The 100th Son (Era of 303 Novel Season 2 Draft)

Era Of 303: The 100th Son
- 5:30 PM Brooklyn, December 23rd 2013
THE SLIGHT SHIMMER of light, laboured on a short way but

unbearable path, to slice the cloudscape. It just managed to illuminate off the
harsh pale snow, suffocating the vintage rooftops. Wind moaned amongst the
concrete jungle, harshly, delivering an omen of mounting dissension, in which
is to come in the unborn of this idolised place...
The Brooklyn skyline extended across the coast, facing the island of
Manhattan in all its glory. Each seemed to radiate different powers of the past.
It was a normal regular winter day: grey depressing sky, cool temperatures,
countless traffic jams and snow filled streets. It's just a completely same old
typical day, while it lasts, but something is not right. A great darkness is
stirring; an unknown illness filled the atmosphere of the Brooklyn house.
They were not having a splendid day like everyone else.
This house is in fact a mansion. It is five stories high and is magically
hidden on top of an abandoned warehouse called the Warehouse and Storage.
Company of Brooklyn. It is built from enormous limestone blocks and steel-
framed windows with Egyptian hieroglyphs [1] around them.
The entrance is a block of wood with no handles or knobs and can only
be opened by magic, Egyptian magic. A terrace wraps around the house and
contains a swimming pool in which a massive white crocodile called Philip
with a smaller salt water croc named Pet swam playfully inside.
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It cannot be seen by regular mortals and magical barriers keep pests, gods
and monsters out.
The Great Room's cedar ceiling climbs four stories high and is held up by
stone pillars with hieroglyphs engraved upon them. Three of these stories
contain balconies looking out onto the Great Room. The walls are decorated
with strange assortment of musical instruments and Ancient Egyptian
weapons.
In the centre of the Great Room is a black marble statue of Thoth [2].
Magicians, known in Egyptian as "shesh" [3], are those trained in the
methods of Egyptian magic and can cast a variety of spells. Anyone can
become one with access the basic knowledge and practice, but those with a
family history in the art (such as the descendants of pharaohs) have greater
innate power and skill.
The Egyptian magicians of the house of life [4] are a vast majority of
members, as well as a large scale of ages. Today, it was not a holiday. The
chief lector [5] (Amos Kane) has received numerous of reports and remarks
from the outside world. Earthquakes, strange giant encounters. But most
unusually, many attacks from the earth itself. Many magicians have come to
this very location from all over the world to help out with issues.
Basically, the house was packed! Kids, teenagers and adults scrabbled up
and down the stairs.
The two siblings of Egypt; Light brown skinned and black curly haired
Carter Kane with his white, curly blonde-haired Sadie Kane. They are together
in Sadie's room in which is on the third floor. But today, they sit at the table
studio, recording their latest adventure to date. The book is top secret and its
cover has been magically transformed into a book called The History of Pavement
in order to draw attention away from it. They have always had the habit of
recording their trips and quests on this device, since they've started teaching
young magicians.
"DONE!"
"Argh, don't get too excited, chicken man". Sadie crossed her arms. Carter
was used to hearing that kind of insult so he didn't take action.
"Besides, you're always flunk up finishing off these tapes. End it with a
bang! Since we were both on this quest, I'll do the ending for you, like we
used to do in the first three, remember that? Wonder why it got attention?
Because my ending was perfect."
She snatched the mic from Carter's grasp.
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"Jeez, okay. Just do what you have to do. It's your problem if you mess
this attempt up." Carter sat back in his chair and yawns. "Besides, my job here
is done. I must be ready to see what the others are up too now."
"Brother dear, we will deal with them soon enough. We're so close to
finishing." Sadie cleared her throat and proceeded.
After a few minutes, right after Sadie had concluded, there was a knock
on the door.
"Yep, I got it" Carter said, as he went over to turn the knob.
The visitor is his girlfriend, Zia Rashid. A female Arab magician and a
powerful scribe of the House of Life. She is the favoured one of Ra [6].
As always, she is very beautiful with 'vaguely Arabic' features. Even
though she looked stressed and uneasy, she still looks beautiful in some way.
Her tanned skin emitted a warm glow, in which her straight jet-black hair; cut
at her jawline, more visually appealing. It is as of fresh cotton silk and gleamed
in the spot where the light reflected.
"Egyptian-style". Carter always digs saying that in his head.
Her skin is caramel-coloured and her eyes are startling amber and lined
with kohl. When she is furious, Zia's eyes look like they "might ignite." She
wears loose linen clothing and Egyptian perfume. She wore simple white
clothing, along with a golden starburst stitched pattern around her collar area,
which made her look like an Egyptian martial-artist.
"Carter! We need you, ASAP! Stop, locking yourself inside your room!
This is serious!"
"Yeah I know!" Carter said eagerly. "We all know Ramesses [7] has
returned. Isn't that a good thing? He hasn't really been interfering with any
regulations. I mean, Felix seemed extremely excited about it when he returned
from Antarctica yesterday..." His ending tone sounded lame and weak. Since
he was now the pharaoh of the Egyptians, he is beginning to worry that
Ramesses might despise his quirky modern ruling style. He started to notice
his confidence is depleting just because of Ramesses presence.
Zia sighed in frustration. She put her hand on her head and shakes it. She
spoke ominously.
"We are involved in something very major, that Ramesses hasn't spoken
of yet." She looked up at Carter. "He is mute, Carter. He has been behind
closed doors with his family and everyone who tries to pay grace to him will
be met by angry guards. Ever since Ramesses abruptly arrived the last few
days, shaken and drained. He has been keeping a secret, and..." She faulted.
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"And, I don't think this grudge will last very long ... All I can see is in his eyes,
his face. It, is, a sense of panic. Fear. Like he's waiting for someone to
confront him. He is always concerned about something. It... Is too painful to
look at."
Sadie jumped in, like always. “Zia, what are we waiting for? What must we
do?" Her blonde hair with the red highlights, swept across her face. "Make it
quick because I don't prefer to get into another big problem."
Zia groans, then she lashed out. "Will you!" She exaggerated. "Gods, just
follow me..."
"What's her problem?" Sadie whispers to Carter as they proceeded to
follow Zia out of the room.
"I dunno. She must have been quite busy lately. I knew there was
something wrong with Ramesses and Nefertari [8] returning from their tombs.
Some sort of evil magic is causing these issues to pop up. I mean, this is not
something we see every day. And the fact they are in private holdings on
themselves, makes everyone here only wonder..."
Sadie gasped.
"What?" Carter asked surprised.
"Setne! [9]" Sadie yelled. "He's behind this! Remember? It's gotta be."
"What? How? He's in the hatch-".
Sadie put her finger to her lips, shushing him up and then whispered into
Carter's ear.
"Remember the Demigods. Percy, Annabeth. Hybrid magic. Crown of
Ptolemy. This could be related to that event. "
Carter felt like strangling his sister. "No!" He spat. "No! It's", he hesitated.
"It's a SECRET remember? It's classified. Especially the Crown."
Sadie bit her lip. He knew she was trying to get a point across, but, it is
just that Carter had taken his mind off the "team-up" he had with Greek
demigods for like a year now! Dang, was it that long?
He got headaches when he thought of what happened that day on
Grovernos Island.
Sadie continued to speak." Well, don't you think this stuff is an aftershock
of what happened? Setne was the only rogue villain left after the downfall of
Apophis [10]. It would make perfect sense that he would seek reinforcements."
Sadie stopped walking. "He is also the son of Ramesses. Expect a baby
like him, would resurrect his dad to prove him wrong, that he is the so-called
god of the universe! That means Ramesses isn't meant to be walking again on
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earth. What if, Ramesses is a spy? Huh? Ever thought of that? What if he is
trying to steal back the Crown of Ptolemy [11] and complete what Setne
started-".
"Stop!" Carter interrupted even though he secretly agrees with her theory
at some measure.
"Sadie." Carter was angry now. "Can you please, be quiet!" He was yelling
louder than he thought. Zia glanced back at them. "We're talking about a spell
being able to raise the dead." Carter continued in a softer voice.
"Carter?" Zia exclaimed her luminescent eyes flicking. She started to
power walk towards him. "What's the matter?".
Carter face started to burn. He wasn't allowed to speak of the hybrid event
to anyone. He knew he had to make up his mind, quickly. Zia was his
girlfriend; she needed to at least get a brief explanation of this.
"Ugh..." He stumbled. His eyes rapidly looking around. "I,i,i...um... Just,
talking about.... Setne." Even though he knew it was false. "We might have an
answer to the issue."
Zia looked troubled as Carter spoke of that name. "Setne" that atrocity of
a magician. Carter never should've freed him. He would always bring stress
and struggle to the hearts of all magicians. That evil coward stole the Book of
Thoth [12]. He had once help them locate The Serpent's Shadow a few months
back and betrayed them surprisingly. He had also once attempted to destroy
the world by becoming a deity, but, of course, he was stopped with the help
of the Greek demigods. If it wasn't for them, the whole world would have
been toast.
Setne also back in the winter of 2012, somehow managed to break free
unware, while the Kanes and their friends were putting together a Magician’s
Manual for new initiates. The ghost was gone for a short period of time from
his snow globe trap, but he had a little too much horrid agendas to complete.
Lucky, Sadie’s boyfriend, Walt mercilessly and vigilantly tracked him down
and with the help of Zia’s blinding spells and Shelby terrifying powers, Setne
was shoved into a small secret mastaba [13] under the ground. This
undiscovered place, hidden in plain sight, is almost impossible to break open
now for both the outside and inside. Unfortunately, the cries and muffled
shouts of Setne still could be heard be everyone for a while.
For the last 6 months, it had stopped abruptly… Did Setne finally get
called for another judgement from the gods? Or did he finally just, die?
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Zia slowly swallowed. She placed her soft hand on Carter's shoulder and
took a deep breath.
"Hey." Her eyes were as flaming as ever. "I know all this, business is too
overwhelming. But." She slipped her hand away. Carter made a short
humming sound in his mouth. He was stressed, just like her. Her stern tanned
face made her look a lot like Isis [14], in the rich orange light from the
chandeliers.
"Look, we should just, stay calm. Ramesses, returning could actually be a
good thing - if you think about it." She started to fidget with her clothes in a
nervous way. "We're all scared... Don't you dare think you're the only one."
"True, but, he was a bit, you know, stubborn back then. Ramesses the
great." Carter added. Now becoming a whisper as they spoke.
"Hm... But the point is." Zia continued, in a quiet voice as if Sadie isn't
allowed to eavesdrop. "We need to try to get him to speak for himself.
Ramesses looks pretty shaken up, I can't help but to feel sorry for him.
Together, the three of us will go to the First [15] Nome [16] in Egypt to
confront him friendly. We will not overwhelm him, otherwise...."
Zia has changed so much since the day they went to the mall on their first
date. The day Zia became a regular teenager. But, the tone in her voice wasn't
like anything Carter had heard before. It was, somewhat, jittery and fill with
consternated awe. Just having the concept of an ancient sentient human that
was from a far distance world living right now, was somewhat, daunting and
a disturbing feeling.
Zia's eyes broke from his gaze and stared at the carpet. Her mouth was
slightly open with her lips nearly touching.
"He, he isn't as confident as I thought he would be." She trembled on the
verge of tears. "Ramesses' character has been completely alternated. We must,
we have to, get the truth outta him. I know it sounds awkward, but it's the
only way."
Carter almost thought she was crying, but Zia's baffled and embarrassed
face said to him she was holding it all in.
Carter couldn't object her. Zia was right. Ramesses is in strife (which is
basically impossible, because he is the greatest pharaoh of the Egyptian
empire) and needs an explanation of what's going on. Something terrible has
happened and if that is the case... Just then, bad thoughts washed into his
mind.
Setne didn't do this, Carter thought. Someone else much deadlier.
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He silenced the voice in his head.

No, that's wrong.
"Um, Zia. What if this is a situation we need to worry about?" He
stammered suddenly.
Zia paused for a brief moment. She started fidgeting with her white cloth
on her clothes again. Without hesitation, she zipped her head up and kissed
Carter on the lips. After about three seconds (which he couldn't really tell
because time seemed to slow down), she let go.
"At least we're in this together." Zia finally said. Carter could smell her
sweet breath as they held hands. Their heads were almost touching.
"I promise, everything will go as planned", she breathed quietly. Her hand
was so warm to feel, it was as if his whole body felt like melting. She could if
she wanted to. Literally burn up Carter of Brooklyn house. That would be
embarrassing...
Carter blushed, he wasn't sure why, it was probably the thoughts in his
head. Many crazy thoughts...
Zia moved away, keeping her eyes locked on to his, and finally continued
to proceed down the staircase.
Sadie was busy observing over the railing at the hustling of the crowd
down below. This place used to be abandoned when they first arrived...
"Carter!" Sadie said cheerfully. "Stay positive. This bad stuff only gets
worse, unless we constantly be negative about it. Besides, it shouldn't be that
bad. Setne is only a ghost, mate. He wouldn't dare to mess with the House of
Life".
Carter stared at the floor. This wasn't a time to joke around. Horus [17]
hasn't kept in touch for months and he is starting to feel paranoid. But, if
there is something behind the return of Ramesses ii, it must be something so
big and powerful that surely would have information about. But, all is a secret.
WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE A BLOODY SECRET!
"Alright, we shouldn't worry too much about anything now. We will soon
be exposed to the truth soon, k?"
Carter placed his arm around Sadie's shoulder. He knew she was just as
confused as him at this point.
"Soon, we will discover the truth... It's only a matter of time..." Carter
mumbled as the pair followed Zia down the stairs.
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The frosty sheets of ice outside the commotion of the

Brooklyn house remained unchanged on the streets, like
a white carpet. The people took no notice of what
dangers are about to unfold. They are completely
blind from viewing through the glamour [18].
It's a veil that deceives the weak minds of mortals and even demons,
allowing gods, magicians, and demons to appear differently. Once a magician
becomes aware of the spell, their glamour becomes see-through.
However, on mortals, it works just fine and it is effective to move around
security. It also makes it so that mortals can have an understandable
explanation of events, such as destruction created by demons or a group of
magicians fighting a god. It's the magician's job to protect the mortals; it's
their duty, their whole purpose.
A large hulking black and honeycomb pod slowly rumbled out of the East
River like it was from an egg. It was branded yellow of a large wheel of a
chariot, but the 2 thick lines extended from the wheel like a Celtic [19] Cross
[20]. In the centre is a circle of glowing light and it swirled as if an invisible
fish was swimming. A great sonorousness sound, vibrated throughout the
whole area.
As it rises, water is streaming down giving the egg like object a gleaming
shine of glory. Many innocent tourist’s boats honked their horns and many
on board yelled in fear. People were baffled by this gigantic, "extra-terrestrial"
pod had just surfaced. This so called "UFO" stopped and floated in time for
police forces to roll up. The echoing ruckus filled the cityscape entirely.
Police speed boats raced through the choppy water to reach the anomaly
in time to surround it completely. The sphere waited... Waiting for the right
moment... All that could be herd were waves slapping and licking the hulls of
the boats as well as the car horns in the distance. The wind abruptly roared
and stopped and swelled the water; grey as whale blubber.
Adrenaline filled the air too soon, not a sound was heard, the uneasy still
silence was not normal, but, all that was heard after a few seconds, is the
slightest movements of uncomfortable soldiers.
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"What's going on sir?" Reported one of the men. "It stopped?". Asked
another in confusion.
Curiosity took the better of them. A few soldiers mumbling, as they
moved closer with their vessels to the pod with their rifles loaded.
A captain remarked a command to everyone. "Say close. This is an
unidentified object. We may have to remain-"
But, suddenly, a great hissing like a radio station interference was heard
from inside the large yellow and black ball. It morphed into words of speech
that spoke in an ugly male voice. It sounded corrupt and it crackled adding to
its vileness.
Mobilise the hunt.
It cut off immediately leaving the air to only whisper. The wind
unjustifiably blew with full force. Soldiers mumbled in confusion and some
even said, "Um, hello? Identify yourself!"
Unfortunately, the transmission was for something else. A robotic
growling sound was heard like giant gears turning. Soon, an ear wrenching
hissing sound made them flinch. White steam spewed out of gaps between
openings on the machinery.
White steam filled the air, hydraulic noises, arms, legs and bits and pieces
start to move around like a transformer.
"MY GAWD!" Yelled the commander over the loud racket. "OPEN
FIRE! OPEN FIRE" The soldiers began to panic and scatter around. Some
inside their ships lifted the sunroof and began to shoot their machine guns.
Bullets got crushed and ricocheted on the moving cluck of metal. Some men
just stood there in complete shock.
Just now, the pod morphed into a tall robot. With a highly voltage filled
spear, cracking with thick tendrils of electricity. His legs whipping up great
waves that convulsed boats all around it, like a washing machine. It has a
bronze gothic crown, rimmed with horns on his head.
Two slender robotic like pinches aroused from his back. His suit is spotted
with yellow jacket tessellate hexagons over his entire body. His hide is tough,
bullets and projectiles bounced off the armour like it was nothing but irritating
him even more.
The tall robotic figure walked with no problem in the river, towards the
soldiers angrily. As he strides, nightmarish metallic sounds filled everyone's
souls with terror. Waves hissed and fogged the views of the men.
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Their screams are drowned by a blast. Flashing lights completely blocked

