this. But he also knew they didn't have time. Monsters would come. The desert was vast and unforgiving, and they had already drawn too much attention with the battle against Talos.
With a deep, shuddering breath, Percy slowly rose to his feet, his eyes never leaving Thalia's face. "We'll do it here," he said, his voice hoarse. "We'll bury her here."
Zoë nodded again and gestured for Bianca and Drew to help her. Together, they began to gather rocks and sand, creating a makeshift burial mound in the shadow of the fallen Talos.
Percy stood there, numb, as the others worked. His mind was blank, his thoughts frozen.
When the mound was finally finished, Zoë stepped forward, placing Thalia's spear gently on top of the grave. "We will remember her," she said softly. "A warrior, and a friend."
Bianca sniffed, tears streaming down her face as she placed one of Thalia's bracelets beside the spear. "She… she deserved better," she whispered.
Drew, for once, said nothing. She simply placed a flower - a small, delicate desert bloom - on the grave.
Percy felt the grief tightening in his chest again, a suffocating pressure that made it hard to breathe. He wanted to say something. He couldn't.
He turned away from the grave, unable to bear the sight of it any longer. The desert stretched out before him, endless and unforgiving, just like the future that now loomed ahead.
Zoë came up beside him, her eyes hard with determination. "We must keep moving," she said quietly. "Thalia would not want us to fall here."
But apparently fate wanted them to, because suddenly, out of nowhere, appeared a swarm of fire breathing, poisonous snakes - basilisks.
The sand beneath their feet seemed to shift as the swarm of basilisks appeared, their scaled bodies shimmering in hues of red and gold under the relentless desert sun. Hissing filled the air, snapping Percy out of his grief-stricken daze.
Zoë's bow was already drawn, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Prepare thyselves!" she shouted, taking aim at the closest basilisk.
Bianca scrambled to her feet, gripping her dagger with trembling hands. Drew, who had been so uncharacteristically silent, shifted her stance and pulled out a dagger.
Percy felt a surge of fury so intense it was almost blinding. The power of Sobek roared in response, a primal force that coursed through his veins, demanding action. The basilisks slithered forward, their eyes blazing with toxic fire, their fangs dripping with venom.
"Stay close!" Percy ordered, his voice rough but steady. He raised his hand, and water from deep within the ground responded to his call, twisting and spiraling up in shimmering streams. The moisture in the parched earth was scant, but it was enough to form a barrier between them and the advancing snakes.
A basilisk lunged, its scales glistening with a fiery sheen as it breached the wall of water. Zoë released her arrow, striking it between the eyes. It collapsed with a final, furious hiss, but more took its place, slithering over their fallen brethren.
Drew stepped forward, shouting at the snakes to go back with charmspeak, their heads whipping side to side as if momentarily disoriented. "I can't hold them for long!" she shouted, sweat beading on her brow.
Percy was… angry.
How dare these dumb snakes try and hurt him?
The of basilisks continued to press forward, undeterred by their dwindling numbers.
The heat of the desert seemed to make the air shimmer around him, but inside, Percy felt the cold fury of Sobek's power urging him on. He clenched his fists, the anger nearly exploding out of him.
"Glacius!" he roared.
A chill burst outward from his core, and in an instant, the heat around him was replaced by a bone-numbing cold. The air crackled as frost spiraled across the sand, racing toward the incoming basilisks. The first few snakes barely had time to hiss in surprise before their bodies stiffened, ice crystallizing over their scales in jagged patterns. One by one, they halted mid-strike, their venomous fangs locked open and frozen solid.
The wave of ice surged onward, catching more of the creatures in its path and encasing them in a glistening, frosty prison. The few that managed to escape writhed frantically, their movements slowed by the biting cold that had transformed the desert floor into a landscape of ice and shimmering frost.
Zoë lowered her bow, awe flickering in her eyes. She nodded at him.
Percy's breath came in ragged gasps, the effort of summoning such powerful magic leaving him momentarily drained. The air around them was eerily silent, the threat of the basilisks neutralized, at least for now. The frozen figures of the serpents glistened under the harsh sun, reflecting light like fractured diamonds.
