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someone was out there. She
needed to get back to the human realm.
She jabbed the horse’s flanks with her heels and
forced him into a full gallop. The green palms and water flew by in a blur. The
steed grunted in protest and fought her command to line up with the entry to
the portal. “Come on, boy. Get it together.”
She yanked her sword free and pointed to the
center of the invisible layer. The sword glowed with the power she forced into
the metal. Next to her father, she was the only other god that could transport
via dark and light energy. She could absorb and expel it at will.
Energy shot from the tip of her blade and pierced
the mortal plane. The matter opened at the center, revealing the dock and
familiar human buildings. It was large enough to let them pass. She loosened
her hands on the reins and leaned forward in anticipation of Execution’s jump.
The horse shifted, but not in the direction she
commanded him. His back legs stiffened and he dug his hooves into the sand.
From super speed to an abrupt halt, Siya shot over the horse’s head. She missed
the now collapsing portal.
Her head and spine cracked against the black reef
jetting out of the sand. The impact ejected her sword from her grasp. As she
rolled to locate her weapon and Execution, the grating of broken bones took her
breath away. Struggling for air, blood bubbled from her mouth.
What happened to that gods' damn horse? Execution’s
head was down and he limped towards her. She reached her arm out to leverage
herself against the sand and dragged her body to her sword.
Movement in the shadows drew her blurry gaze. A
large cloaked figure shifted in the silver moonlight. Henry’s devil. Panic overwhelmed her. Digging her fingers into the sand, she clawed her way to
her weapon. She had younglings counting on her. Humans to protect.
The dark male grabbed Execution’s reins and pulled
him away. Siya’s fingertips grazed the hilt. If he hurt her horse, she would
gut him. Raging against the pain, she thrust herself forward and wrapped her
palm around the thick handle.
The male stepped on the blade, rendering it
immobile. Unwilling to die without a fight, she forced herself up onto her
knees. Her powers would heal her injuries, but she feared not soon enough.
He knelt and snatched the curved saber from her
waist. Barely able to hold herself up, she failed to stop him. Cool fingers
grazed her temple, robbing her powers and buckling her limbs beneath her.
Darkness crept into the corners of her vision. She lunged and slammed into a
wall of muscle. Large firm hands clasped her and restrained her feeble attack.
More warmth flooded her body and drained her last reserves of energy. A black
shroud closed in, sleep overwhelming her need to survive. She slammed her palms
into the broad chest to break his hold. Her power waned and she slumped against
him.
Her exile had weakened her after all. She would never
be able to defeat her father or Apep. They had come to destroy all of it.
Chapter Ten
Bomani stared down at the goddess cradled against
his chest. Her wet hair clung to his exposed arm. The scent of lilacs and blood
filled his senses. A large laceration on her scalp stopped bleeding and slowly
knitted itself back together. If not for his powers to subdue her, she would
have recovered fully within minutes. That, he could not have, not with the
lethality hidden beneath the beauty.
Isis , he had the Goddess of War in his
arms. A legend he had read about in the ancient texts. There were few warriors
left from the primordial wars, and few talked about those times. It had always
been a mystery as to how his predecessor was killed in battle. Bomani could
find no record of Khalfani’s death, other than his last entry in the
Commander’s ledger, announcing the Pantheons’ victory over Apep.
He appraised the goddess. A part of him still
denied the truth of her identity, but the horse’s brand and matching
hieroglyphics on her forearms beguiled his
needed to get back to the human realm.
She jabbed the horse’s flanks with her heels and
forced him into a full gallop. The green palms and water flew by in a blur. The
steed grunted in protest and fought her command to line up with the entry to
the portal. “Come on, boy. Get it together.”
She yanked her sword free and pointed to the
center of the invisible layer. The sword glowed with the power she forced into
the metal. Next to her father, she was the only other god that could transport
via dark and light energy. She could absorb and expel it at will.
Energy shot from the tip of her blade and pierced
the mortal plane. The matter opened at the center, revealing the dock and
familiar human buildings. It was large enough to let them pass. She loosened
her hands on the reins and leaned forward in anticipation of Execution’s jump.
The horse shifted, but not in the direction she
commanded him. His back legs stiffened and he dug his hooves into the sand.
From super speed to an abrupt halt, Siya shot over the horse’s head. She missed
the now collapsing portal.
Her head and spine cracked against the black reef
jetting out of the sand. The impact ejected her sword from her grasp. As she
rolled to locate her weapon and Execution, the grating of broken bones took her
breath away. Struggling for air, blood bubbled from her mouth.
What happened to that gods' damn horse? Execution’s
head was down and he limped towards her. She reached her arm out to leverage
herself against the sand and dragged her body to her sword.
Movement in the shadows drew her blurry gaze. A
large cloaked figure shifted in the silver moonlight. Henry’s devil. Panic overwhelmed her. Digging her fingers into the sand, she clawed her way to
her weapon. She had younglings counting on her. Humans to protect.
The dark male grabbed Execution’s reins and pulled
him away. Siya’s fingertips grazed the hilt. If he hurt her horse, she would
gut him. Raging against the pain, she thrust herself forward and wrapped her
palm around the thick handle.
The male stepped on the blade, rendering it
immobile. Unwilling to die without a fight, she forced herself up onto her
knees. Her powers would heal her injuries, but she feared not soon enough.
He knelt and snatched the curved saber from her
waist. Barely able to hold herself up, she failed to stop him. Cool fingers
grazed her temple, robbing her powers and buckling her limbs beneath her.
Darkness crept into the corners of her vision. She lunged and slammed into a
wall of muscle. Large firm hands clasped her and restrained her feeble attack.
More warmth flooded her body and drained her last reserves of energy. A black
shroud closed in, sleep overwhelming her need to survive. She slammed her palms
into the broad chest to break his hold. Her power waned and she slumped against
him.
Her exile had weakened her after all. She would never
be able to defeat her father or Apep. They had come to destroy all of it.
Chapter Ten
Bomani stared down at the goddess cradled against
his chest. Her wet hair clung to his exposed arm. The scent of lilacs and blood
filled his senses. A large laceration on her scalp stopped bleeding and slowly
knitted itself back together. If not for his powers to subdue her, she would
have recovered fully within minutes. That, he could not have, not with the
lethality hidden beneath the beauty.
Isis , he had the Goddess of War in his
arms. A legend he had read about in the ancient texts. There were few warriors
left from the primordial wars, and few talked about those times. It had always
been a mystery as to how his predecessor was killed in battle. Bomani could
find no record of Khalfani’s death, other than his last entry in the
Commander’s ledger, announcing the Pantheons’ victory over Apep.
He appraised the goddess. A part of him still
denied the truth of her identity, but the horse’s brand and matching
hieroglyphics on her forearms beguiled his
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