the view. Rapid fire balls flung out of the pinch's sockets releasing streams of
pure flames of fury. Noises of war constantly overwhelmed the tiny army
soldiers.
One soldier ran in circles, shooting at the sky and he blew up in deadly
red along with the boat.
The duel stingers crazily recoiled back and forth, each time as it released
the vicious embers. The explosions were instantly wiping out the police boats.
They were tossed over the place, on fire, crashing into the river of ice. Men,
panicking and squealing in fear, jumping overboard and retreating in the icy
water, as if that was their only choice.
Yet, another horrible sound came. A sound like an electric light sabre was
heard; it must've been a weapon of 10,000 volts of electricity was twirled
around like a cricket bat, constantly, grinding up of all that remains. Fireworks
flew in the air like explosions. The lightning bolts whipped around the water,
lapping against background boats; bringing them down.
This thing had successfully cleared a small pathway for him to walk
towards the Brooklyn house. It began to twirl its electric staff more savagery.
Its right hand transformed and seemed to slide over encompassing the small
section which the robot held on to the spear. It whirled up and spinning it in
circles, in an inhumanly way so fast that you could hardly tell it's moving.
Whirling charges blared the whole city; the very air around the centrifuge
of pure electricity was flaring up. The water bellow reacted to the unbelievable
wind power. The air sounded like it was being cut by a helicopter propeller.
It spun so fast, the weapon began to glow like the sun. It was like friction was
at its best.
The suit must've given the wearer unnatural human abilities. The
incredibly fast spinning disc started grinding up a police car, from front to
rear in a second. Dust exploded in all that remains. The car has been dissolved
into small particles. Matter flew in the air circling the cyborg and his spinning
black hole.
In moments, the robot staff raised its staff, with the sabre facing the
ground, and plunged it into the water.
Complete devastation.
Water defined the laws of gravity, as a massive power wave of electricity,
erupted out of the river. Shockwaves of golden energy spreads around,
clearing everything like a ripple. Lightning spurted out of the centre of the
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staff upwards, like a sprinkler zigzagging across the block. The blast grew
bigger in milliseconds, disintegrating buildings, cars and people. The pulse is
so strong; it destroyed all surrounding power lines and poles. Basically,
shutting off all the power.
The blast-wave continued racing towards the Brooklyn house, until, the
protective hieroglyphs spells, shielding the house, were dissolved into
nothingness.
This allowed the wave cut right through the mansion in no time, the
power cut off. Light Bulbs and lights all around the residence blew up.
Releasing showers of sparks all over astonished magicians. Cries of pure terror
filled the darkness. Screaming and cursing. A great rumble was heard as the
whole mansion swayed.
"Carter!" Sadie silently hissed. "What the Horus was-" Then!
His ears cannot take it. They were not made for this. They felt like
exploding at any moment, from this unbearable high-pitched sound that
boomed through the darkness so suddenly. He yelled in pain, covering his
ears (which didn't help much). His voice was unheard. His eyes were shut
tight and tears streamed down his cheeks.
Who? Carter thought. I'm stronger than, this.... GET UP!
He struggled. He felt like a little child again, terrified of the horrors of
darkness. He couldn't stand up. The whole house shook, which made his feet
feel like jelly. He stated to constantly hear glass breaking.
Horus, a little help? Carter prayed in his head. He knew it was useless, since
the gods have been utterly silenced. But, normally, his godly host would've
heard his cries and remarks at this time, especially this time, he would have
certainly replied.
He was not surprised to the fact that, there was nothing... Surely,
something was wrong. All of this was wrong. It would explain, why the lights
have shut off.
How long will it take?! He thought again. This is, crazy! What are the chances of
a disaster to occur at this moment?
Carter curled into a ball. He is all out of ideas. He was just now, walking
with Sadie only seconds ago, now, the whole house sounded like it was being
abducted by aliens. This is what it should feel like when he was pulled in the
Daut [21]. But, he somehow knew, it wasn't the case... This was legit.
At last, the rigging stopped. Carter open his eyes, holding his breath.
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My gods! He thought in relief. His warm hands left his ears slowly and
slightly, in case, another sound blared. His eyes were the size of dinner plates,
filled with fear.
Then, robot's hand transformed to normal and

continued to power walk westward. His legs angered
the waters below, the bubbles seemed to look like white sharks and his feet
thumping the ground. While he lumbered closer and closer to the docks,
robot throws his right spear hand back behind. The spear created the sound
of a large drilling machine as it blasted a yellow distorted beam.
Without the robot looking, the electric beam curved around and plucked
up a random car from the north, and then the beam went slack.
The robot quickened his pace to a run as he leaped onto solid ground of
a grassy park reserve. His staff still behind him and the whipping golden beam
still waving behind. His pinches flicked down wards and erupted into white
jets of flame. The robot levitated gracefully in a striding pose making great
distance to the old warehouse. Suddenly, he spun his body around driving the
spear around and about in order the whip the entrance of the mansion with
the projectile wrecking ball as a car.
A STONE WALL EXPLODED! Carter fell

back onto the ground, holding the rail. His heart
jumped many beats. He shouted in a sudden shock.
Light poured into the darkened house. At last, he could see, but, it wasn't
pleasant.
At first, it seemed like a mixture of limestone and lightning bolts busted
its way through the entrance. Kids cried, adults ran in fear. The mountain of
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debris fell to the ground with a thunderous crash. A car, flipped into the house
amongst the chaos and landed onto Khufu's New Samsung Curved TV.
Whoops... Carter didn't see that coming. Well, that's no NBA for us this
week then, he thought. He was afraid to see the baboon's reaction. If, he
survived... Poor thing...
A gust of harsh cold wind raced its way inside the mansion. It if it spoke
like a huge ghost. In moments, everyone was yelling in fear or in protest. Can
this day get any worse? There was not a chance a monster could disable the
shielding without powerful magic. But for some reason, he knew that it was
more...
As soon as the 47 foot tall, honeycomb cyborg emerged out of the white
smog, he lost all his confidence as pharaoh of the House of Life. Carter made
a whimper inside his throat. He has never seen anything, like this, in his entire
life.
It lumbered its way into the mansion, holding its golden electric spear in
a rifle position. Carter knew it was all over... It made many magicians yell even
louder! Scrabbling into their bags to use some magic items. Carter was
astonished by the uproar, he couldn't move.
The mech's twin arms from around its back twisted, like it was reloading.
It smelt of burning petrol. Smoke puffed its way out of the sockets. Carter
was already too stunned, he didn't want to be in front of these bad boys to
see what they released. Its four yellow robotic eyes scanned the havoc it had
created. It slowly turned its head. And spoke...
"No..." muttered a baritone metallic voice.
Ugh?! He wasn't sure if he heard it right since there, was a ridiculous
amount of background noise. But, since he had the senses of Horus, he was
hundred percent sure he heard it clearly.
"WHERE IS RAMESSES?!!" shouted the King of Show-offs (judging by
his crown) it totally looked, out of place, to Carter. But then, he took it
ALLLL BACK.
The mech's electric spear lit up in a golden light, soon shrouded by giant
crackling lightning bolts. The spear charged up for a few seconds until it
popped making sounds like a drill. Tendrils of electricity, individually shot out
and grabbing the threatening magicians like giant electric hands (literally) and,
from what it looked like, killing them instantly.
Ok, Carter was wrong. He was starting to wake up now. All he could hear,
was the deafening power surges of the jagged, electric yellow hands. Flinging
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the smoking carcasses of his own kind. And the howling, and the cries of
agony. Not to mention, the number of spells being casted. The terrified
magicians had their staffs and wands out to battle this thing.
As if a miracle, the lights took effort to flicker back on again. At least, he
was able to see what was happening more clearly.
To Carter's horror (and also his worst of fears). The hieroglyphic spells
(which was once casted by the magicians) were exploding into multiple shades
of colours on contact on the robot's armour. It soon revealed that it was
ineffective! He once thought the spells would actually own this guy, and his
crappy decepticon costume.
His jaw dropped...
But, he was once again, wrong. This dude, might actually be a threat after
all... Carter started to stop judging this thing... It had power. It was
impossible...
Sweat broke to his forehead. His mind was racing and was rather
overwhelming Carter.
The man's robot suit was spell proof!
"ACTIVATE THE PORTALS, ALL OF THEM! Wailed Zia in a loud
and thrilling tone.
She jumped down the spiral staircase savagery, taking three steps at a time.
Stunned Carter and Sadie leaped down after her. Struggling to keep up and
shielding their heads from the showering debris, Zia yelled at the top of her
lungs.
"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" She waved her arms as she bolted.
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CARTER HAS A bad habit of underestimating new villains. No matter

how hard they ran, or how hard they tried, Carter still felt extremely
vulnerable. He could hear Sadie's curses as they sprinted to, well, wherever
Zia wanted to go now. He had no freakin idea. A giant goof in an inscrutable
robot suit is blasting Magicians with lightning. He couldn't think of anything,
but the urge to sprint, desperately trying to stay alive.
Carter thought he might get shell-shock. Blasts, explosions and elemental
conjunctions were popping from one place to another. It was MADNESS!
People were retreating, fighting and shouting, like it was the Battle Of
Brooklyn House [22], all over again.
His godly partner Horus has been eerily quiet lately and Carter was
wondering if he will respond. Well, yes, the gods of Ma'at [23] were supposed
to retreat if Chaos is stopped. But by the looks of it, Chaos was back, once
again. And that means: Gods are back!
Shut your gob, Carter! I am here now! His heart was jackhammering his rib
cage. It was Horus, speaking into his mind. I was just busy dealing with difficulties.
WELL ABOUT TIME! Carter yelled back. He was both annoyed and
shocked at the same time. You mind giving me a hand here!? Chaos is runnin a
rampant!
No reply... Well, that's beautiful then...
At that moment, the robot's huge cannons on his shoulders charged up
to a high pitched futuristic sound. A tornado of fire balls (well, it looked like
that anyway), arched across the mansion, utterly obliterating the house... The
stream of flaming fireballs wasn't like anything he has seen in his career.
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Rapidly, the scorching arch swallowed many magicians. Sounds of

machine guns vibrated as the flames are released. It carnage the floor to ash.
Debris was all that filled the air. The entire Brooklyn house was ablaze, falling
to the ground, before his very eyes.
An ear-splitting crack filled the room as the towering statue of the god of
wisdom Thoth, tumbled to shards. The House of Life is officially doomed.
Pain and hopelessness surged inside his stomach, to the point Carter was
nauseous. The adrenaline he was receiving was intensifying. Sounds blaring,
his ears bleeding. So many thoughts, Carter thought he will collapse.
Many people near him, coughed out loud in terror. As Carter lumbered,
heartsick. He was too overwhelmed to care at this point. Nothing matters but
surviving.
He struggled to not cry like a child. His bravery, gone. His heroism, gone.
His home, gone.
Was this dream? A vision? What on earth is his Ba [24] trying to show him
here?
Of course, Carter's hopes failed him. This is real.
The golden robot peacefully strolled his way through the battlefield of
fire, electric staff crackling like hail stones against a tin roof. The twin cannons
on his shoulders smouldering and hissing from its rampage.
The four golden lenses - which was where its eyes should have been -
glared vigorously. It's almost like, the thing was, hunting for something... And
if that was the truth. What did it want from Ramesses?
Carter, with horrified disbelief, searched for survivors. His vision shock
from the blast.
He had no time when Zia yelled, "Amos! COME ON!" over the weeps of
children, the cries of his friends. Carter's respiration system was on fire. To
breathe, it took effort. Even more to run to the end of the flaming mansion.
His uncle was here! But it wasn't enough to cheer him up. Carter gagged out
loud.
Eventually, he found him, desperately he thought about good things. He
can imagine that.
"OH GODS!!! UNCLE AMOS!" Screamed Sadie as she buried her face
into his broad arms. "WHAT'S. WAT'S HAPPENING?!"
She had that shaking voice again. Carter hadn't heard her wailing like this
since they started out as magicians, forced to fight Set [25]. Maybe, this was
too much for the poor thing to handle...
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"I'm afraid I don't know..." Amos managed over the commotion. His wide
eyes looking at Carter behind his glasses.
"EVERYONE! GUYS! WE MUST EVACUATE THE HOUSE, YOU
HEAR ME?!" And Carter was listening. "He's after Ramesses and the others!
Stick together, and I will call reinforcements!"
As soon as Amos finished his sentence, the giant robot yelled amongst
the chaos. It had its pointer on its right temple. Like given a status report.
"ALL UNITS - ENGAGE!"
Soon after, Crater became aware of a strange audible sound coming from
above. He detected a strange distant blend of low and high-pitched
mechanical sounds. The bizarre tones got louder and sounded so mixed, it
was impossible to describe in English.
Suddenly Carter and everyone still alive was startled by a powerful,
thunderous swell of vibration as a tremendous lime hued ray, shot from the
heavens. It shot through the ceiling and to the ground in a second, approximal
100 feet away.
It was very eerie, as the numbing beam sucked up all the debris at a radius
of about 5 feet. It vacuumed all the wreckage upwards to the scorched hole
in the roof, as if a UFO was abducting all the rocks and bodies. It hummed
and created sounds you’d only hear on blockbuster film. It acted as if it was
clearing up all rubble to dig underneath. Once everything in its path had been
blown away, Carter was able to peer at what was being unveiled. What he saw
caused him indigestion. It is the trap door of Setne’s tomb and prison!
The ray continued to zap the warehouse as suddenly, the roof exploded
in a shower of flaming wooden ash. It caved in completely on top of them.
As what looked like Armageddon, plummeting towards him, Sadie shot
up onto her feet, emitted a spell with 100% willpower and effort, right palm
raised high in the air. Head looking to the raining roof.
"N-DAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! [26]" A massive hieroglyphic of bright
purple light expanded quickly above her, Carter, Zia and Amos.
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The hieroglyphic shone in a grand light purple luminous dome, exploding

upwards. It continued to close in around the group, all rubbernecking at the
sunlight force-field that suddenly appeared by a miracle.
Carter's mouth was slightly open when the entire dome shook. The whole
roof had fallen upon Sadie's shield, vibrating and absorbing the impact which
echoed the interior of the dome.
Carter was stunned out of his mind. This was the largest force field he has
ever seem conjured by a magician! He worried of how much effort it took
Sadie to speak this.
She was still standing in the same position, arm up, legs spread out and
bent. But her arm looked flushed and stiff, shaking violently, as well as her
entire body. He knew this wasn't time to get too comfortable, Sadie was about
to give way.
As the last of the debris of stones, wood and glass continued to smash
and roll off the exterior of the shield, Sadie flops her hand down. The massive
dome responds. Vanishing in mid-air.
Carter yelled as Sadie fell forward. "Sadie!"
In vain, he carefully jogged towards her, (Sadie, now on all fours). Carter
tried to not roll an ankle since the floor that was once a carpet but is now a
rocky pile of wreckage.
The beam of light had dissipated – at last, a break! But as he reached
Sadie's side, the earth shook. What caused it, made Carter feel guilty for being
so stupid.
Dropping to the ground, was two massive figures. Each of unique colours.
Each made the earth shake as they landed. He knew he was screwed. The one
closest to him was enough to give anyone nightmares.
It is a beast. An evil red aura glowed all around the robot's dark green
(almost black) edges. His body was bulky and so broad, Carter through how
on earth was someone or, something, could possibly have the stamina to
move around.
A dark red mask circled around the robot's outer shell covered parts of its
body. Its black face was surrounded by a dark red helmet that only left its hot
red luminous eyes exposed.
Carter couldn't spend too much time awing or, trembling, at its finely
made weapon.
It was a science fiction looking pitch-fork, each point curved like devil
horns. The lethal item was covered with complicated mechanisms and
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wrapped in cords which enabled it to erupt completely in strange flaming

patterns.
In his horror, Carter through he saw a vague flaming spirit of a falcon
(Horus' symbolic animal), the scarab of Khepri, a kite (Isis' symbol), and the
animal of Set. That thought, was put aside as though it never occurred to him.
"AGHHHH!!! NOOOOO MERCCCCY!" Yelped the black bear-like
robot, in a dark gargling voice.
Amos broke Carter's disbelief by grabbing his shoulder. "RUN!"
Carter, with half delirious Sadie, Zia and Amos sprinted desperately for
their lives.
"Hadar! [27] FIND THE PRINCE!" Boomed a sonorous voice. So loud
and deafening, Carter's rips rattled.
"THE YOUNGLINGS ARE MINE!" That same growling voice. Carter
looked and he found its owner... He never wished he did. It was the hulk of
metal with the majestic pitch fork. His strides were punching the rocks into
smaller shards. His robotic suit created demonic groans and bleaches as he
approached, filling Carter's ears with the colossal cracking of moving titanic
metal.
"BEGONE! FOR WE ARE THE INHERENTS OF THE HOUSE!"
Resisted Amos behind him. His circular glasses flared from the reflection of
the hellish pitch-fork, made Amos look menacing, like Set in his primal form.
"YOU'RE NOT WELCOMED!"
"SHAMEFUL FOR A GODLING CHIEF LECTOR!" Laughed the
robot. His laughing tone was HORRENDOUS.
"Amos Kane, if only Set was here to protect you. Why don't you instead,
protect yourself?" He boomed back calmly and so deep, Carter though he had
a massive bullfrog in his gullet.
Before Amos could make a move, the bot made a ruthless attack in 4 brisk
sharp movements. He tensely centred his pitch-fork symmetrical to his body.
His left hand viciously did the same. His face sinister, baleful from the fleshing
out of red glow of the crescent the pitch fork produced. He swivelled violently
and flung his fork back with both hands. Like a mad god preparing a smiting,
with an overreacted extremity towards them, the beast veered the fork with
unbelievable speed. Carter and the group faced an igniting ring . He flinched
so much, he covered his face, almost falling over.
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The sound of a celestial metal rang the air. When Carter came to his
senses, he vaguely saw Zia, head down, left hand above her head receiving
the superior impact of the attack, holding an unusual shield.
With all the bright flaming energy pushing her back, the shield was a
golden representation of a massive scarab shell. Khepri's [29] Shield [28].
It only lasted 5 seconds when Carter found himself off the ground. A
quick repelling blast flung, Zia and the robot back as if they were two of the
same poles.
The attacker had no time to yell as he was knocked back so far he smashed
through the limestone walls, balconies and outside onto the terrace. The
swimming pool exploded immediately, as an entire wave of water flooded the
debris covered floor inside the house.
At this point, the roof of the 21st Nome [30] was probably all in pieces on
the ground now, judging how Carter can clearly see the grey hopeless sky
above him.
Smoke brewing into the air made the lighting darker than usual, suiting
his mood pristinely. A purple centaur robot now seemed to just be moping
around on the circling Watchtower building, possibly waiting for an order. A
white robot about 20 feet tall was sitting down in the corner on his left. He
had a tall strange looking device next to him, but Carter was too traumatised
to care.
Everyone, except Carter and a few friends are the only remaining
magicians left alive.
He prayed that the flaming cyborg had fallen into the East River. He could
use a cool off for a change...
But out of the lifeless wreckage, was the robot he liked the least. The
yellow jacket king prideful as he is, prowled towards him, staff lapping with
electric arms. Feet rattling the warehouse beneath him.
Carter's chest ached with an unknown feeling. He wasn't sure how every
time he sees this "thing", it makes him feel, extremely uncomfortable and
painfully annoyed, like I-am-gonna-rip-your-head-off annoyed but actually
meaning it.
Just the thing's presence radiates a disturbingly amount of negativity.
Maybe, it was because the thing's priority is targeted at him now, after
watching in terror at what it can do. Or the Horus senses are kicking in again,
he loooovves giving people a beating when angered to the core. At the
moment, its towering shape was crushing Carter's confidence to zero.
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He stumbled backwards, never daring to remove eye contact with the