Drew exhaled, eyes wide as she looked at the trail of frozen monsters. "Remind me never to get on your bad side," she muttered.
As they began to walk, leaving the grave behind, Percy felt a cold resolve settle in his bones. He had failed to protect Thalia, but he wouldn't fail again. Whatever it took, he would make sure the rest of them survived.
Whatever it took.
THE SON OF SOBEK
They were walking.
Walking.
Walking.
And they had been walking for hours.
The desert seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions, a bleak wasteland that swallowed up the horizon. Each step they took seemed to echo back to them in the silent heat. Percy didn't look back.
"You know," Drew said, "we should probably be worrying about the prophecy."
The prophecy rang through Percy's mind with a dreadful clarity. It had already started to unfold before them, line by line - a twisted fate guiding their every step. Thalia's death confirmed the second line: One shall be lost in the land without rain.
Percy's gaze flickered over the others. Five of them, heading west to some unknown destination where they'd find a goddess in chains. Artemis. The sun's heat beat down on them mercilessly, as if the prophecy itself was tightening its grip.
Pharaoh's might must show the trail. Was that referring to him? His connection with Sobek wasn't exactly clear, but he felt something deep in his bones pulling him westward.
Beside him, Zoë's face was set in a mask of determination, but her eyes held a haunted look. And she was no stranger to "forgotten destinies and curses." Percy could see it in the way her gaze lingered on the horizon, as though she could feel something.
Drew finally broke the silence. "Alright, we've made it this far, but we need to figure out what the rest of this prophecy means. If we don't," she paused.
Bianca glanced at Percy. "Pharaoh's might," she murmured. "Do you think that's Sobek? Or maybe you?"
Percy tensed. The power of Sobek pulsed within him. He could feel it. "It's possible," he admitted. "Sobek's power has been helping me, but it feels… heavy. Like it could crush me if I'm not careful."
Bianca spoke up, her voice uncertain. "And what about the last line? One shall perish by a parent's hand."
A cold chill ran down Percy's spine. That line felt like a death sentence hovering over all of them. He remembered Thalia's father, Zeus, and how quickly the gods could turn against their own children. But with his own heritage now in question, Percy felt the shadows of their parents looming larger than ever.
"I don't know. I don't think my dad would kill me, but I don't know him all too well."
The silence grew heavy. Finally, Zoë straightened, eyes hard with resolve. "There is no avoiding our path. We follow the prophecy, but we do so on our terms. Campers and Hunters combined - we must prevail."
Percy glanced at the horizon. "Is that…"
A limo.
Zoë sighed. "Of course."
Bianca spoke. "Who-"
Before she could finish, the limo screeched to a halt in front of them, kicking up a cloud of sand.
Ares grinned, showing too many teeth. "Well, well, if it isn't a pack of lost little heroes," he sneered. "Need a ride?"
Percy bared his teeth, feeling his scales underneath his skin.
The war god laughed. "Relax! Your father just cashed in a favour, war god to war god."
Percy's hands grew scaly. Power prickled just beneath his skin, as if the crocodile spirit sensed the presence of another powerful god.
Ares noticed, chuckling darkly. "Oh, what's this? Trying to play with the big boys now?" He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with an almost animalistic glee. "War god to war god. You got that spark, kid, but let's see if you can hold onto it."
Percy bristled but held his ground. "I'll be fine, thanks."
"Anyway, the lady wants to talk to Perseus-Ra over here," Ares continued before Percy had a chance to ask about the name, "and she doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Drew's eyes widened. "Aphrodite?" she asked.
"Ah, you're her daughter aren't you?"
Zoë stepped forward. "We will not leave him alone with thee, Lord Ares."
"I'll be fine," Percy said.
"You see? He'll be fine." Ares snickered, crossing his arms with a gleam in his eye. "You got guts, kid. We'll see if they help you." He inclined his head toward the back of the limo, where a partition slid open, revealing Aphrodite waiting with a small, knowing smile.