thing. As it drew closer and closer, Carter's stomach ached more and more
with fear. At last, what seemed like ages, the robot stopped and scanned them,
taking its time. Tension filled the atmosphere.
"My master said you and your sibling are very unpredictable. I am also."
The robot spoke in that disturbing broken voice but it was in a concerned
tone.
Carter's anxiety didn't help him think of an appropriate answer.
"What did you do with Zia?" Carter spits out the first words in on his
mind.
The robot didn't move a muscle.
"Dead. Like you and your sibling too, if you don't confess your secret.
You have the bow. Give it to me, thief." The thing's staff charged up again.
Carter's flinched because the sound was so loud and sudden. It reminded him
of a Lightsaber from Star Wars, that Sadie had been watching with Walt
lately...
What the devils was he talking about? Thief? Carter never remembers
stealing anything his entire life! Well, okay only expect for that one time in
Southern Sudan for stealing two bone amulets. But this robot wants a Bow
and arrow. Not two dinosaur bones.
How on earth was he the thief of something that he doesn't even know
exists? What has been going on these last few months? What has Ramesses
gotten himself into!!
The robot pointed his flashy staff at Carter and Sadie, ready to fire.
Perhaps this was the end... The end for Egypt and the whole world...
"CARTER!"
Behind the robot, a roar broke the tension. A man leaps from the rubble.
He was somehow floating inside a glowing red aura. Red, means chaos in
Egypt... But wait, doesn't that mean...
The man exploded and grew inside a red figure. It made a loud gargling
sound as the energy orbits Amos. At first, it looked like that other robot in
red. But seconds later, the figure morphed into a shelled scarlet combat avatar
of the greyhound (with bunny ears) headed god Set. It produced a sound that
was a mix of a howl and a growl.
The Red Lord's head, had an overall feral vibe. Its eyes were two small
beady red discs. Its mouth was extended, gums of red muscle fibre. It had
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rows of needle-like teeth that made Set look more like a Goblin Shark than a
mutant wild bunny dog.
Patterns and carvings, in-printed from ear to toenail, on the blood-like
exoskeleton. Two flaps of ruby fake hair, similar to dreadlocks, rested upon
his comic book like shoulders.
Smooth, shiny and reflective, the avatar's chest and body are overly ripped
like a bodybuilder on drugs.
An Egyptian red skirt, (which was also made out of the shiny red metal)
went to his shins. A forked tail, thrashed around like a cobra from Set's
behind.
Carter's instincts told him to retreat and wait. Which he immediately doses
so.
Carter, I'm here, don't worry. Set has got the upper-hand at the moment. We wait only
until absolutely necessary. Chaos magic is great at the moment. Horus insisted with a
pinch of edge.
Set lumbered towards the robot, who looked frozen on the spot. He
seized the robot's mid-section with two strong clawed hands.
Carter clearly heard the robot grunt in assuming surprise. He began to
wiggle and struggle out of the iron grip of Set's hands.
As it did, in a blink of an eye, the bot pulled out its two arms, cartwheeling
them backwards. Set, blown to the head roars attempting to bite the second
arm conducting a blow, but missed by the skin of his teeth.
As this happened, the robot turned, broke out of reach of Set's grip, facing
him, ready now.
Immediately, the robot begins to savagely pummel Set's upper-body, with
duel punches. The greyhound headed avatar is bewildered to the point of
hopelessness.
Then the robot swings left hand, fore-handing his staff at Set. A saturated
yellow pulse of a blast radiates on impact. Amos in the Set avatar, croaked as
he crumpled onto his back from the force.
Urges of advancement combats Carter's brain. What on Geb [31] was he
doing here? It's quite obvious that Amos isn't going to make it out smoothly.
Carter must FIGHT!
DON’T RESIT! Horus yelled.
He gritted his teeth and broke into a walking pace. In a second, someone's
arm barricaded his approach. Sadie is resisting him back.
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"Carter, hold your horses!" she breathed, staring at the duelling instead of
her brother. Her eyes looked peculiarly sharp and enchanted with a tint of
green as if she was possessed by something.
Maybe... She's right... Carter said stupidly in his mind. But, as he continues
to watch the fight, that urge of advancement grew ever so stronger...
Lividly, Set raised his varmint head from the ground, arms bracing behind
him. While on the floor, he quickly summoned a red was [32] sceptre with a
club-head of a salawa [33] on top. Its curved head and two pointed ears almost
looked like a crescent pick-axe with two jagged points on top.
The robot thrusts his spear at Set's masculine chest. With blared teeth, he
rolls into his right side towards the robot and pushes his sceptre upwards, as
the electric spear came in contact in a desperate blocking manner.
Set now relying on his reflexes, tucks and rolls horizontally to the left, just
in time to dodge the determined jab from the robot, now on its knees to reach
the floor, the robot's spear stabs the ground instead of Set.
With haste and no chance to spare, the robot's pitches vomited out
another stream of flaming balls of molten lava. Well, Carter began to notice
something strange.
As Set covered his head in the last second, the raid flow of fire pushed
him back ferociously. The flames melted to now what looks like liquid rock,
as it flared and scorched the metallic shell of Amos' avatar.
Sizzling like a barbecue, Set moaned like a cow and huffs as his entire 45-
foot-tall body slouches over into a ball. Slightly flickering.
YES! RELEASE THIS INSTANT! Horus yells eagerly in two tones.
Carter remains frozen with burdensome.
Set still bent over, breathing like crazy, the robot ran his right hand from
the base of the spear-head, of the yellow staff, down into a comfortable and
consistent position.
Clenching with both hands on the staff, the robot's head slightly moved
downwards and Carter could somehow tell it was glaring eagerly at Amos,
even though its face was hidden behind a helmet.
Frustrated, Set shot up onto his feet, spun in a 180 circle, sticking out his
elbow. He jabbed at the robot, but the electric staff blocked the strike sending
Set to stubble for a moment.
The robot took opportunities without thinking. It thrusted with both
hands on the staff at Set's now exposed face. The robot smashed his staff
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stiffly at Set. Left, right, left, right. Set's head or his body in fact was knocked
left and right from the four intense whacks of the staff.
This made a nice clearance for the robot.
Recklessly, it reeled back the staff. Spun around with fury, ninja style and
when all the force was all applied, the robot swung with all momentum at Set.
The robot grunted while it smashed the staff across Set's face like back-
handing in tennis. Set stumbled backwards as the force was too much to
absorb. His face hit the ground first, feet in the air and tumbling in shocking
agony.
Carter, why must you IGNORE ME! STOP RESITING MY TRUE
POWER! YOU MAY KILL ME!”
Half-blinded in aggravation and exasperation, Carter stomped towards the
brutal battle, face creased with the clogged-up wrath that must be released.
He didn't care if he rolled an ankle this time on the rocky floor, all he
cared about was to teach this robot a crucial life-lesson. It's officially
prohibited to undermine his uncle or his only family in that case!
The robot looking all relaxed and not-giving-a-damn, placed his spear staff
onto his right shoulder like holding a baseball bat before the match. He
walked across the floor like it was nothing, towards the enervate blood-red
avatar Amos is struggling in.
Carter shaking violently, heard a sob from Zia Rashid as loud footsteps
crunched behind him. He didn't turn. He wasn't going to be so soft anymore.
He's seen too much to tame his resentment and felt as if time sped up.
Recklessly, Carter called upon the power of Horus and his rage to the
maximum of standards. Yes, anger did give him strength in battle; like the
time of the dawn of his training and in the Duat. But this time, the
transformation was different.
The anger must've been powerful because his subconscious kept asking
him that Amos is going to die in his face. NO, HE WILL PREVENT THAT!
Carter momentarily crossed his clenched fists across his chest. Yellow
wisps of energy swirled around him, like a sudden whip of strong wind. He
soon puts his arms to his side into a strong looking pose, legs shoulder width-
apart, back slightly crouched.
The yellow energy continued to wrap around Carter's body, like a
transparent layer of armour.
Carter howled wrathfully. In about a second, his emitted howl steadily
transitioned into an inhuman screech as he transforms. The massive wisp of
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yellow shined about 47 feet into the air, rocks began to roll towards the
transforming Carter like a magnet.
He began to rise off the ground in the midst of the swirling energy as it
vaguely began to form a humanoid outline, possessing a head resembling a
bird, with spines and Egyptian Royal jewellery on his head.
The yellow figure solidified, into a completely metallic golden man, bare-
foot and with nails the size of talons. It wears a golden skirt down to the
knees, with a long tail wing which as around about a size of a large playground
slide, sprouted behind between his legs.
Yellow pulses combusted as two majestic, 60-foot-long aeroplane sized
falcon wings, sprouted open like a butterfly hatching out of a cocoon in a
second.
A sound of gigantic chimes echoed as the armoured golden wings spread
outwards, repelling all the attracted rocks into the air. Zia and Sadie behind
yelped in marvel as they covered their heads as it rained stones.
The Horus avatar mimicked Carter's movements, its arms were spread
out, thrusted its bare chest, ready to fight.
Set's opponent spun around, calmly. His posture didn’t look ready and
stiff. It looked passive and relaxed.
Then, a bellowing sound blared, at first it sounded like a nuke siren. It
turned out, Carter was screaming, but it was nothing like a human scream.
It sounded like a bird-like vocal on steroids. It tore across the air as loud
as a fighter jet and surely, the whole of Brooklyn would've heard something
at least, Glamour or no Glamour.
The echoing bird howl continued for about 4 seconds in total. Horus'
wings took the air and he jumped. Airborne, Horus was high enough to tackle
into the yellow robot with the power of anger.
Arms stretched out like he was goalkeeper saving a penalty, Horus'
screech got hollow and deeper, his beak opened completely. All of this took
about 4 seconds as Horus rammed into the yellow bot with his head.
A clang of metal was heard and they were off. Robot king sounded vexed
with unexpectedness as he was being hugged by a bird man in the air.
As they flew south, Horus and the robot chipped off a truck-sized chunk
out of the Watchtower building. The robot resisted Horus almost
immediately, but he had a hard time doing it. Sadie watching her brother in
worry, the robot grunted madly as he upper cuts Horus with his balled fist on
the staff.
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Horus lost his flight pattern and stopped in mid-air for a second. The
robot hanging on desperately with his other hand, suffered a wrist to the face
by Horus, while regaining flight pattern again.
His wing beat sounded of a hundred chains clanging together. He grabbed
the robot with both hands, as he flew away from whence they came.
Horus was too busy to realise that the robot was charging up a blast from
his pinches. With all the momentum flying forward, Horus flipped forward
as the blast shot him into the air.
Mortals below screamed in horror as Horus spun over and onto a red
bricked warehouse, three blocks away from Queens Midtown Expy N/S. The
building imploded onto him, burying him and making things harder to cope.
Amongst the debris rattling rapidly on Carter's armour, he could make out
a tremor on the ground below, which was soon followed by barking of baffled
people.
The robot king's flamethrower must've thrusted his mass entirely, because
his crash site sounded to the south east. Judging by the prolonging bashing
and deadly extermination, the robot suffered a landing much more gnarly and
hectic, than Horus'.
Legs steaming with pressure, like overworked pistons, Horus got up and
his wings cleared the mountain of bricks into the air. He staggered to regain
stance, and leaped into the dusty atmosphere, grunting; like a mad rooster.
His wings flapping and fists clenched, while he hovered.
With the eye of Horus, he was able to see on the warehouse, both Zia and
Sadie being surrounded by robots and Set regaining his wits. The greyhound
headed god seemed to look at him in a grateful way. Horus nodded.
With that, Set/Amos took a suicidal leap off the building towards the
south-east. His arms swaying as his body soared above a massive building that
divided Brooklyn house from the expy. With primal haste, Set landed like a
wild dog, with a swift VOOM-CRUNCH! Set punched a treacherous caldera
onto Willow St. Cars went airborne from the all weight. All of their alarms
went off.
With a mixture of running on two legs and bounding on all fours, Amos
started to then hurtle over frosted trees and buildings, over towards a creamy
towering building, which looked like it is in the middle of a grand demolition.
From the midst of the wreckage, the robot shot a yellow surging blast
from his staff, to clean the way from the falling building, which now looked
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like the World Trade Centre during 911. It thundered behind the king, like an
epic dramatic entrance in an episode of Power Rangers.
Now, it's officially on!
The frustrating itchiness of anger coursed through Horus. With wings
raised, he propelled towards the insane robot, who looked as if he was asking
for a beating.
Set summons his sceptre as he jumped towards the now recovered robot
king. His spear zapping, as if now it was now hungry for two closing in
enemies to feast on. Literally. The robot stood blankly, prepared for anything.
Horus dived to the robot's left and held his hands out, but in the last
moment of expecting collision, the robot simply raised his spear to startle
him. Horus fell onto an old apartment building to avoid a major blow.
That all in one movement, robot king's spear swung as Set drove in to the
robot's right, sceptre in the air horizontally to only collide with the spear
vertically. Yellow energy erupted everywhere.
The robot continued to lean onto the weakened Set avatar, weapons
locked. The king pushed with all his might, electricity popping and spitting.
Set blared his ugly canine teeth in desperation.
As this happened, Horus didn't get enough time to recover. The robot's
pinches charged up, as if they had a mind of their own. Robot spun towards
the left and back hammered Set's face to escape the death-lock, while the
hellish flamethrower blasted into Horus, allowing him to drag across the
urbanised land.
The flamethrower erupted in a series of hellish orange explosions, all
around Carter, bringing great carnage to the surrounding area.
Buildings, roads, trees were all wiped out in a complete tsunami of
wreckage.
Carter rolling over the mess, crushing houses and all that laid in his path.
He thumped his back into a towering hotel building. The tower shook and
trinkets of dust fell upon Carter, but nothing more. Luckily.
If more force was added, Carter must be truly having a hairy day...
He when slack like an exhausted worker in his office seat. But, he wasn't
going to give up at the moment. He wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot. He
needed this robot to die ASAP, in battle first before he can move on with life!
The explosions dissolved into dark smoke all around him, and at last,
Carter can see the robot again. Shockingly, now hovering above the ground
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like he just prized himself a jetpack. Wait. The pinches just transformed into
a jetpack?!
(-Insert swear word here-)!!!!!!! Ok. WHY NOT!
Nothing can describe Carter's barbaric sensation of complete viciousness,
towards this robot. It was like, killing the psyche of both Carter and the god
Horus.
Just imagine the most annoying person in your life. Now they've decided
to dedicated their entire existence, to keep constantly wrecking to your
favourite belongings, family and all, that means most dearly to you.
Visualise them burning your clothes you have on at the moment and
you're exposed to a crowd.
Now, imagine your pure humiliation gradually raising off the charts, as the
person continues to make fun of you and your life, in a childish way. This is
how Carter and Horus felt at the current moment, but in their case: it was 50
times more annoying!
Dazed, Carter groaned, which ended in a horrific holler and with all his
strength available, he flapped his wings to get back to the incomplete fight.
Robot king's jetpack thrusted himself towards the golden god at will. Head
on, they should've collided and the fight would've ended badly. But luckily,
the non-stop dizziness, plagued Horus from all the rolling around, and he
flanked slightly underneath the robot.
The robot's thrusters swiped Horus in the direction of the robot's intent.
They smashed with great impetus with each other fatally. Horus clawed
robot's legs with all his might available, while they blasted eastwards.
With blood agitating into Horus' head, the robot's jet pack created a force,
allowing them to aileron roll quickly and rapidly in the air.
Horus closed his eyes, jet engines looping in his ear. Dire thinking
corrupted his brain: when is this going to end? He was bracing for that
uncomfortable bumping sensation of deadly impact. But instead, Horus
spreads his wings to hopefully slow down the death-ride. Alas, the two
continued to torpedo spin out of control!
They had no concept of where they were going!
At the moment when vomit reach Horus' thorax, his hand grip slipped
deliberately from the robot's legs, possibly scratching the armour. He let go,
but it did not benefit.
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Horus crashed sideways, generating tidal waves of jet black dirt and icy
grass. Sounds of a billion rice crackers, clapped like a fulmination all at once.
White mist coated Horus as the 45-foot golden mass rolls a marred mess.
Arms and legs wiping, cartwheeling and wings bending and folding like a
peacock. Trees, zigzagged out of the way like bowling pins flying. Finally,
Horus was completely obscured in the explosion of dirt and bark.
Robot had a similar fate. He nosed dived and cracked the earth head first.
He pulverised a concrete pathway with wooden seats. On contact, it blew up
into a million hurling shrunkens of stone, and raining sparks.
Both fighters quickly got their stances back and the two didn't hesitate.
Horus was sore all over, but his mind was crossed-haired towards the king's
bodily alteration. They are extremely advanced.
Robot glanced at his discarded staff not too far away; making sure Horus
wasn't too near to seize it for himself. And then he waited like a goalie at the
goal, as Horus lumbered directly at him.
The butter-like wings of Horus threshed lightly, resulting him going
slightly airborne. Robot gave a frustrated, “ENOUGH!” and raised his hands
to stop Horus, but the falcon god precipitously slammed his right golden knee
and shin in Robot’s face. His neck took a hard-right turn, snorting, rotating
his whole body rightly and ending up slipping and crashing to the ground on
all fours.
The environment would've killed Horus if a miracle didn't happen. He
mindlessly turned to face the King, his legs and hand, braced down, dragging
concrete, water and pile logs out from the dock, to slow down his reflexes.
Then he flew forward. Carter face planted into the shallow water
unintentionally. Heinousness entrenched his psyche. The entire avatar shock
attempting to get up and Carter was stumped with cruel disquiet.
A soaring dark figure scud the air, gaining range in seconds. Its yellow rod
about to encompass Carter. A graceful blur rushed forward. Amos side-
jumped moving forwards to a building and used it as a launching pad. He is
agile as he launched with both legs into the air, towards robot king each
movement was as if he was terrified and fear driven. Set roared, that sounded
half human, half beast.
"NNNOOORRGGGHH!!" It echoed for miles.
A marvellous impact. Carter shrouded his head but just saw Amos
intercept Robot in mid-air. They were sent into the East River detonating
large streaks of white, which flew as firecrackers.
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Carter crawled gradually to his knees, his wings were like paper and as
heavy as bricks. His cunning eyes fixed onto the foaming footprint of the
great splash wondering the wellbeing of both Robot and Amos. He was
sweating uncontrollably and his vision felt more human the godly.
As Carter's numb throat eased a bit, a monstrous explosion of white
transpired from the river. It was as though a whale just began its breach. A
pinkish red object being raised by this white eruption of water; which cried
like a colossal struck sow. A greyish vague form was underneath this
deformity that resembled a talus, gushing with water that roars like a droning
engine.
The greyish mass lowered slightly and then catapulted the red figure into
the air and came down again with a tremendous smacking splash.
The Robot king was streaming with water. He slowly got up into full
stance. His crown horns were bent and some have been detached. Putting his
right open palm behind him and a yellow rod flew from Carter's field of sight.
It flung inside a yellow zigzagging arm and the sound of a large drilling
machine. The rod shot into the robot's hand. It clanged as it went into his
sturdy grip.
“You, underestimate my might.”
As Set glared, robot king momentarily shot a brilliant gold electric arm at
him. It clamped around his abdomen and experienced an attack no thing is
capable of escaping.
The King rapidly swung his glistening staff to the left, which now looked
like a fishing rod of flaming volts. Set flew along with it and bounded into the
water again. The splash flew and turned into mist. Again, in seconds, the King
barbarically swinging back and forth, left and right with both hands-on staff.
Carter suddenly lost sight of then because the unsettlement of the river was
too chaotic.
He noticed huge waves about 20 feet of water gushing and crashing all
around Carter. Boats nearby halted and he was curious to wonder why he
could somehow hear people screaming and shouting; "MA GAWD, GIANT
ALIEN ROBOT! and, "HOLY LORD THAT MOOSE IS GIGANTIC!"
Carter swayed deliriously, with no sense of what was about to hit him.
From the very roof of the ruined warehouse, Zia produced a shocking high-
pitched squeal, and it took Carter too long to realise she just yelled his name.
One of the robots, made a great hurdle off the WatchTower. He is violet,
mostly slick and flashy in appearance. His shoulders extruded backwards, like
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jet fins and wings. His head copied the same concept: a large crest from the
back of the head and a point from the chin. His body was misshapen, peculiar
and somewhat feminine.
His legs were of a horse. Violet, mechanical and packed with thrusters
from the underside of the hooves. They clanked and hissed as he drifted off
the building and glided with great nimbleness in the direction of Carter Kane.
Zia's vocalization penetrated Carter as a warning again. But Proxima
Centauri Unit [34] raised his lethal spear. On the tip: one side blunt and the
other an axe. He raced towards Carter's left side and swung his spear and
struck in a humming circle at his face. Breaking metal echoed, as Carter's
avatar quavered and went transparent and opaque again. He received the hit,
and is neck flopped, bowing and going on his knees.
Proxima surrounded Carter with haste, poking his spear into him, as if
making sure if an awaited retaliation occurred. None came. Carter looked up
helplessly as the Unit reared back on his hind legs and pinned his spear
horizontally under Carter's throat. His front horse legs punched unpleasantly
into Carter's back, minimizing all possibility of any returning attacks.
"Do not move, traitor!" The spear drilled into his thick throat as the Unit
grumbled into his ear, head to head. "Don’t fight yourself. Watch yourself
awfully, and rise in vengeful victory, once again." This time, Proxima's
whisper in his ear was in an articulate tone. It bayoneted his mind and
revibrated as if Proxima spoke again.
Ongoing in the background, Robot King was destroying Amos, swinging
back and forth. Carter had lost count of how many times this has happened,
but every time his uncle smacked the water, his heart cramped. But
circumstances weren't making things easy in a yoga bridge position and a rod
at his throat. So much labour was applied to his body, Carter's ability to hold
the falcon avatar was failing and slipping from his reality.
The torturous scene of his uncle made time halt. When the robot got
bored of whacking around Amos; whose avatar was airy delicate, it looked
more pink than red and transparent. Carter could see (he wishes he didn't) the
close to death bod of Amos floating inside the chest of the avatar like Carter's
rib crackling, panicked heart.
Robot's shining spear was pointing towards Set. He was pushed back
slightly, but held his stiff stance as force of the electric snake-like hand was
quite strong, the rod of lightning began to crusade back into the golden
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weapon. Heavy, velociously, voltaic-like sounds, made Carter's ears sting,