Zoë, Drew, and Bianca lingered nearby, but Percy gave them a quick nod. "I'll be okay," he said. It wasn't every day a war god and the goddess of love turned up just to see him. He walked into the limousine.
Aphrodite's gaze was soft but intense, her eyes glinting as she watched Percy approach. "Percy," she murmured, her voice smooth as silk, "How've you been?"
She was beautiful, for lack of a better word, but Percy didn't think even that would do her justice. "I'm… good."
"Good, good." Aphrodite tilted her head, her eyes locking onto his. "You're carrying a lot of weight, Percy. More than just Sobek's spirit."
Percy blinked, surprised. "You know about… that?"
"Of course," she replied, her voice like a warm breeze. "Sobek's spirit is old, but that's not what truly fuels you. Power is one thing, but the love that binds you to your friends - that's what pushes you beyond your limits. You have struck a friendship with my daughter, have you not?"
Aphrodite reached out, as if to touch his face, but stopped inches from his cheek. "But love can be a dangerous weapon, as powerful as any blade. Don't let it control you, Percy. Let it guide you, but stay focused."
Percy held her gaze. "I don't want to lose anyone else," he said quietly. "I couldn't save Thalia… I can't let that happen again."
She offered a sympathetic smile, her eyes softening. "The path you're on is full of sacrifice. But know that love will always leave a mark, Perseus. It will hurt, but it will also make you stronger. Carry it with pride."
He nodded, feeling her words settle deep in his heart.
Of course Ares decided to join the conversation then. "A path of pain," he said, eyes glinting, "but also a path of conquest. Of destruction."
"What?" Percy said.
Ares shook his head. "Can't tell you much more than that. Inter-pantheonic laws and whatnot."
"What?"
Aphrodite waved a hand. "Your friends are waiting."
"Right. They're probably wondering what's taking so long."
Percy stepped out of the limo, feeling a weird sense of determination. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the sand as he rejoined Zoë, Drew, and Bianca.
"What did she say?" Drew asked, her eyes searching his face for answers.
"Just… advice," Percy replied, glancing back at the limo, where Ares and Aphrodite remained. "Nothing I can't handle."
Zoë raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical but willing to let it go for now. "We should move. The longer we stay, the more exposed we are."
"Agreed," Bianca added, glancing back toward the horizon. "We still have to figure out the next part of the prophecy."
As they walked, Percy felt the energy of Sobek pulsing within him. It was a strange sensation, like an electric current in his veins. He focused on that energy as they continued westward.
"I.. feel something," he said, after they had walked for a while.
"Feel what?" Drew asked.
"I don't know, like… something's coming."
Immediately, everyone tensed, their weapons out. Zoë stopped, her eyes scanning the horizon. "What does thou mean something's coming?" she asked.
"I can't explain it," Percy replied, shaking his head. "It's like a… vibration in the air. Something powerful. Familiar."
He peered ahead, as if he could see something they couldn't. "Hello, auntie."
A voice almost like a purr rang out. "Perseus. Fancy seeing you here."
They were face to face with a giant golden woman in glowing red armor. Her skin glowed like liquid gold, her chest plate and skirt looked as if they were made from molten lava, and her hair was like a lion mane.
Percy grimaced. "Hello, Sekhmet."
THE SON OF SOBEK
The air around them crackled as Sekhmet, the Egyptian, lioness goddess of war and healing, stepped forward. Her presence was commanding, and her golden armor shimmered as if it had the very essence of the sun. The heat radiating from her was intense, making the air around them shimmer like a mirage.
"Do not be alarmed, my dear nephew," she said, a predatory smile playing on her lips. "I come not as an enemy, but as a guide."
"Of course," Percy muttered. "Guys, meet my bloodthirsty aunt. Auntie, meet my friends."
"Pleasure to meet you all," Sekhmet said, her voice dripping with an amused lilt as she surveyed the group. "I hope you're ready for some excitement. After all, you're in the presence of a goddess."