crackle and ring so much, he thought he'll be deaf for ever.
As if a giant fishing hook was attached to the chest, of the floppy pink
silhouette of Set. He flung into the direction of the spear's welcoming
shocking tip. Carter gawked in a daze. Amos, (still holding on the power of
Set) was put to a halt when the razor spear penetrated the avatar like it wasn't
in existence.
The sabre was literally the size of a human. Unfortunately, Amos is still
floating inside his good-for-nothing godly war machine. It by chance, was in
perfect level with the spear. He was drowned in gore that erupted, as his avatar
whines like a deflated balloon. Heat began to melt Amos' entire body, kinking
into what look like slime.
The Set avatar went limp as the dog like head rested on the right shoulder
of his unholy slayer. Robot wraps his right arm around the now misty body
of Set. He might as well stroke and pat the air from how weak the avatar was.
His hand went right through it!
With the senses of Horus, Carter heard an ominous whisper drift from
the robot's unreadable helmet.
"A marvellous challenge...Your bow will be my trophy..."
For this moment on, everything became a blur... Carter can't recall
anything afterwards since until he woke up again in the 358th Nome [35].
From this moment on, the primal instinct was the only thing that mattered....
Everything must change from now, for him and Sadie Kane, or they will
drown from the inexorable.
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IF YOU ASKED Zia, at this current moment, how's your day been? She'll
engulf you into flames. No comment needed, just when she thought
everything has reached a certain limit of disquiet.
She never has been as crippled in her life when Amos died an unwatchable
death. At last, she felt what it was like, to have a family. And, at last, she
understood how much she loved her friends and how it felt when Carter and
Sadie's parents passed.
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When Amos died, it reminded her what she should've felt like when
Apophis killed her parents when she was small. Zia felt an aggressive feeling
of remorse.
Dear Ra, Zia only prayed how Carter and Sadie were coping with this
random ambush that none of them were prepared for...
She was driven mad by the sudden timing of events the last week.
Ramesses did warn her that, "something is approaching. It will striketh ye all
whether you least predict it. Arm thy kin. It's a stole command...."
Since Apophis, nothing could get as bad. She never thought it would
happen, but today took the cake for the devastation of hope.... She tried all
week to prepare for this, but nothing happened until now. Zia never thought
it would be like, THIS!
No words can comprehend the most impossible twist of events that
surely, left her stranded with heartsickness.
Around 20 people have been ambushed with unawareness. It was all Zia's
fault that they were scorched, buried or even trapped half dead, slowly asking
for help and dying underneath the wreckage. It was her fault she didn't
prepare anyone sooner.
She didn't take the warning seriously, because she was confident Carter
and the others will easily end it before it began. She has become fond of his
pharaonic protection and has gotten too comfortable with him.
Mainly because her entire life has been renewed. Zia just wanted to retire
and go on dates with Carter. Not go to war and see her family fight and die
from a beast!
She saw Felix, Julian, Shebly, Jet, Montgomery George, Rita
Rockingham, Edmund Dinh and dozens more trainees in here today. But
now, with the mansion crumbled to nothing but rocks and debris. She was
hopeful that they were all dead.
Zia wasn't more confident about that thought than anything at the
moment. Reinforcements are gone...
The ones closest to her heart, could literally be right under her feet. She
wanted to join them underground so she wouldn't have to witness anything
more dreadful.
The entire battle of the two gods waging with an elusive robot king made
it sound as if a thunderstorm was occurring underground. It was so cruel and
barbaric that Zia flinched to the point of crying silently, when Carter, Amos
and the robot delivered unbearable attacks at each other.
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Every time a battle occurred on top of this warehouse, she kept on saying
in her head, it's not going to hold them any longer. We're all going to hear a
crack and all plummet into the maw of darkness.
Zia's vision was all blurred by tears. She forced herself to squeeze her eyes
shut. Her entire body was shaking with adversity. A bitter taste of vomit
clogging up her throat. She didn't want to be seen anymore, she wanted to
leave this place. A place where there is for once, no war, just peace and quiet...
She thought Brooklyn was like that. She felt safe here at home. But now,
it made her sickness only worsen. She now hated Brooklyn... She never
wanted to see it again. For she is scared.
Zia covers her head with her dirty shaky hands and slowly let the pain pass
in form of a few tears. But, it felt has heavy as a bucket full. Zia held on with
painful effort to not mourn out loud. Her face was steaming hot, pressure
building up in her aching heart. Failure...
Something. Something is going to happen... Zia cried in her head.
With her eyes still closed, she could tell the noise was coming from the
park below. It didn't take Horus to realise that.
Zia, Carter, Sadie, Amos; they've all been fooled, badly! Outsmarted and
toyed with. All this time, the entire Brooklyn was under the iron fist of the
robots and they didn't even realise until the damage was well and truly under
way...
The Golden King was probably laughing at them for wasting time fighting
an impossible battle that will only result in a loss. This would only hasten and
make things so easy for them that they began to lose seriousness and treat this
deception for sport.
The strongest magicians in the world have been tricked so promptly, it
was frightening.
Just when three helicopters pass overhead; rubbernecking Zia to look
above, a hyper, whizzing noise, from the East River charged with so much
overly maddening power, that Zia began to hear hundreds additional noises
in her head. The chopper blades lingered along simultaneously over the
warping sound.
A faint watery silhouette, started to inflate its way up from the river,
coating the park and into Zia's field of vision on the top of the warehouse. It
resembles an ominous shape of a raising sun, mounting from the deaths of
darkness. It looked a bit like a ginormous golden bubble, but sparkling with
static electricity. It was glowing, but was extremely transparent.
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Carter, who was still in cased inside the falcon warrior, remained bent in
a painful yoga deadlock from the centaur robot. The fact he was stiff as a rock
made Zia's insides excruciate with pain. She sobbed out loud and assiduously
stood on two legs, from her musty hiding place to see what was happening.
"SIT! OR LAY FLAT!" Zia flinched with fright. She created quite an
inappropriate groan.
The vocal is strict, overloaded with psychopathic tones, but she only
glance briskly at the white robot. She vaguely saw the traits that popped out.
A pale ghastly figure of grand stature, inscribed on the hip with a gold
upside down pentagram. His face is an empty void and his curled horns
seemed to shape smooth pointless pyramids on both sides of his face.
Zia told herself to not be distracted. She ignored the dictator's command
(stupid risk), spun her cramping neck and went over to the edge to finally see
what's happening at the dock...
She didn't want to see what was happening at the dock.
Looking down, the robot king's staff was glaring up with stirring lights of
42 carat gold. It shone on the water as maple syrup. It was impossible to see
the robot in the brightness, but, Amos? To Zia's crippled disbelief and
expectation, he vanished in the midst of the monstrous sight.
Fear blocked her like a brick wall in her face. It's already too late to do
anything productive, just watching and suffering, but that only made things
escalate.
Zia ears probably bled when the bang boomed. A golden explosion shook
the entire skyline. The warehouse vibrated underneath her wobbly legs. The
sound equivalent to a rocket launched from a launcher, but 40 times louder.
A quasar of energy, skyrocketed from the robot's staff and into Brooklyn
bridge. High-tension wires on the bridge snapped all at once, the road blew
into nothing more than rocks and debris, the twin giant arches crumbled like
a kid's building blocks. The entire famous Brooklyn bridge, fell into pieces
and slapped onto the surface of the East River as it sank into oblivion.
Helicopters, fire trucks, police cars, ambulances and army vehicles made
a giant commotion all around Zia. It was legitimate chaos.
"Have embracement for this event with pride, Young Maarumiym."
Surprisingly, a distorted masculine voice spoke harshly to someone behind
her. More likely to Sadie than to his comrade. But Zia wondered, if it was
Sadie, why did he call her "Young Maarumiym? What's the meaning behind
that?
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Zia forgot how to rotate her neck, her eyes hypnotised on the harrowing
explosion. If she wasn't immune to heat, she would've gotten overly roasted,
faint from dehydration or even cover her face in order to not witness the
unbearable.
Out of all things, she got goose bumps instead... At that instant, the red
demon inside Zia finally scarred her, forever. Carter was thrashing and
squirming under the violet robot's anchored grapple.
This is an event that the Kanes feared most.
She will not forget this day, when her new life was tampered and teased
with, for someone's guilty pleasure. She never felt so, deathly and
uncharacterised in her life.
She finally gave way to the angered worry to blanket over. She betrayed
her boyfriend, in an unexplainable cunning way, that would only gouge a
crater into his soul.
Carter would never apologise to her, even if he loved her. Him finding
out for sure, how Zia caused the end of The House Of Life and blindly plot
the death of his uncle, so disgracefully without noticing, would tear the family
of the Kanes and of Egypt, apart.
And then... Egypt would fall under the power of another modern empire
like it has always been... Because of the deceptive Zia Rashid...
Zia, gave, up.
She emitted a scream that exploded like the golden outbreak. It was just
so, absolutely agonising and intense, that Sadie Kane behind her responded
similarly. She collapsed on her knees and let out all her gut-wrenching pain.
The pale and gold robot had enough and plucked Zia off the ground from
her linen top. Carter howled and screeched like an abomination.
Zia's face was sweating with sunburnt red, eyes squeezed tight and mouth
wider than a portal. As she bawled dramatically. White robot hissed in
aggravation as he drops Zia next to Sadie.
Zia's black jaw-line hair was greasy, broken and sprinkled with dirt. Her
fringe clung to her sweat dripping forehead. She could only feel the slight
patting of Sadie's head against Zia's shoulder. She snorted with a shaky inhale,
and embraced her closely, in a fond cling of yield, amongst a field of
destruction.
Zia's heart continued to pound another million miles an hour. She
watched in utter disbelief as the robot turned his back on the debacle he
masterly crafted. He seemed to act cool about it and had no hints of ruth.
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The robot began to hike over towards Carter, a deep ominous growl
cracked below while his strides created tidal waves.
Zia's pain returned. Ramesses has obviously done something to Carter.
Maybe he was too afraid of these robots that he gave the bow to Carter so
that the coward of a pharaoh gets away without a fight. Ramesses framed her
boyfriend just to escape from the wrath of this robot king!
Promptly, as if Horus new her thoughts, he shot his head backwards
striking the unwary Proxima. He had the advantage to thrust his arms
horizontally, ducking bellow the spear and snagging it. The Unit viciously
groused and tried to grab it back. But Horus with a dazed messy offence
move, prevailed. The Unit roared while he smothered Horus' face and doing
all he can to sophisticate his influential leader.
It did not do any justice. Horus spun the axe spear and cleaved off a horse
leg from the Unit. He crumbled into the water as Horus dropped and
embedded the axe into his misshapen skull. As he pulled with huge effort,
Proxima's head came clean off: with wires flashing and swaying like sea
anemones down from.
“BE STILL!” The robot commanded. In the act of this, the robot's
pinches transformed into one and released hell fire. However, Horus rocketed
with blinding speed in the air, spinning. He drilled so high in the air that robot
king hesitated and held his fire. But he wasn't going to give up there.
With involuntary skills of hunting, the king hoists his spear at the breaking
air as the golden blur swooped. With a persistent thrust, the king managed to
nick Horus as he smashed the axe spear at the king's shoulder. The two went
full on berserk with their spears.
Just about every fight move was used in this fight that Zia's mind was
blown away. There was rushed manoeuvres, grabbing, ripping, punching, arm
bars, head-locks, kicks, and trying to basically break each other. Some of the
most graphic sounds came out of Carter and the robot's mouth, that she
started to feel sorry for both of them.
What bothered Zia most was how Horus was fighting. He wasn't playing
to the rules. He was full on monster extermination mode.
The king's movements vividly reflected how dire he is. Zia could imagine
his facial expressions, if he had one, burning and melting passed his
confronting facade. He moved so naturally that he seemed to have been, born
and hardwired to hunt and destroy.
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Carter's right arm was disabled as robot king cupped his face, and began
smashing it at the ground. Unmanly like grunts come out of the robot's mouth
each time Carter ate water.
Soon after, robot king was about to finish Carter off, when immediately;
a flying yellow foot swiped his mask in an instant. Sparks took flight, his head
pushed to the right and the king hesitated for a second with a wobbly growl.
At that moment, Zia realised that Carter had just wounded the king! His talon-
like feet had cut holes and cracked the glass of the yellow lenses of the helmet.
Jagged claw marks tore deep scars into the black over coating of the mask.
But that wasn't enough to stop the menace. The robot's broken lenses still
faintly glowed with a yellow light and his breathing became inpatient. With a
guttural blare, he scooped his right ripped arm and clawed Carter's neck from
behind.
"I am your lord!" The robot king arrogated as he punched the side of
Carter's face and easily raised him over his crown. Horus growled and flapped
his wings but his movements were too stiff. "Cut to your senses!" The robot
king let out a vexed grunt as his pinches lit upwards at Carter. It let fire and
he went making panic squawks.
Carter landed on his back with a loud coughing groan. Water hissed and
blinded his view. His combat form was just starting to become lighter. A black
cloud zipped over and a left foot thumped its placement into Carter's neck.
He clawed it but the robot pranged his hammer fist on Carter's face.
With Carter officially down, robot took the advantage well. He carelessly
reached out his right arm and with a yellow flash, his spear head was in a
position held closely to the robot's fist. He reeled back and strikes downwards,
right at Carter's face. With alarmed falcon eyes, and with a second to spare,
Horus perilously covered his face with his left wing. Instead, the spear collides
with the metal feathers and remained hooked and attached.
Staggering like a fisherman wrestling a giant fish, the robot laboured to
bring the floppy mass of yellow up and swung it in the air. His spear exploded
with a gust of golden energy, in mid swing as Carter sailed over the buildings
towards the Warehouse.
The avatar remained present but awry as it wiped out a small building. As
soon as it hit the ground, sparks and metallic metal, scraped the pavement.
Within one second, the entire avatar absorbed into a small fixed point, that
was Carter. He rolled dangerously on the road and was finally put to a halt.
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Zia began to lose focus. She shook her head in disgrace, (at the time she
didn't know). Carter was a vegetable.
Next to her, Sadie was a nightmare. She had cried so much; her eyes look
like they have given up on her. They were as red as tomatoes and swelled up.
Her mouth drooped, when she opened to murmured and bawl in silence in
the eerie echoing war zone.
Her tearful glum face made her look much older and very ugly. Her hair
acted much like mattered khaki curtains over her dreadful face. She took in a
gallon of air with a raspy breath, as if she had a heart failure, and she continued
to squeeze her eyes shut with her wrinkled skin.
Hope seemed lost when Sadie slowly let out a weak tearless sigh as her
head steadily went to her knees. Following that, a sound of rocket engines
made Zia look back. It got louder as the robot levitated upwards, up and over
the blocks that were buildings.
Suddenly, he made a sharp turn. Swirling his pinches around as he came
in for a ruthless landing. He punches the ground as he dropped, producing a
drumming boom of a large tree falling in the heavens. It silenced the entire
district.
But what Zia can now observe are all the authorities. It made her question
magic. All around, Old Fulton Street and Furman Street, heavily armed police
in black clothing were packed in their hundreds with giant weapons at the
trigger. They are all behind barriers and protective areas, which allowed open
space for the robot to move with plenty of room. By judging this astonishing
scene, Zia predicted that the humans were probably just as scared or more
scared than herself.
Two attack helicopters now roared as they hovered cautiously over the
also cautious king. His spear was somehow, attached to his back as if it was a
major part of his spinal-cord. Zia still was stunned when he raised to his full
high that Zia guessed to be at the most 50 feet. He had no issues whatsoever
as he hiked over all the demolished buildings that Horus had made, during
the battle; as well as that deceased purple centaur robot.
It was a clear sign that the robot has sufficiently presented his chance at
showing off. He did it quite brilliantly.
"I really want for you to stop now. It’s your final chance." Said the king, in
a voice that differed from his original arrogant personality. He slowed in pace
once he got to the unconscious Carter. His voice was so peaceful, Zia was
blown away. It was as if this was how Amos used to talk to Carter and Sadie.
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But Zia then realised, he wasn't only talking to him, but to her and Sadie.
Sadie especially.
"Carter Kane… I'm only doing you a favour. To keep you extraordinary
and high achieving kids from all this worthless conflict. You know deep down
i love you. You don’t deserve to hold the burden of those gods thousands of
years ago.”
He squats over to pick up Carter like a figurine. But Zia noticed an
anomaly that only one can see, from close range. The now loving robot has
1,2,3,4,5-6 fingers! Was this only her becoming mad from the crying, or did
the number of fingers actually mattered!?
"In time. You'll appreciate me. And learn to love." Robot sounded like a
large prideful dad, eager to save his son.
A sound of helicopter blades once again, came into her ear shot. Zia
ignored it. It was for a second, another attack helicopter, but it seemed to
shimmer very slightly as she moved head to rubberneck.
"ASAR!!! [36]"
The world froze.
The helicopter volume raised intensely. A shadow, clouded Zia's view in

darkness. She looked up, but sensed massive movement on the corner of her
eye. A 20-foot-long Egyptian reed boat, touched down on top of the unstable
warehouse, not too far away from her. It landed with haste and unawareness.
The source from the sound came from the hummingbird winged griffin [37],
that Carter named Freak.
The yell she heard recently, ringed in her head like a distant thunderclap,
lost in the heavens. It continued to echo throughout the chaos of Brooklyn.
As soon as the flying boat landed, Zia was now able to see who was piloting
it.
A bold man - with slightly noticeable short red hair. His wardrobe
consisted of a white linen, sleeveless robe, which covered his whole body, but
remained open in a v-shaped at the chest, exposing the centre of his tanned
pecks. He has an Egyptian neck band and a dark blue cloth, which hangs
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loosely on both sides of his shoulders. This was no doubt, Ramesses and his
son Ini-herit.
Ini-herit was the younger man with dark brown shaggy hair, so long, that
Zia mistakenly thought they were dreadlocks instead. His hair reached his
lower neck and completely covered his ears. Most of it was tossed by the
breeze and covered portions of his face.
He wore light leather clothing; which only seemed to leave his rather
impressive looking arms uncovered. Zia found this unusual because it was
snowing at the moment. But he seemed to steady himself as he held onto the
centre rope; which was the crucial contention of the griffin and the boat.
"Hurry! Or unless you want to truly die!" Said the young man in a highly
playful tone. He stretched out his muscular right arm like trying to grab hold
of something desperately.
At first, Zia didn't want to accept his offer. Mostly because she still has
the robust abhorrence for Ramesses and what he had let unfold to Carter by
treating him as scrawny bait.
But that boy had packed urgency in his eyes. Zia had no choice but to
wake up Sadie from her despair and half carry her over to the boat; for it is
now life and death.
As she was heaved on board, Zia saw Ramesses the Great himself, dip his
right hand to his left waist. She realised what he was doing when a metallic
sliding sound made her senses click. Ramesses unsheathed his golden hilted,
sword. It looked extremely lethal and brand new.
He raised his hand like a commander ready to lead his army into a war
zone. His rivet face shot grand authority, as his eyes looked down upon the
bewildered 45-foot-tall robot king. It was a major change in tides and finally,
justice has the upper hand.
Zia was somewhat relieved and grateful, but she still knew that Ramesses
isn't what he seems. She had to admit, he looked quite scary as he did this,
like every pharaoh should be. She wondered how his enemies must have felt,
back then in ancient times, as he gave them a stare, as horrifying as their ugly
fates.
The thunderstruck robot king finally moved.
Obviously, Ramesses has spoken his real name but ASAR? Her heart blew
up in surprise. This must be a grave mistake because from what Zia knew,
that it was Osiris’ original Egyptian name. She had never heard someone call
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the god that for a very long time. Asar as in the god of the dead, is in charge
of judging the dead to the afterlife or to the netherworld.
But, OSIRIS? That is possibly the most impossible fact in history! But if
it is true, Carter and Sadie now have a horrid father that just disintegrated his
own brother, just because of Ramesses' cowardice! Zia can't accept that
conspiracy. OSIRIS? NAH WAY! She is not going to buy that!
Zia needs much more proof to make sure. Because this "thing", being
Osiris is so illogical! What did Ramesses mean? Zia had a feeling now that
this question is going to drive her so mad, she'll probably die from anxiety.
Why, in the pharaoh’s nation, did he call this unforgivable beast, a god of life
and fertility? Her boyfriend's dad for that matter. Julius Kane. That's not Julius
Kane to suddenly commit random acts of genocide!
Zia accepted her delusion. She wants to leave this place. Right, now!
The robot's raised his neck. Lenses fixed on Ramesses as if he was a strict
teacher glaring at a troubled child.
"You are hoping to let my people suffer just for of the untameable malice
of yours?" Ramesses said, with a hint passive aggressive in his vocal. His voice
had a tone that no other human in this world has. It sounded ancient and
quite persuasive.
Zia couldn't tell if the robot was going to speak or not because his body
language was completely hidden underneath his armour.
"I serve malice to those who have disgraced my command." He replied
with a gnarly voice.
Ramesses' sword arm began to descend with involuntary movement.
"Indeed. Then you have truly underestimated me. You, should know that
once the bow is in its original possession - you will never gain any winnings."
His head rotated slightly as he gave an evil eye downwards. But suddenly,
a voice that Zia recalled too well, interrupted the abrupt twist of events.
"Are you actually gonna wager on that?" A croaking weak psychotic laugh
followed.
From the hand of the white and gold robot on the street, an underweight,
soggy, vampire pale man shuffled towards the robot king with delight.
Setne, didn't look so handsome. He was so bad, Zia wasn't sure if she
should feel sorry for him. His left hand was non-existent. It is just a stump of
closed up flesh that had healed over time.
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Wet black heel slacks were ripped and wrecked by what looked like light
bluish muck. His white shirt ceased to be a shirt. Not only was it stained, torn
from universal spots, it is forever plagued with glitter and frozen like plaster.
It was too large for him. The whole thing was so wrinkly like sand in a
white muddy desert, Zia concluded that not even an iron is worthy to flatten
his clothes now.
His face wasn't humane. Setne had anorexia, and with this iced, cracked
skin, at first, made Zia's heart jump with shock thinking that Setne had
become living a skeleton. His Elvis hair was flat, greased and stringy. Some
of it has disappeared and showed a massive bold spot on Setne's head.
Whatever happened to Setne is a mystery. But to Zia, he looked so twisted
she wondered how he could walk and breathe. He basically is a zombie.
The white and gold bot, which shuffled next to Setne, held a djed [38]
column of Osiris. It looked like a large Tesla invention. Maybe, this was the
reason why Setne is walking. They're trying to keep him alive.
Ramesses seemed to stubble in fright. Obviously, he was a lot more
frightened than Zia was.
"Dad, be realistic." Setne wheezed with a strained voice. His words took
him some effort to speak, because he'd always shake and wobble. "Have you,
ever in your, many lives tried to lead. HGH! AK! Without the Golden Bow?
Wouldn't be so powerful, AGH! HMM... as, the foreigners think you are, huh?
BLAH! HUHH!"
Setne limped towards the robot king with great stress. His eyes teared up,
his teeth were clenched as hard as they possibly could and as that occurred,
he broke down onto his knees, struggling for air.
"I find that insulting, to me and now... we're both divided-ed." He let out
a heavy whooping cough, which might've surly broken his voice because, he
sounded extremely terrible. His voice was failing him.
"Divided by the weapom... that has brought nothing but warh... We must
think of, another, wat, to, get rid of it-ah..."
Zia was too scared to even begin to have mercy for that traitor. But not
when Ramesses did something so unpharaoh- like. He simply dropped his
sword and let it clang and vibrate on the floor of the reed boat. He began to
wrap his shaking hands around the reins of Freak with trepidation.
As he commenced this, his mouth drooped. His eyes goggled with terror
as they blackened with paranoia. His face was darker than before and his kohl
make up made him look even more ghoulish and stupefied.
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"You, are not considering this the correct way! Hwt-ka-Ptah [39] has
retrieved back its honour and dignity. My behaviour has very much reached a
high readiness. And there will once again be peace and plenty to the persons
again." The slightest of a red beard could be seen on Ramesses' face, but in
scenarios like these, it's equivalent to him having a sunburnt rash on his face.
"Enough of your weak politics!" The robot king boomed like thunder. "I'll
end this scum's worthless life if you tell the lord you're are guilty, of the
discomposing of the New World Order! [40]"
The robot raised his foot above Carter, as if to squash him like a pesky
gnat. Zia's heart suddenly jumped greatly in his very direction.
"NO! STAP! STAP! NO!" Ramesses' shrilled with shocking mercy. He
yelled loud enough for the robot to hesitate, look back with reassurance and
put his foot back into a plain stance.
Ini-herit leaned forwards and pushes Zia aside with his large hand gently,
to quietly speak to his father.
"Father, don't you realise this is criminal-"
"SHUTZZ!" Ramesses faced the robots and his wreaked son below, while
he interrupted his remarks. As Ramesses said "shutzz", Freak bleated as if he
had travelled a long mile.
For some reason, Ramesses had said one thing with two different
meanings, for two different people. Ini-herit stopped talking as Freak
responded to the command given. The reed boat creaked as it began to slide
and glide down towards the street of pure unwelcoming.
As Zia held on, she felt uncountable eyes all over, stabbing nails into her
body. Uneasy embarrassment engulfed her as the ship landed near Carter.
Ramesses adjusted his stance of keeping the peace. "Asar. Are you going
to give time for me to negotiate? Because I'm ready." His tone drifted from
prideful to ominously shaky, as time progressed.
"You say that you didn't - cause all this. Your devilish god did. The Father
of all Lands once influenced me - a mere betoken of me. And if he has
invested his faith into this - grave sin, even my first life-self would be appalled
greatly to then, considering a hate filled ego towards the.... The Master of the
Anunnaki! [41] No matter what species you are!'
'Do you see it now Hypertitan? [42] I was brought forth to your district for
a decisive purpose. I was to be tested in the perspectives of a Hebrew [43]
slave, and witness that plundering I once did onto them. It is time to bestow
justice towards this unjustified land.'
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'If I cannot stop you, then perhaps I daresay; my son and the Per Ankh
[44] will. They, are the strongest of all divine powers. It is fair to conclude;
they will thwart you. And I am set to witness it today."
What a speech. Surly, the robot was paralysed to it, this whole time, he
paced on the spot. The robot looked strained. For some reason, Zia can tell.
He looked back and forth from Carter fast asleep, and to Ramesses as he
monologues.
Zia was confused. This robot is called Hypertitan. Ok. But the Annakey?
Hypertitan's master? And why are there so many confusing names for one
mysterious figure, that nobody knows about?
There's something more than meets the eye girl... A voice sounded in her
head that sounded nothing like hers or Ra's.
With no sign of empathy, Hypertitan grumbled harsh replies. "What do
you know about power? Big Brother has already traced and studied their
weaknesses throughout the eyes of their familiar spirit hosts! How can one be
so sure that they'll thwart the slyness of my legacy?" Hypertitan stopped as if
he was waiting for an immediate answer. "Are you sure?" He repeated.
Ramesses looks upwards with a weak nod and a murmur.
"RESPOND!" Hypertitan yelled huskily. Zia jolted and she swears
Ramesses, Sadie and Ini-herit did as well. Everyone was pleading for
Ramesses to respond under this truck load of pressure - even Setne looked
bored out of his mind.
"It's all about your lust for power Ramesses. You're craved..." Hypertitan
mocked and snickered.
As Ramesses spoke, flecks of foam had gathered at the ends of his mouth.
"Go....", he began with an unconfident whimper. "EVERYONE OF
YOU! GAHOW!" He blurted out sharply. Each syllable delivered a strong
punch.
Zia got uneasy chills on her spine as she heard the great pharaoh yell with
complete distress. Ramesses was only trying to shield his fear by speaking with
fearlessness. She, for the slightest second, saw spit shoot out of Ramesses
mouth as he yelled; which vanished into thin air almost immediately.
The most dangerous moment of silence occurred after that moment. It
was so stressing and long, it made Zia wonder if anyone was going to respond.
The robots stood in the mist like abominable soldiers.
Out of the mist and snow of the gritty streets, a slow voice raised from a
gossipy whisper, into a dictatorial yell. "What a dirty tongue he has,"
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Hypertitan the king said. The white and gold robot named Master Hadar
nodded with a secure agreement.
Hypertitan continued, "Ramesses the deceiver, admit your crimes or face
a fate worse than all that's possible!" Ramesses the Deceiver. This was
obviously something to not be personal about. For someone like Ramesses
to do something so appalling to these people, is just unimaginable to Zia.
With questions and queries swirling in her brain, she's now going to be
begging for straight answers from now on - because she mustn't let her friends
down without a fight. She must know what's going on to be able to help
Carter and Sadie. If they survived today...
Ramesses breathes a curse with wobbly lips. He then let the reins fall as
he raised his foot around and over to get onto the ground. He began strolling
towards Carter with a very gaunt shuffle. His face as hard as stone. Zia
wondered, why Ramesses looks so in focus? Has he done something like this
before?
Ramesses froze once he reached Carter. He looked down upon her
boyfriend's body as he was apologising to him. The guilt and, what looked
like, hope, painted his face, told Zia that Ramesses regretted something really
bad.
He kneed on two knees with intense caution and ease. Ramesses went to
rest his right hand on Carter's leg. And he hesitated. Why?
Setne's wheezing was of course the basis. "Listen to the big king. It's a
simple HUFP, question. It's in his pocket. I can feel it's CRAKK energy. It's
magiks, linked to our blood and flesh."
Ramesses paused as if Setne's talking had rudely interrupted and spoiled
his time of moment. Then he continued. His hand slipped underneath the
singed trousers. After a few painful heart beating seconds, Ramesses at last,
pulled out a peculiar object.
It was- a golden strap? Zia was pretty disappointed. She thought this
golden bow was going to look a little bit more majestic than that. A little bit
more like a bow than a strip of fibre!
The strap was held in both of Ramesses' hands, almost like when Carter
once did while holding the weapons of Ra. He was holding it with absolute
shock. And since half of the Kane's genes come from Ramesses ii, his
expressions fuzzily mimicked that very memory of Carter in Al-Hamrah
Makan. [45] Her home village. Zia once again got goosebumps, as well as
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nostalgia. She began to cry as Ramesses presented the bow to the monsters
above - like a sacrifice to the gods.
He began shaking, but he managed. "I bestow upon to you. The Golden
Bow. [46]" He raised from his knees.
From this moment on, the glittering shoulder strap morphed into a large
lanky golden crescent as the offering proceeds. "The bow of Ramesses [47], of
Seti,[48] of Ramesses II, of Merneptah [49] and of Amenmesse. [50] Hwt-ka-
Ptah's saviour. The Hebrew's devil. Treat- with generosity..." His last word
seemed to be either in another strange accent or he was close to passing out
with fright.
Time fell to a crawl as Setne literally began crawling towards his father
with constriction in his body. He squeaked as his grim arm hooked the bow.
Crippled Setne let out a gigantic sigh of relief as he hugged the weapon
with both of his stick-like arms. He closed his eyes, as if he, at last, had reached
his destination after a long time in the desert. He began to relax. He began to
slightly, ever so slightly, shift. Not in movement. But in build and body
structure.
His skin's icy hue, flushed like ink in water and turned into a deep, tanned
skin colour. Something he once had. He remained skinny and worn, but he
looked more functional.
He slowly raised his eye lids; his eyes were demonic and he grinned with
envy. Setne, was somehow healed or recharged by this thing! This obviously
was a bad thing! What was Ramesses trying to achieve now?
Ramesses swallowed hard and began to back away to Carter's lifeless
carcass. His mouth drooped again and his eyes locked dead on to Setne. "My
boy. I'll save you... I'm willing on these words..." His voice croaked and
grumbled at the end. Zia wondered if Ramesses was having difficulty making
his choices.
Setne stood up with a pleasurable sigh. "Don't trust your words on me.
I'm not your boy. I'm a daring free man, who has just been saved-' he spread
out his arms towards Hypertitan and Hadar, 'already."
Ramesses gave a face filled with illness and frustration. His eyes were
shining as he squats over and dug Carter into his tough, but gentle arms. He
held Zia's boyfriend like Carter was his new born baby. His mouth remained
opened. His eyes still focused on Setne.
He shuffled back towards the boat with a tight pace and handed Carter's
flopping body, with care into Ini-herit's offering hands. Sadie bawled and
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hugged him, but Zia just kept ogling in a dreamland. She noticed a black and
red mass of metal, hunkered down behind all the authorities, as if a panther
hunting prey.
Then she saw what was really happening. Underneath everyone's noses,
Hypertitan's pinches charged up like a large drill, ready to set deadly force
onto the unexpected targets.
Zia cut to her senses. This was her moment to do something at least.
"NO!!! RAMESSES!" She let fly with a shrill.
Nevertheless, Ramesses didn't need a warning. He was already preparing
for this very moment. And now, his wait is finally complete.
He raised his right palm towards the deceiving robot. His face was of dead
contemplation. He let lose a new spell like he was keeping it all in from the
beginning.
A bronze and white shimmering hieroglyph, swirled into existence, in a