Drew shot a wary glance at Percy. "Excitement? Is that what we're calling it?"
"Drew's right," Bianca added.
Zoë frowned. "What do you want, goddess? We have had enough of divine interference for one day."
Sekhmet's laughter was low and rich. "Relax, Huntress. I have no intention of causing harm. Percy here has a destiny to fulfill, and I am merely offering assistance… for a price."
Percy narrowed his eyes. "What kind of assistance?"
"Ah, you're sharp," she replied. "Your magic - amazing! Honestly, Nephthys would be so proud. But there are some spells out there you can't just cast willy nilly. Namely, the Ribbons."
Bianca frowned. "The what?"
"The Seven Ribbons of Hathor," said the goddess.
Percy felt a surge of intrigue and unease at the mention of the Ribbons. "What are those?"
Sekhmet's golden eyes sparkled with mischief. "It'sa spell that summons seven ribbons and binds a god or magician, banishing them to the Duat."
Percy nodded slowly. "So… you'll teach me the spell?"
Sekhmet's grin grew sharper, the glint in her eyes one of challenge. "Yes, nephew. I will teach you. But know that mastering the Ribbons is no simple feat. To wield them requires skill, willpower, and the control of a god. Are you ready for that?"
Percy swallowed, glancing at his friends. He nodded. "I'm ready."
Sekhmet stepped closer, her presence radiating heat that seemed to pulse in rhythm with Percy's heartbeat. "Good. First, understand that the Ribbons aren't just words or gestures - they're layers of power that must be woven with precision. Each one requires intent and focus. If you lose control…" She let her words hang in the air, a warning that needed no elaboration.
"It requires focus," she continued, lifting a hand as a faint shimmer formed in the air around her fingers, spiraling outward. "It starts with binding energy, weaving it into a line. Watch."
Percy's eyes followed the shimmering line as Sekhmet demonstrated, feeling Sobek's power respond within him. Slowly, he mirrored her, focusing his intent as he extended a few lines of energy from his hand.
"Good," Sekhmet said, nodding approvingly. "Most magicians cannot do this more than once a year, but you're not following the path of a god - you're the son of one."
Percy's concentration deepened as he willed the ribbons to hold.
"You'll be ready sooner than I thought," she remarked. "Continue this way, Perseus. The Seven Ribbons will be yours to wield."
As Percy focused on the shimmering lines extending from his hand, he felt the energy binding and tightening, a controlled power he'd never quite experienced before. Sekhmet watched him intently, her gaze assessing, almost impressed.
"Remember," she continued, "each ribbon represents a different layer of control. They're not just defenses or attacks - they are seals. The Seven Ribbons will give you the power to bind even the strongest gods and beings to the Duat."
Percy felt a shiver run through him. "So I could use this against anyone?"
Sekhmet's smile turned sly. "Anyone, if you're strong enough to wield them all. The ribbons are as dangerous as they are powerful. Use them wisely, Perseus."
His friends stood nearby, watching with cautious admiration, but Percy barely noticed. He felt the ribbons growing steadier in his grip, as if they recognized him.
Sekhmet nodded approvingly, stepping back. "You have much to learn, but the Ribbons will serve you well in the challenges ahead. And remember - this knowledge is both a gift and a test. Don't forget it, nephew."
Percy nodded, feeling the weight of her words as he released the energy. His friends stepped forward, their faces filled with awe.
"That was amazing," Drew said quietly, echoing the sentiment of the group.
Percy took a deep breath, feeling a strange sense of both empowerment and caution. "Let's keep going."
Sekhmet grinned. "Oh, my help is not over yet. You all wanted to go to west? So be it." She waved a hand, and suddenly the questers were at the base of a… dam?
Instantly, Percy recognised it. Hoover Dam.
The sight of the colossal dam loomed before them, its massive concrete structure a marvel of engineering against the backdrop of the arid landscape. Water gushed through the turbines, creating a low, constant roar that mingled with the dry wind.
"Damn."
"This is… unexpected," Zoë said, squinting up at the towering walls of the dam. "What does this have to do with our Goddess?"