concave shape around the caster.
At the same moment, the robot shot a spheroid of fire towards him. The
flares collided with the hieroglyph. A tense strumming sound, bounced into
Zia's ears. Red lit up the sky, as it spun completely off course. The blast
spazzing diagonally upwards into the warehouse, and made a large chunk of
the house explode.
This all happened in 3 seconds. Maximum.
Hypertitan was obviously on the mind set to wipe out Zia and the others,
so she wasn't going to stay calm now. He let out a sharp peeved yell, as he let
off another stream of orange flame towards the boat. But Ramesses just
zipped his right palm to the left, the hieroglyph following, and deflected the
strike onward to the left.
It arched the sky, and began unusually, randomly struck the ground with
a blink of an eye. Unfortunately, on the ground were a team of authorities.
They flew and yelled in utter shock and as an eruption of flame banged and
ate them up.
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And out of the fire, rolled in an abomination of metal and iron. The large
red bot rolled like a wrecking ball and demolished every single building and
human being on Furman Street. It sounded like firecrackers have gone off
everywhere!
The red bot rumbled and thundered. As he finished a ground roll, he
punched a helicopter in mid-air and his bus sized arms slid downwards. It
clanged and clicked loudly as both of his arms transformed into twin colossal
arm blasters.
The hateful whinging escalated pretty high. Hypertitan probably wasn't
aware of his emotions at this point. He began to plunder and his pinches
morphed into one cannon. He was a complete maniac! This was enough to
make Zia flee and hide. Suddenly, the boat launched full acceleration upwards.
They really should've installed seat belts! This is because Zia went airborne
and slammed into the back of the hold. Carter and a bunch of wands, swords
and equipment went sliding down towards her.
Sadie's yelling, "HOLD HIM!" mixed with the deep booms below,
"SHOOT THEM DOWN!!!" Zia's mind dismissed it all. The only
opportunity to survive this, is to hold onto Carter's body. Which is obviously
a challenge.
The arm blasters hummed and the flames bellowed. The reed boat under
gone turbulence. Wind lashed out and punching Zia in the face. Ramesses
screamed desperately as she began to feel a migraine surging. She felt her
stomach lift when she soon began to realise, the reed boat automatically
reached an unnatural speed. They have made it. Out of the impossible odds,
they have made it - into the Daut, boat half intact, and everyone on board
bewildered.
The warehouse broke down and fell into creamy smoke. Out of the
enormous hand of Master Hadar, Setne waved his right hand with the Golden
Bow on his shoulder. His call almost drowning in the chaos. Behind him,
Master Betelgeuse [51] - the Great Red Husk, lumbered and created explosions
under his feet. He looked upwards at the city sized shadow in the grey clouds.
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"HURRY! LEAVE THE MORTALS HYPERTITAN! WE'VE GOT

WHAT WE NEED!" He blared out like a deep earthquake.
King Hypertitan roared like a lion as he gave one last outbreak of
complete utter carnage. He also looked upwards and then at Setne, as if
wondering whether or not if this was enough for his rising empire.
"Should I erase their minds?" Setne questioned loudly. "Must I erase the
mortal’s memories of this event, so they cannot wake up?"
On the left side of HyperTitan's face, the fatal scar enhanced in vileness
and embodiment. His mask; looked naturally corrupt and contaminated with
flagitiousness. The black and yellow husk seemed to overly leak; with a hoary
history, that came not from the outside, but in the inner spirit. A spirit that
was once human. But its toxicity altered this moralistic consciousness.
"The time of revelation is still far off. Still. Let them worship their true
Christ [52] and themselves, but time is not yet on our side. It's not according
to the schemes so they can finally see the reality, these pathetic sheep live in.
All we need is patience..."
Setne took the response as an affirmative. His eyes turned pale and shot a
sinister smirk. He ceased to be human. "As you desire, oh lord."
The large city had witnessed this historical event, but their minds cannot
resist the true power of the elite. Setne felt the chains of Ramesses snap and
clang to the floor. He escaped into freedom, and the complete right to do
whatever. His way. Only.
Setne began blowing into both of his fist. After that, he began beating his
chest slowly. He then looked down to his feet. His eyes looked suspiciously
upwards to the left as he smirked. His right hand formed a half triangle over
his left eye. Setne finally rises and pointed his right stub hand at the concrete
sky. His head looks up along with it.
"Ter." [53] His spoke with a voice that was not of his own. It sounded
croaky and flirty. His stump glowed with beautiful baby blue light. It hummed
and sparkled as a water fountain of blue energy rushed into the air but looked
smooth and harmless.
All the Units looked up at the holographic umbrella, spreading across and
above the entire city of New York, like butter on bread. A hieroglyphic filled
the sky that was compacted with glinting energy and swirling with electron-
looking ripples, that craved the shape of the glyph.
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A hieroglyphic filled the sky that was compacted with glinting energy and
swirling with electron-looking ripples, that craved the shape of the glyph
All of sudden, Setne still looking up, claps his hands together above his
head and gracefully spreads them apart. The glyph aped by popping and
bursting in a silent explosion outwards in all directions, saturating the sky. It
then magically sprinkled down like fairy dust all over New York.
After a long satisfying moment, blue auroral lights descended from the
heavens and engulfed Setne, HyperTitan, Betelgeuse and Hadar. It came to
pass that wherever the blue sleet touched, it reversed or replenished itself as
if nothing ever happened. The entire Brooklyn house was soon reconstructed
like a rewinding video clip. Debris all flew and fit into place perfectly until all
was normal as if an invisible hand was fixing everything.
All the damage done was erased. Buildings built themselves up again.
Helicopters were raised back into the sky. Explosions blew up in reverse and
disappeared. Cars were placed back to their places. And most importantly,
every single mind of a human being, was erased of the events of the Brooklyn
Siege, expect for Ramesses, the others, Setne and The Units.
As this unfolded, the mass of shadow that was engulfing the sky, made
the beacon of white light seem like a match in a valley of darkness. It shot
downwards from the cloud, in a blink of an eye. As if nothing ever happened,
the robots were gone, with no trace of evidence.
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6:00 AM, December 24th 2013, Melbourne
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JONAH SCRUNCHED OVER, like a sandwich on his chaotic bed;

stirring awake as his IPad Radiate alarm went off. Today, was not an exciting
day. Still drowsy, he slowly slid over to his simple dark blue desk and tapped
"Snooze" on the glaring screen. As he did that, Jonah's mind frowned in
disbelief and a sense of achievement.
Last Exams today...
He knew this moment would've come soon enough. It's been the longest
week of his entire life!
Of course, he has studied for a while, with his tutor and all, it shouldn't
be that bad. Jonah has already completed many exams already. It wasn't too
bad. Heroically, he didn't faint from being nervous at all. But the problem
was, today was English, his most important, most prepared and most
passionate Exam, that Jonah wanted to succeed in doing this year.
He has to write a response essay on the book the class was told to study
that his teachers never gave up faith for him. They constantly told Jonah to
write body paragraphs for essay practice, almost every bloody day!
But all he will remember from his swag English teacher is about when in
the exam room, is to imagine the essay paragraphs were all the different layers
on a Grill'd burger and you to make each paragraph count to make the perfect
burger...
That thought would just make Jonah hungry for the whole 1 and a half
hours sitting in a chair...
He was in seventh grade, and having exams at this level wasn't just for
practice in year 11 and 12, it caused a lot of stress. And public schools had
exams in like year 10, well, that's what he overheard, but all Jonah's favourite
people in on the internet always seemed to have room in their teen years to
begin on the trail towards their dreams... But in Jonah's case, he'd always have
so much homework and study to do that it has become so overwhelming, it
constantly fogs out his path to success.
Wait! Hold up! School's nearly over! But, Jonah had this suspicious feeling.
WHY has school gone for so long? It's the 24th! I thought everyone like
Dean, Dr Keenan and other school peers said it ended on the first of
December!
Then - he wished he didn't - started to hear obnoxiously loud footsteps
coming up the stairs, which annoyed Jonah's state of mind. His new step-
mother Natalee, holding in her hands a feline persian dark brown tabby
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named Annie. Her light green eyes as round and of a look of marbles and
glorious as a leave's veins.
That reminds him. Annie the boof has some sort of strong bond to
Natalee. Way stronger than the one with Jonah's mum. Annie actuality hated
her. The cat would always sleep next to him and react harshly when he was
trying to listen to The Kane Chronicles audiobooks or recordings. By the way,
they're the best stories Jonah ever read! Apparently, the authors have taken
the story seriously. That the reason why he loved it.
"Good world, John. Your fine efforts are almost at end." Natalee said
cheerfully and will bright. Normally, Jonah don't know what she meant by
"good world", so, he just pulled off a dumb, unintelligent blank face, like
always. He was too drowsy to even care in fact.
Jonah just moaned in reply as he rumbled his burly eyes. Natalee went
over other to the right side of his bed. "John, my lad, please don't despair. It's
positive that your workings are rather well. You are at the intelligence of the
gods themselves! I'm honestly a little bit jealous, you spoiled lad! Your mother
would be rather proud." Her voice was overwhelmingly lulling.
Jonah was starting to hate her mentioning his mummy like that. He felt a
wave of vexation fused up his body, but Jonah looked up and tried to fight it
with the presence of Annie: the only true member of the family left.
The way Natalee held the cat was mundane and normal, except for one
slight thing, which simulated something. Nat held out her left hand across her
body, with fists clenched, identical to a bird trainer. This allowed the cat's two
front legs to rest and wrap her legs around Nat's supporting arm.
Annie looks quite satisfied with this strange holding, and it didn't seem to
bother the cat one bit. Just by looking at this, Jonah felt like Annie was
somehow being worshipped, like a queen.
"WIDD!" He went to pat her. She made a greeting meow as she nuzzled
her head into Jonah's hand. Annie only loves humans that love her back.
Natalee spoke in dry and joyful tones "it's indeed very special indeed, the
bond with the feline is unconditional. That is an omen of the gods
gratefulness and their veneration."
"HELLO INIE! Ooooo."
Natalee shot a shining smile. Even in the darkness, her teeth where white,
like bright lighthouses in the final hours of dusk. Her skin was of dried
efficiency cut light chocolate. Her eye lashes were lined with black makeup,
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which according to Jonah, suits her astonishingly. Her hair is as long as a

thicket of jet black looping vines, which hanged loosely to her shoulders.
Her chin and cheeks looked very sharp in a sort of v shape. When she
speaks, her eyes roll upwards for some reason. But it doesn't help him pay
attention to her, she is always thinking; judging by her expressions.
"James' here?" Jonah mumbled. Normally, people would have trouble
listening to him when he mumbles.
Natalee gestured her head to her right, towards the gaping door. Her neck
exposed, he could see that it was muscular and see the tendons underneath
her divine skin. Jonah bloody wishes he had skin like that. His in compassion
are invaded by pimples. He'd always wonder how simply one has no trace of
blemishes, at all.
"James still stirs. As the time flows, and once he has risen himself, you will
change your clothes and dress for presentation of your school. Now, I'll be
troubled to figure out that you have not eaten a morning feast. I advise you.
Do it at once."
Why does she have to talk so weirdly? This isn't Shakespeare [54] or
something!
Jonah already knew he had to do that, breakfast, get uniform on and so
one. So, he couldn't help but ask another question. This time, wasn't too
obvious.
"Where's Remy?"
"My husband went about to his duties." She hobbled slightly on the spot,
which is another sign of her intellect way of thinking. "I'm afraid, he will not
present himself to us on this day, due to some..."
She paused. With was unusual. "Pardoned myself. Remy will not be
amongst us currently. He is held back with some affair with his fellow
colleagues."
"Nat? Why has school gone sooooo long...?" Jonah groaned with little to
no enthusiasm.
She tilted her gorgeous head. "Jonah? Attention at once."
"What? Yeah...?"
Natalee placed Annie on his bed. She purred and began kneading. Her
eyes got quite heavy from laziness. But Natalee' eyes were mud brown,
surrounded by gorgeous alabaster. Her eyes sharpened and her lips parted
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"Are you heedful - Jonah Koufos, that perhaps, you are aware of, the
world you live in, that all that surrounds us is nothing but walking wood and
undead?"
This was a strange statement. Joanh had a hard time figuring out what she
meant. Undead and wooden people? That's ridiculous! Everyone in this world
is seems all hunky dory and Jonah hasn't seen any zombies or puppets walking
around. This almost sounds like a cryptic message.
Jonah let out a small unexpected laugh. "Ugh. I don't know what-"
"Alas, James awakes! Get to the ground and prepare for a feast. May the
sun god make the peace good forever." With that, Natalee gets up and walks
away.
"Sun god? Like Ra?" Jonah questioned. He knows a lot of people worship
figures rather than Jesus, [55] like Allah [56] and Buddha [57]. But the sun god
is from mythology. And that's what it is. A myth. But Jonah was simulated by
that remark because he thought, what if they're actually real? Like in the Kane
Chronicles! That will be sick boi!
He got out of his bed and went over to check his IPad.
Since Jonah's real mum's disappearance, at the beginning of this year,
2013, he had to stay at his foster Uncle Con's house with his half- brothers,
Steven and Pete (their mum was Jonah's mum) and his unusual adopted
cousin, Johnny (whose parents are unknown like Jonah's father) Which was
fondly enough, wasn't as awkward as he expected since I'm not used to
permanently living with them.
Bad luck for Jonah, (Johnny should have given him a copy of his invention
the Bad-Luck-Sweeper), Jonah had to start high school without his "true"
family, with almost made life a, billion, times worse!
He never knew his real father. Over the course of the years, he started to
think his dad had died overtime because of not appearing at all in his life...
Or, he appeared by a miracle like those stories in myths and in the Bible.
Jonah would've preferred that notion.
Since the other children in his new foster family all went to different
schools to him, life was hard to Con as well, so Jonah can relate. Steven and
Pete all go to the same English schools and Greek schools in Oakleigh. He
goes to a private school in Toorak - an all-boys school on the other side of
town.
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Jonah’s mummy wanted him to go there and magically got him in before
her tragedy. His poor foster uncle Con had to help his with homework Jonah
hardly didn't understand.
As time passed, he felt sorry for his uncle, since he was always angry and
concerned about his own full-time work on top of everything else. He had to
pay more money for me since Jonah's school requires A LOT of it!
Now, these last few days, two strangers and their 16-year-old son had
abruptly showed up at Jonah's foster uncle's house about a week ago at the
most. Argh! He can't remember how long! (time slows down at exam week!)
The tanned male dude is named Remy, the darken skinned female is
Natalee and their hyper son is James. They claimed they are friends of Jonah's
mummy's family and had come to pact to stay at his original house in Glen
Iris, where he used to live.
They've came to pick him up because I'm in grave danger or something.
Then, at that moment, he'd shouldn't overhear their conversation, because
Remy said, "to never give a clue upon what we just shared, to Jonah at all
costs..."
He noticed that, because, when Con came to take him, his face was
sickening pale like his hair, his eyes shaded deeply from his glasses and his
bearded mouth slightly twitching, like he has gotten very nauseous all of a
sudden. His goodbye was enough to make Jonah feel terrified. He never heard
him sound like that since his mother vanished from the human dimension...
He wants to be silent about something like this...
The ugliest and unusual day happened. Not only the three complete
strangers just took Jonah in their car, (he should've just Taekwondo kicked
them) but they were friends of his mother that he never knew about and, they
were going to live at Jonah's original house. Upon returning there, was like
coming back after a jet lagging holiday.
The rooms all fresh, new and welcoming. But, as he stepped into his room
that day, the door was light and numb at the touch. Jonah's mood swings took
the better of him for the rest of the week... He missed his room as much as
he missed his mummy.
Jonah felt so awkward around Remy, Natalee and James in his own home!
Over time, he got the opportunity to know them rather well.
James became quite close to Jonah, though he seemed like a noob with
everything. One time he dominated the stairs and made it up in about three
huge strides. Excitedly, he began to explore the house's wonders.
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A moment later, James began crying and mourning like baby in the play
room, hugging a stuff Hedwig pillow pet from Movie World on the Gold
Coast. Joanh went to ask "what the hell are you doing? James are you alright?"
James sniffed and made a disgusting inhale sniffing sound with his nose.
It sounded wet and clogged up. His eyes were puffy and pink while his voice
hiccupped as he spoke.
"Oh! Dis, this, dis, POOR white owl howhowohhh! Oh, how lovely, snort
it would've been! It's it's, oh the eyes of a l,l,lion! WOE TO YOU JONAH!
You could've spared its, beauti, beu, itful life!"
After that, Jonah was confronted by Remy as James pleaded and told
Jonah off. Remy took the pillow and told Joanh to fan his wine drinks all
night to cool it down as a punishment for a "wasted sacrifice to the gods."
Jonah was dumbfounded. That was his first experience with James.
The next day, James asked how to use the bath to wash himself because
he thought there wasn't any water. He didn't know how to use the tap which
scared Jonah pretty bad. And, also, he thought someone his age would prefer
a shower than a bath? Honestly, Jonah didn't know what to say it to him,
because it wasn't his business.
After Jonah made a warm bath for James, (he felt extremely bizarre and
horrified in doing so), he walked out downstairs to get some towels when he
all of a sudden, outside the open front door, he sees a sharp and long Two-
edged Sword on the small round table that was suited to hold it. It glinted and
was unbelievably nimble. It somehow, had a blurry fuzzy halo around it’s
pristine edges as if the image Jonah was seeing was in low resolution, yet it
was as clear as the air. It was epic and got Jonah by surprise.
Next to it was a shimmering white dove that bobbed it’s cranial. It looked
and the sword, then at him. It was almost as if it was saying, yo John! Have a
sword. It’s for an amazing deal!
He was tempted to grab it and use it for something, maybe to have it on
display to show his friends. Or to pretend he was Argon from Lord of the
Rings, but a voice in his head said, Remy will kill you if you carry that sword! Are
you insane?! It’s illegal and you might get caught and put into jail! You can’t be carrying
around something lethal like that, it will cut you!
That's when Jonah wondered if he was hallucinating after being up all
night waving a fan. Not the first time he has seen weird things in his life. He
has seen his cousin Johnny walk outside and a minute later, he was in the
front yard getting his soccer ball when the car was in a parking position that
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it wasn’t a few seconds ago. It was too much of coincidence, so it seemed as

if Johnny carried his entire car as if it was nothing, or Jonah assumed Johnny
did it. And the weird time when he saw a small red orb floating just above the
tree line late on New Years Eve at his cousin’s Andrew’s holyday house in
Rye.
He closes his eyes and walked off. Dismissing it completely. Something in
his conscious said it was a grave mistake... A breeze tapped his back like a
hand to get his attention. When he rotated his slumped body around, the
sword and the dove, were gone.
Yep, there no denial that he wasn’t hallucinating.
James is, very different to other kids. He's not your typical teenage boy.
Quirky at times and really unpredictable. Foolhardy. Weird with words and
isn't up to date with technology. A cunning trouble maker. A mess, physically
and sometimes with organisation. He is technically an alien to Jonah and
probably to everyone on earth today...
He is always unsure with, everything in fact. Jonah thought he was just a
dumb bum, but he realised and loved teaching him things. Jonah honestly felt
like an older brother to him even though he is only 16 and Jonah's 13. Quite
shocking, but is something to be noticed with humbleness.
Maybe James was a troubled child? Did he have a disability? Maybe he just
needs a chance to get out there to enjoy the world. His parents shrouded his
background and hid him inside a bubble, but Jonah wanted to help him, alien
or not.
He couldn't hate him always because James is so outgoing, joyride of a
teen with a heart of gold.
Uplifting gratitude for life, James had something in common with Joanh!
He was a creative person. Very creative in fact. He knows a lot and James and
Jonah shared notes and began to construct Lego and other resources like
sticks and sand. Unfortunately, he doesn't like simulators like Minecraft, so,
hey, he is 16 and maybe he isn't in to that stuff anymore.
They created the most interesting stuff together and it was the best thing
Jonah has ever had, possibly in his entire life. They made a giant temple
together out of, just about anything you can imagine: books, cardboard, sticks,
branches, ropes, hoses, toys, paper, toilet paper, (don't ask, that was James'
idea. He seemed to love wrapping himself in kit like an Egyptian mummy).
This made Jonah's life at the moment more enjoyable, possibly because
of James' accepting personnel, he has always wanted to do what he wanted
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without getting bored. Jonah's never seen him get bored with anything. He is
one of the most innocent people Jonah meet in his lifetime.
James is a heart lifting friend, but that was the only thing that didn't steal
Jonah's privacy.
He had a strange worrying burden towards Remy and his YouTube
videos. Jonah had recently begun to talk about the myths of the Minecraft
game, that have being creating havoc on the internet.
He'd stack up a tower of books on a kitchen stool in front of his gaming
TV upstairs, to record with his IPad Air. Unprofessional, but extremely
productive. The quality is actually quite reasonable, in fact.
Every time Jonah mentioned the names of the creepy entities in the game,
like Hypertitan and Arcturus, Remy would always be found somewhere on
the stairwell, spying and eavesdropping him. Jonah soon discovered him
completing this bizarre act, sweating, the corners of his mouth drooping and
his eyes extremely faraway, with utter shock.
Jonah spoke without a word, probably looking just as bad as Remy when
he first found him listening to my terrible, high-pitched, video commentary.
Jonah walked away, embarrassed, into my cosy room were his cat Annie
hissed at him for no reason.
As Jonah began sauntering down the stairs, he forced a smirk and said in
his head Let's go! Just one more little exam. And after that, we can go crazy with James
and the cousins. Just like Mr Drake says: "Good blokes finish well."
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THE LONG GLOOMY alley is out of all eyes sight. This is the stranger's
only path way inside. His breathing still was uneasy, for he got no time to rest.
As he walked into the rowdy school grounds from Heyington train station,
his pace slightly quickened as a result of his desperation. His tanned face went
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slack as worry began to overpower him, for he is a fish out of water in this
environment.
To gain reassurance, he tucked his right hand underneath his black blazer,
as if reaching inside into his inner pocket, to pull out a pistol. The gesture
brought him confidence to move onwards. It reminded him of the permanent
fellowship he has formed with his colleagues. It reminded him that he has
powers that no one here can comprehend.
He didn't wish to waste any time. For he knew that it wouldn't be long
until something bad will happen. He has already created a ripple effect that
has angered many of his enemies. And they know well and clear that he is
protecting a young innocent adolescent boy.
As he approached the corner, he slowed down and waited, for a group of
teachers were talking around the corner. They sounded about 25 feet away.
So, the man took the risk to peek over and see, trying not to look suspicious.
A teacher, bold like the man, with glasses and in a pink work shirt, was having
a conversation with a woman in blue and a taller man in sports gear. The bold
man seemed to hold a card in his hand with a T-Rex on it.
They seemed to be speaking gibberish because of the extraordinary spell
casted upon the entire school. Remy had kept the school running its exams,
all the way up to Christmas Eve, because Jonah had to be kept occupied
properly by mortals that actually knew how to take care of him. And also,
Remy had many problems to deal with, for he just came back from a
horrifying battle from the other side of the world. It took him a moment to
get used to the abrupt change of mood and environment.
The unwary teachers will never see Remy. He can easily just slip past like
a spirit in an unseen dimension. He took a deep breath and launched from a
crouch into a full power walk, down the empty road towards the Wilding
sports centre. His legs wobbled slightly from all this stress he has undergone.
But as pharaoh, Remy never seemed to get a break... That's the only thing he
hates be being ruler again.
From amongst the young boys chasing each other up and down the road,
who were rather unformal in their appearance, was a teacher of the middle
school. Even though he resembled a human, wearing a green florescent vest
for yard duty, on his head were chalky horns from a fully grown male goat.
The horns stemmed from his cranium as if they naturally grew there. Features
consisted of a wispy beard and an inappreciable cylinder sculpted face. Its
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arms are shaggy with brown hair, some of which that dangled from his elbows
and forearms. Handsome and charming this creature was.
Remy walked down on the footpath, just now realising he was being
observed. It goaded him, knowing the creature's exact origin of creation and
why it was here at Jonah’s school. It obviously wanted Remy gone.
He beset the creature with much passion, drawing his sword from the
depths of the trench coat. It screeched like a solar flare and shone a blinding
flash in the face of the victim.
The man gave out a snappy vocal, "Don't you kill dat boy too! His is mine
to protect!"
Remy butchers the man. Sword flying swiftly as a spark, hacking at limbs,
face and torso. The beast honked and bleated as a goat would do when being
decimated. Remy did this with officiousness. He carried no notable
expression.
He finished savagely as Remy perforated the goat's body. It arched its
back, mouth heaved blood and sagged open. The blade stuck in its husk like
a burning rod of heat in the musty sultriness air.
"Your duty is done. Depart us." Remy hissed his its dead ear. He let the
abomination flop, letting its bones crack on the ground. Blood pooled the
boiling ground.
Remy wiped his grisly sword, contaminated with hybrid blood. He then
moved on as if this murder was just a figment of his imagination.
""Xhono, pono, mono, JonoWarriorrrrrrrrr! K!!!"

"Hey Dean." Jonah replied casually as he approached, fiddling with his
lunch in hand.
"Sup Jonah?" Dean spoke spontaneously with a bright, original smile. He
had braces on his teeth and his chubby checks formed his smile as a shape
similar to underarmour logo. His cosy Peru brown eyes were alive, and his
lukewarm face seemed to be rounded by felicity.
"Pretty good." Jonah said idly. "How did you do on the exam? Finally, it's
over. Felt like slavery."
Dean sighed and raised his head up and around at the commotion caused
by the other kids hanging around and chasing each other. It was interesting,
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since the fact everyone had just come out of a 2-hour English exam. No one
looked bothered and worn out.
"Well, to be honest, I did genuinely fine. I mean. Ahhh..." Dean quickly
sipped his iced honeycomb flavoured milk. "The essay was probably my most
confident. But of course, the film analysis was super easy." He grinned to the
left, his dark eye brown ascending. "Also, my favourite."
Jonah bit his sandwich. "Same."
"Yeah. But, I did pretty horrible on the grammar section." Dean admitted,
looking down at his black shoes and lowered academic socks. Teachers really
stress about that. "I am not sure why. I guess I was just bad or I'd missed
something... I don't know, English isn't my favourite subject. In Jap, I got
over 80%."
Jonah smiled. '80%? That's brilliant. I think that's an A right?"
"Jonah, the bell curve is rigged. I got a B.
"What da bum? Why?" Jonah's aggravation towards the school just got
ever so greater.
"Jonah." Dean paced. He had trouble keeping eye contact, which was also
a problem Jonah faced. "It is a stupid bell curve. They compare your results
the rest of the year level."
There was a long awkward moment of silence, for the two boys. While
the world seemed all real around them, they just stood there, eating their
recess. Jonah was curious why Dean didn't ask him a question. It was normally
him that got Jonah into a conversation. So, Jonah took the challenge to think
of an appropriate one for a start.
"Soo... I am thinking of pumping out some Minecraft videos soon. Maybe
a pvp online?"
Dean flinched as if he was dozing off. "Yeah. Ok. Maybe Jonah. I
recommend you doing and Q and A, because that's what most YouTubers do
and it gets a lot of views."
"I was already thinking about something like that, but okay. Sounds
good." Awkward silence. Again. Perhaps it was the tiredness of the exams?
Danm it! Jonah had to go first again! He was never very sociable at all, so it
was a struggle to even kick start a conversation which will actual last until the
bell rings!
Then, his eyes appealed to an anomaly. A man hiding behind the tall caged
fence. He looked like a man from the Matrix: all black trench coat, slacks. His
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head was bold and tanned, which remind Jonah of Remy, but it was obviously
wasn't his stepdad. He never wears clothes like that.
"Dean... Can you see that man over there? What is he doing?" Jonah
pointed in the direction.
"What?" Dean turns. He took a while to follow his gaze until his faced
morphed from blank to mystified. "Woah. Ok. Maybe it's just, you know,
another special guest speaker maybe." Dean reassured. "He's probably go on
speaking about, about drugs and alcohol and how that stuff is gonna get you
edgy. And so on."
Jonah scoffed. "It's the same, old, repeated, cringeworthy, crap! If it is a
presentation about drugs, I'll easily bet 1000 bucks on that. Why can't the
school choose a topic decides climate change, race wars and refugees? Why
can it be about video games or mythology and books!"
Dean chortled a laugh. The way he did it was glorious and contagious. It
made the vert atmosphere warm and chortle along with him.
The man behind began to whisper to his left to nobody. Jonah couldn't
make out his face, from how far away he was but it reminded him of a FBI
secret agent. That made him on high alert. Something was very wrong.
All of a sudden, Dean's eyes abruptly widen. His head shot up straight, his
facial expressions faded. His eyes blank without life. He looked filled with
bemusement and emptier than a bottle of water. It was almost as if Dean was
a robot, and somebody had turned him on sleep mode.
Jonah gasped. He glanced at the man, then back at Dean with an extra
sense of perplexity. He connected the dots fast, and his heart punched his
chest.
"Ugh... Dean? Are you? Are you okay?" Jonah voice sounded inadequate
and very confused. He tried to touch his shoulder with a shaking right arm,
but the man groped his arm with a grip that felt robust.
Jonah shouted in shock, his Taekwondo instincts kicking in like lightning.
He propelled his foot, full force onto the man's shin.
He yelled in shocking agony, his eyes shut and teeth blared. The yell that
sounded too familiar to go underneath the rug. A yell that sounded identically
like...
"REMY!?"
He yelled in pain again as held his right shin desperately. He looked back
up at Jonah with a face that told him, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!
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Yes, this was definitely Remy. The bold head. Red eyebrows. Pointy nose.
Critical eyes. Drooping face. Nobody on earth looks like that expect Remy.
"What the? Why? Remy, why are you here now? School hasn't finished
yet-."
"That is because it has finished, Jonah Kofous." Remy snapped his
fingers. The snap echoed and resonated within the fabric of reality and in
Jonah's head.
Then entire court yard (the whole school), suddenly was desolate, as if no
one has been here for weeks.
It took Jonah a while to take it all in. His mouth was open, though he
couldn't tell.
Seagulls and pigeons flew nearby, nibbing on scraps of lost rubbish. Just
a few seconds ago, his best friend was speaking to him. A few minutes ago,
he completed his last exam. And just a few seconds ago, the entire school was
at recess. Now it was all erased as if it wasn't real. Just a mere dream. A long-
lost memory in his mind.
The idea of being alone at school with nobody around, haunted Jonah for
some odd reason. Maybe it was the fact that being at school when nobody
was around was pointless because he would rather be doing other things than
wondering around an abandoned place.
Or maybe it was the fear of a teacher seeing him alone and probably would
come up and ask him if he would like to do some community service.
Jonah spun around, nearly falling over to look at Remy with awe. "Oh...
What was just happened?" His voice was beyond nervous.
Remy groggily got up. He straightened his trench cloak. "Jonah, that was
your disclosure to the truth. There are many wonders to this realm a lad like
you cannot possibly envision."
He seemed more interested on the Wilding Centre behind Jonah than his
actual face, because he looked as if he was worried about someone or
something else.
"Hustle Jonah, we have a no time left. Come with me. Quick!"
"What? No why? Um... Remy? Remy, what is happening?" Jonah
struggled to get Remy to listen to him because he was walking up into the
under croft, as if ignoring him.
Jonah's voice echoed in the dark lonely croft, as he trailed behind like an
untrained dog on a lead. "Remy? Remy, Remy. REMY!. What are we going to
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do now? What happened to Dean and the entire school? I need help now
Remy. Remy! WAIT REM!"
"ARRGGHH! STAP! ENOUGH! Cease yourah insipid provocations!"
Remy growled with a sudden gush of pure wrath.
Jonah ceased immediately. Who wouldn't. His voice was over kill, like
Hitler [58] dictating a vile order. It was stricter than all the teachers he met, in
his whole life, put together: kindy, primary, Greek school, middle school and
even Taekwondo.
There was always this one teacher there, that was tempted easily and yelled
like an angry neighbour when awoken from a deep slumber.
Jonah's eyes teared like a frightened baby. Honestly, he would potentially
get emotional at moments like these. Especially if your best friend and your
school has vanished into thin air, by someone that has been living with for 2,
whole, weeks!
Remy was clear. He looked red in the face, eyes bloodshot, with black
bags like a Sith lord's. His red, almost unnoticeable eyebrows forked down,
creating small infestation of orange tufts and rummaged sandpaper, on the
bridge of his nose.
His body language told Jonah that he was sick and tired of everything. He
acted and spoke like he couldn't get one break! He looked disoriented,
miserable, blunt, and most of all: appalled. Jonah was stunned, because he has
never seen Remy like this before, ever.
Jonah made a loser's whimper in his throat. It only jumped to a frightful
sob when the sound reached his ears... He turned around like a scared child.
The sound.... Ohh that sound.... It was not loud, but very unsettling. It
was a low frequency sound that was tricky to pick by the ears, but for some
reason Jonah's other senses picked it up first, like it was as if loud as a bomb.
It reminded him of an ambient noise from a Paranormal Activity film and the
Jaws theme.
The grumble travelled as vibrations, shaking the entire school. Jonah's
body felt as if a giant had pick him up like a toy and put him next to a large
speaker. It was the most terrifying sound he had heard and felt, in his life. As
it vibrated his spine, the low frequency humming got louder and louder, as if
the unseen monster was coming. Possibly from behind the corner...
It didn't come. But the vibrations got more amplified that his eardrums
were electrifying his brain. The sounds hummed as it the noises were
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breathing, similar to a hot rod engine starting up. Jonah instantaneously got a
chest pain. Like an anvil suddenly landing on the top of his heart.
Vocal cords faltered. Jonah staggered backwards, slowly as if his heart was
weighting him down. The sound of crushing footsteps was so familiar and so
large, it felt like his heart was crushed underneath it's unbelievable provoking
weight. Jonah didn't want to wait and see what this thing was. He hates this
tension. So, Jonah took off for the nearest door, luckily which was only 20
feet away. He took off up the stair well, as if it was the end of the world.
Remy's irritation drastically changed to terror. He was still too

encompassed by the fact the enemy has sent a fine specimen to kill them, just
then.
As Jonah took off running, Remy stayed behind a few seconds longer, for
his reactions were sluggish, due to the fear.
The monstrosity jogged from around the corner. A 25ft long feathered
theropod, thundered, moisten footprints of three toes, trailed behind.
Its skin was partly feathered: integument was around the top of its head,
covering its neck and covering the whole first half of its body. The thighs
were covered only, making the coating seem like clothes of the creature's legs.
Its back lacked many feathers, allowing the tail free and bare.
The feathers were of multitude of partners and colours, white near the
head, and brown and greyish around the torso. But its under skin was peculiar
and handsome. The scales were mottled of two distinct colours: royal blue
and orange.
The two colours striped the face, only to be obscured by the feathers. The
underbelly was of royal blue and the upper body, near the tail was mostly
orange, with extra hints of blue.
It's body structure was infused of both a Megaraptor and an
Australovenator. Its arms were long and had a 14 to 16-inch, crescent mooned
claws, that was on each hand.
The feet were of a Velociraptor and its eyes were shaded by two small
flaps. Its rows of teeth were the size of daggers and as sharp as eroded rock
pools.
Remy's face was carved of shock and terror. He jumped backwards and
sideways in a flash, still keeping a watchful cautious eye on the giant lizard.
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To his most frightful throughs and expectations, the monster pinpointed