Sekhmet chuckled. "Ah, my dear huntress, the dam is more than just a reservoir. The waters here flow from the River Colorado, but they also hide secrets - ancient ones, tied to the gods."
Percy perked up at her words. "Secrets? What kind of secrets?"
"The kind that can either save you or doom you," Sekhmet replied cryptically. "This place has seen many battles and many more monsters."
Bianca frowned, crossing her arms. "And how exactly does this help us?"
"Ask the nympth," said Sekhmet.
Before anyone could say anything else, the goddess disappeared.
Percy sighed. "That's my aunt for you. Probably off to go bathe in blood or something."
"Bathe in blood?" Drew asked.
Percy shivered. "If the Egyptians were half-right about her, she's probably doing a lot worse than that. She's nice enough to me, though."
Zoë wasn't exactly happy. "Any more goddessess thou should tell us about?"
"What do you mean?"
"Perseus," Zoë said, "a goddess appeared, out of nowhere, and thou claimed her to be thou aunt. A goddess famous for killing and slaughter."
He sighed. "Look, I know it sounds crazy, but Sekhmet isn't here to harm us. She's… complicated."
"Complicated?" Zoë echoed, her voice sharp. "I do not trust a goddess of war and destruction. How can we be sure she has not led us into a trap?"
Bianca chimed in, glancing uneasily at the dam. "She mentioned a nymph. Maybe we can find answers there. If there are secrets, we need to uncover them before moving on."
Drew shivered slightly, her fingers brushing against the handle of her weapon. "Secrets or not, we need to be careful. There are too many unknowns in play."
Percy nodded, the burden of his earlier failure still fresh in his mind. "You're right. We need to keep our guard up. But if there's a chance that nymph can help us, we have to take it."
As they approached the base of the dam, the sound of rushing water grew louder, filling the air with a low, constant roar. The towering concrete walls loomed overhead, casting long shadows that danced in the fading light of the day.
"Anyone else feel like we're being watched?" Drew whispered.
Percy scanned their surroundings. "Yeah, it's definitely eerie here," he replied, his voice low. "I can feel something… lurking."
"Lurking?" Bianca raised an eyebrow. "That's not ominous at all."
Percy glanced at his friends, the tension in their faces making him realize how tired they all were. He forced a smile. "Before we face any more surprises, how about we take a break? I think we could all use some food."
Zoë frowned but nodded reluctantly. "A brief rest, then. We do need our strength."
Drew let out a relieved sigh. "Finally. If I'm going to fight monsters, I'm not doing it on an empty stomach."
They made their way to the visitor area, where a few scattered picnic tables overlooked the wide expanse of the dam and the glistening river below. The setting sun cast golden hues across the landscape, momentarily lifting the shadows that seemed to haunt them.
Percy rummaged through his pack and pulled out some provisions: sandwiches, granola bars, and a couple of bottles of water. It wasn't much, but it was enough to stave off their hunger.
As they ate, the group fell into an uneasy silence. The sounds of rushing water filled the gaps, a constant reminder of where they were and the mystery that still awaited them.
Bianca looked out at the horizon, her eyes distant. "It's strange, isn't it? How calm everything looks from here, like we're just ordinary people on a road trip."
"Except we're not," Drew muttered, taking a bite of her sandwich. "And every road leads to something more bizarre than the last."
Percy chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I don't think any of us signed up for this kind of sightseeing."
Zoë's expression softened just a touch as she glanced at them. "Bizarre or not, we continue. We rest, we eat, and then we face whatever awaits."
The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the dam as the last of their makeshift meal was finished. With a sigh, Percy stood up and stretched. "Alright, back to the mystery at hand. Let's find that nymph."
"Let's focus," Zoë said, her tone firm as she led the way to the water. "We must find this nymph and uncover what she knows."
They stepped cautiously, the ground beneath them shifting with each step, as if the dam itself was alive. The water surged beneath the surface, a deep, dark blue that seemed to swallow the last rays of light.