Remy and commenced a heinous lumber towards him. The ground seemed
to rumble. It would take three steps easily in less than 3 seconds.
Remy didn't get time to breathe, he swung the door open until it slammed
on the other side. It rebounded and closed with a popping slam, echoing up
the stairwell.
A large muffled crack was heard as the giant lizard hit the wall with too
much momentum. On the walls near Remy, the concrete shifted and mortar
sprinkled like snow.
A tremendous grunting huff and puff sound followed as Remy woke up
from his fear, now slowly depleting. He rocketed up the stairs, yelling Jonah's
name in acuteness.
At about 3 stories above, Jonah looked down, his face ruffled with
adrenaline. "REMY! HURRY! QUICK! Umm. WHAT? WHAT IS THAT?"
"A vile beast of chaos! A feathered crocodile who stands on two feet. Now
FLY! MAKE HASTE!" Remy shouted as he cursory climbed the many
winding steps. "JAMES AWAITS US!"
Jonah froze as if superglue was stuck to his feet. He didn't want to believe
what his conscious recollected. It was something impossible.
"That sounded like a dinosaur..." He murmured under his breath.
Remy's feet clicked and echoed rapidly like shot guns. Jonah's legs
suddenly were more fragile as he climbed. Everything was in eerie silence,
except for the disturbance of echoing footsteps. Jonah's chest aching with
frantic surges. As they got closer to the door, Jonah's heart began to start
racing again. That sound he just heard earlier was too much for him to bare.
He didn't want to be alive to confront it.
After what felt like hours of running in circles, the door slammed open,
and Jonah jogged forward. He slowed down, putting his hands on his knees
as he caught his breath.
Jonah looked towards the darkness of the stairwell, waiting to see if Remy
was keeping up. The booming footsteps of the monster came from down
below towards Jonah left. It sounded as if it's was walking behind the art and
library building.
Luckily, a giant tree in-between the art/library and observation deck,
obscured most of the environment. Jonah preferred to not reveal the
monster's true identity. It helped with his sanity. He gripped the railing.
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"Oh my god... It could actually be a dinosaur in real life." Jonah spoke to

himself with bewilderment. He does that often when in special and weird
situations.
Remy broke through the door. His face gleaming with sweat, head
bobbing and eyes of a snarling wolf: full of dreadful determination. "HURRY
YOUNG LAD!" He clamped Jonah's shoulders with force that made him
flinch. "GAWOH!"
He then shoved Jonah like a slave, his head flopping upwards from the
power. Remy pushing him so hard, he yelped, slipped on the smooth stone
floor and almost stubbing on his face.
His heart was almost at Jonah's throat. His limbs felt stiff and were
throbbing, as if someone had pushed him off a 10-foot platform and landing
feet first on the ground. His hand breaking his fall was red with sores from
the friction.
"What was that for?!" Jonah exclaimed with a hint of anger.
Remy did not look surprised or forgiving. He looked as if what he did was
as normal as knocking someone entire stationaries off their table. He
continued his run from the mystery monster and to James. This made no
sense whatsoever. It had to be something from a dream. And yes, he got
dreams that were detailed and creative. It was harder to distinguish the
differences.
Jonah promptly got up and followed Remy, not too far behind.
"Wait!" Jonah called. He needed answers immediately.
Once they reached the bronze statue of young teenage Jesus and His
Mother Marry, a sailing shadow eclipsed the sun for a second. Jonah's trained
reflexes told him to hit the deck. The object stirred the air creating an eerie
squall of wind, like a giant robot's sword, swinging just above his head.
Remy shouted something, as Jonah's senses overheated. An irate hiss of a
large crocodile was heard as a sound of a hollowed-out explosion, made Jonah
rubberneck.
What he saw, changed his life, from then onwards.
It was a shower of bricks and dust, soaring from impact as two orange
and blue Raptor legs, with chicken feathers at its thighs, kicked and thrashed.
A tail a length of a tram, also blue and orange, attacked the air in vain, almost
if it was trying its very all to regain its balance.
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Jonah didn't like it, but he took in the scene. This monster had just waited
just below where the Ruby Tout Theatre was and pounced when Remy and
Jonah ran passed unware.
If it wasn't for his skilled reflexes, Jonah would have been beheaded,
because, that squall of wind, was the dino's slash of its colossal clawed hand.
It somersaulted forwards and landed upside down, with its scaly hide
flattering large pieces of carpet, concrete, sprinkling glass and clusters of beige
lockers.
It was common sense for anything alive to take off running like a psycho,
as soon as the dinosaur's body flipped over on its side. More debris crashed
and destroyed the Kearney building even more.
Remy looked behind, vitally concerned. Jonah pelted with all his energy,
shrilling, "REMY! REMY! GO! GO! GAWOH!"
Remy didn't need another order. No one orders him to do anything. But
he ran, with his mouth open.
Jonah ran boldly and recklessly. He leaped over the railing of Edmund's
court yard, parkour style (though he wasn't even good at it), hopping and
leaping on the three larger steps below.
Remy, as being less capable of attempting that feat, ran on the right side,
towards the Cunnings music and drama building and then ran, diagonally
alongside Jonah. Nearly sideswiping the statue of Blessed Edmund Rice. [59]
Remy looked like he was running all his life. His petrified face like of
stone. His feet clawed forward, back and forth. Back and forth. Back and
forth.
Behind, another pair of running feet could be heard. CRUSH, BLAM.
CRACK VROOM! It was heavier, of much more volume and magnitude.
Jonah expected an almighty roar, like the one from Jurassic Park. But none
came. Instead, all he heard was huge feet, gaining closer and closer. The low
frequency sound humming like a hot-rod.
Jonah's stomach was stitching, but his heart punched his ribs as if urging
him onwards like a whip.
The two zipped through the carpark, through the school gates, that was
also an opening to the Heyington train station, and up the narrow yellow
stairs, that caused Jonah to clamber with Remy right behind.
As their many frantic steps banged the tin below, the T-rex thing, huffed
like a bull, its pace slowing down for a few moments. Enough time for the
two to reach the summit.
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They ran fully again, to the left. Across the concrete bridge, which was
fenced by 5 feet painted white.
Below, a hissing bleach filled the air, as a bus-size protruding reptile face,
bobbed below, as if reaching from the train tracks.
It caved in white 5 foot walls with its sharp teeth of its upper jaw. The
wooden holding it together groaned and splintered. Unfortunately, the entire
sheet slapped Jonah across the arm, slicing it as he fell forward screaming
idiotically.
"GRAWAHH!" Remy bellowed in intimidation. He pulled out a dagger
from his blazer pocket. "In Khonsu's [60] name, squirm! Foul demon!"
He dropped the knife into the dinosaur's right side of it face, dangerously
close to its eye. It rasped and growled, sending a wisp of horrid orders.
Its head recoiled backwards, the knife still imbedded in a carter of dark
blood and broken blue scales.
Saliva hanged loosely like cobwebs on its triangular teeth, caught in the
stream of wind created by its clamouring breath. Its maw was a portal into
the Netherworld, of everlasting torment. It was pink and filled with a smell
of raw beef, methane, old ham and garbage.
With no time to spare, Remy scooped up the crying Jonah, and harshly
ordered him to regain his senses. They continued to run the last few feet of
the bridge and passed the jogging track. They ran up another set of tin steps
before reaching the footpath and the old wooden seat of Heyinton Pl.
Awaiting them, next to the red Australian Post box, was a 20-foot-long
Egyptian reed boat, parked over two packing places, like your average bus.
To Jonah, it looked like a supersized surf board or raft that could hold
about 5 people. On either side of the boat, were curved Viking [61] like mast
heads, with a vase shaped golden binding at the tip.
A golden circle on top, was tied up with a long 20-foot rope, that went
from on end to the other. At the far front, preached like a horse on a chariot,
was a creature right out of the Kane Chronicles recordings.
It was a hybrid creature: back half of a brown lion and the front half of a
brown hawk. Its bird like front feet were as bronze as florescence orange and
talons similar in size of the dino's teeth.
Its eyes were literally a definition of urgency. Its black pupils were as clear
as day light and as stunning as a Santorini [62] sunset, with a glorious bronze
backdrop.
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Jonah remember everything now. This was the reed boat summoned by
Walt Stone back in the Throne Of Fire recording. This was the same boat the
Kanes and their friends sailed into battle with. It was pulled by the griffin
Freak that Carter tamed in the Brooklyn Museum. But, that couldn't be
possible, the story was a work of fiction.
But when Jonah saw who was on deck, made his day. His excitement went
off the charts. Holding the rope, like a ship's sail on a yacht, was James.
Just imagine your fan-boy emotions spazzing, if you see one of your
favourite relatives parking outside your school with the Millennium Falcon.
That's how Jonah felt. A sensation of furor mixed with nostalgia. It the best
feeling Jonah has ever felt in his entire life.
He was possibly smiling and his face red with the enthusiasm. He was
staring to understand what is was like to be in James' shoes for a few
moments. It was a blessing. Happiness truly is the best medicine.
"JAMES! OH MY GOD!" For a moment, Jonah had forgotten his hand
was bleeding, and the pain went numb. He beamed and jumped up and down.
"Yah ohhh, Jonah! Bless the gods, you escaped alive!" James replied. His
voice as shilling as an excited puppy. Man, James really was all Jonah wanted
to see at the moment, due to the T-rex just behind them.
James rooted his legs to the side of the boat, ready to go full throttle.
"Hurry! Father! Let's hit the skies! The beast is pursuing!"
"Don't dawdle!" Remy pushed passed Jonah as he leaped onto the boat.
It took an extra second for Jonah to cut out of his excitement.
Remy hauled the ropes. "SHUTZZ!" Freak didn't 'freak" as he normally
would. He simply did the smartest thing in the situation: fly and get out of
here.
Its wings flapped so fast, Jonah couldn't see them. They made an
unbelievable loud noise like a helicopter would do. This was enough to make
Jonah fully comprehend, that Kane Chronicles recordings were utter truth.
Jonah probably made a priceless face as the boat took off to the sky, like
a roller-coaster. He was so unprepared that it was pathetic. This was why
seatbelts were invented.
Jonah went airborne, just as James reached with travailing effort. Jonah
screamed, possibly as loud a griffin would do. James' face was contorted, teeth
clenched. His arm flexed, veins and muscles bulging. One of his hands held
the rope and the other Jonah's arm.
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His long, disaster of a haircut, smothered his face like a Bergamasco. He

slowly got Jonah close enough for him to grasp a safe hold to the centre rope.
This was actually the worst choice of transportation ever.
Below, a huge crunch and a crash was created by heavy twin jaws.
Jonah wished out of all odds, a train would've come at the right time and
mangled the beast into rail kill. But nope. Metro trains is still unreliable, even
when at life and death situations. Plus, that would've have been hard to
believe, they were never on time for anything. Especially at this moment in
particular.
The wind cut into Jonah's ears, as the boat flew higher and higher. The
dino regained balance, as he had a descent observation of the creature.
It was feathered around the neck and torso, with scales of a strange but
erotic combination of blue and orange colour. Its thick counterbalancing tail
was as long as its body and possessed long and useful arms like a raptor. Most
unusual, it had three distinct toes that stabbed the ground. It took the same
appearance Jonah had expected of the theropods he has seen in all those
books of his childhood. But now, instead of feeling warming nostalgia, he felt
pure consternation. His childhood bravery was gone. Forever... He was
leaving his days of worshipping dinosaurs at a great speed, as the reed boat
turned left for a U-turn, and headed for the City Link. The dinosaur
disappeared in the foliage.
Jonah's heart felt as if a weight had finally been removed from it. He still
was struggling to take everything in his small mind.
“WHERE ARE WE GOING! THIS IS AWESOME!”
James besides him, turned around with a scruffy face. Jonah didn’t know
if he was cracking up or if he was just being a joker. The face carried a sense
of inspirit.
‘OH REALLY? TO THE PER-ANKH! I THROUGH YOU DIDN’T
NEED TO QUESTION THAT!”
That’s the moment when Jonah sat back and wondered. Was this real or
one of his dreams? He was so excited, he was in constant movement on the
boat: Jonah was going to actually meet the real Crater and Sadie Kane!
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6: A Taste of Battle
- Trivandrum, India
NOW, HOW COULD Tara nutshell this? First of all, she was in a class
at . All of a sudden, the evacuation alarm when off over the speakers. The
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entire campus was then ransacked by a domineering robot, in dark greenish

shielding and peculiar looking arms.
A wonky Russian boy, tried to, "save her". Then, to finish it off; an entire
army body painted, Australian aboriginals, began casting strange spells, similar
to what she has seen from her Hindu has done.
7: Nome 358
JONAH’S BUBBLING EXCITEMENT shifted uneasily in his

stomach. As the wind howled and bothered his eyes, his chest swelled up
into trepidation.
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the nome is in inner earth. it remined joanh of that movie jorney to the
centre of the earth, staring
That shook him. Jonah was so caught up in his exams, that he hadn't
even realised he had been magical kept in school all the way up until
Christmas Eve! "Tomorrow is Christmas for crying out loud!"
And last but not least, this is Khulan Munkhbold. She is the newest one
here. She was introverted and didn't talk much during our lessons. We even
got slightly worried about her well being, until one day, her family was
attacked by Mongolian death worms near Turtle Rock. Walt
She hosts the powers of Shed: the Egyptian saviour god, and bane of all
dangerous creatures. She fought those things on a wild horse, along with a
lace of surging black electricity. She confronted them like a dog confronting
a cat. It completely obliterated our expectations of her. Khulan is a bad-
hamar." Walt
"What's a bad-hamar? I through it was bad-as-"
"Yeah, that's exactly what it means. But you get the idea." Walt
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"Anyway. even though she destroyed those disgusting maggots, her

family was already gone. The poison is so venomous that the prey dies
instantly.
He spoke as if the spell was for a destructive purpose.
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- 5:30 PM Brooklyn, December 23rd 2013

THE SLIGHT SHIMMER of light, laboured on a short way but

He silenced the voice in his head.

The frosty sheets of ice outside the commotion of the

Their screams are drowned by a blast. Flashing lights completely blocked

Then, robot's hand transformed to normal and

A STONE WALL EXPLODED! Carter fell

CARTER HAS A bad habit of underestimating new villains. No matter

Rapidly, the scorching arch swallowed many magicians. Sounds of

The hieroglyphic shone in a grand light purple luminous dome, exploding

wrapped in cords which enabled it to erupt completely in strange flaming

He stumbled backwards, never daring to remove eye contact with the

weapon. Heavy, velociously, voltaic-like sounds, made Carter's ears sting,

The helicopter volume raised intensely. A shadow, clouded Zia's view in

A bronze and white shimmering hieroglyph, swirled into existence, in a

"HURRY! LEAVE THE MORTALS HYPERTITAN! WE'VE GOT

6:00 AM, December 24th 2013, Melbourne

JONAH SCRUNCHED OVER, like a sandwich on his chaotic bed;

which according to Jonah, suits her astonishingly. Her hair is as long as a

it wasn’t a few seconds ago. It was too much of coincidence, so it seemed as

""Xhono, pono, mono, JonoWarriorrrrrrrrr! K!!!"

Remy's irritation drastically changed to terror. He was still too

To his most frightful throughs and expectations, the monster pinpointed

"Oh my god... It could actually be a dinosaur in real life." Jonah spoke to

His long, disaster of a haircut, smothered his face like a Bergamasco. He

entire campus was then ransacked by a domineering robot, in dark greenish

JONAH’S BUBBLING EXCITEMENT shifted uneasily in his

"Anyway. even though she destroyed those disgusting maggots, her

He spoke as if the spell was for a destructive purpose.

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