Bianca stepped closer to Zoë, glancing around nervously. "What if the nymph is just a distraction? What if this is all a trap set by Sekhmet?"
"I trust her." Percy said simply.
Drew shivered again, her eyes darting to the shadows. "What if we find more than we bargained for? This place feels wrong."
As if on cue, the water surged violently, splashing against the dam's concrete base, sending a spray of mist into the air. From the depths, the nymph emerged, her presence enchanting and unsettling.
She glimmered like moonlight on water, her hair cascading in waves as she stepped onto the solid ground.
"Ah, brave souls," she sang, her voice melodic. "You seek the truth, but are you prepared for what lies beneath?"
"Prepared?" Zoë asked, crossing her arms defiantly. "We'll see. What do you know?"
The nymph's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Many things, daughter of-"
"Quiet, nymph!"
"Hmph. The dam holds secrets that have been long forgotten, but it requires those who seek them to prove their worth."
Percy stood forward. "What do you want?"
With a wave of her hand, the nymph gestured toward the water. "You must face trials unknown, Perseus-Ra. It is only because of your father I am not drowning you right now."
Why did everyone keep calling him that? "What does my dad have to do with this?"
The nymph smiled. "His sweat created the rivers of the earth, and therefore, me. You are the son of the Lord of Rivers. And you must face Othrys. I can take you there.""
"What if we fail?" Drew asked, her voice shaky.
"Then you shall drown in your own doubts," the nymph replied cryptically. "But if you succeed, the rewards shall be great."
"Drown in doubts? Sounds pleasant," Percy muttered, glancing at his friends.
Zoë nodded. "We do it together."
Bianca nodded, taking a deep breath. "Let's do it. We have to trust each other."
The nymph clapped her hands, a bright smile on her face. "Then let the fight begin!"
The water roared louder, and the ground beneath them shook as the nymph's laughter echoed around the dam. With a sudden rush, the water surged up, forming a swirling vortex that drew them in, pulling them toward the depths below.
They weren't at the dam anymore.
Percy stared up at a mountain.
The nymph was still there. "You must fight, Perseus. Bring glory to the house of Sobek!"
"Othrys," breathed Zoë. But she didn't marvel at the mountain for long. "Nymph, Artemis was hunting a monster. We must know what it was."
The nymph simply inclined her head towards Percy. "Ask him." And then she was gone.
Percy's breath caught as the realization hit him. It wasn't a monster lurking outside, something he could hunt down or bind with the Ribbons - he was the monster. Or rather, he would be.
His friends noticed his expression shift, and Drew stepped forward, a note of worry in her voice. "Percy, what is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."
He opened his mouth to answer but faltered. "I think… I think I know what's going to happen."
Zoë's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
Percy felt the presence of something powerful near him, something… hot. Like, really hot. His skin felt like it was burning.
Fire exploded from him, the flames licking his skin, but it didn't hurt. It felt…
Natural.
"Hello, Perseus-Ra. It appears my successor has finally realised the truth."
Cliffhanger! Next chapter is going to be an important one! Any theories?
Review responses:
Anaklusmos404: Thank you so much! Yeah, I figured I'd switch things up a bit with Thalia dying instead of Bianca. Speaking of Ribbons of Hathor, Percy will definitely use those in the fight against Atlas. That's next chapter though. It'll be a strength thing for the whole holding the sky bit, don't worry. Thanks again!
Umbra Lycan: I'm glad you liked it! I can't wait to write the giant fight scenes, next chapter is going to be crazy. Doon't worry, I have plans for Bianca, can't spoil them yet though.
JettShay: Lol, I wanted to make it a shock. Glad it worked!
Robotdocter: I'm going to have to give that a read! Thanks for the rec. Lol, I guess I should have made the whole lion thing clearer. Thank you so much!
Fugy: I know, Egyptian magic and mythos has so much untapped potential. I can't wait to write the Kane Chronicles into this fic.
Lohm-21: Yes I will!
That's it! I have to update Eternity and The Boy Who Died, so I might not get out a chapter for this for a while, though I'll try.
Adios!