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| but not seeming to really care. Instead of taking the cigarette Kit was offering Rick took the pack and threw them in the Nile, and got a reaction from his young nephew. Kit jumped up from his seat by the Nile no longer relaxed. "God damn you. Do you know how much money that cost me?" he yelled. "I am not some kid like Alex. I'm Seventeen years old and man enough to make my own decisions. So if I want to smoke I can smoke. If I want to have a whole tent full of girls to fuck I can have that too. Go to hell and take your family with you, cause I don't need any of you." With that he took the pack of cigarettes and stomped away yelling "O'Connell." Penny ([email protected]) March 1, 2003 "WHAT?" Rick snapped watching as Kit retreated. "O'CONNELL?" Kit shouted again. "I'M RIGHT HERE WHERE YOU LEFT ME, KIT!" "O...CON...NELL!" he shouted to the heavens. Only it wasn't God or Allah who shouted back. Rick growled, fed up at the lack of response his nephew was showing him. "WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" Kit stopped, pivoted on a boot heel and glared at the man who kept shoving himself down Kit's throat at every opportunity. "IT SURE AS HELL AIN'T YOU, DUMB ASS!" "DAMMIT! THEN WHY THE HELL DO YOU KEEP SHOUTIN' AT ME?" "I AIN'T SHOUTIN' AT YOU STUPID! I'M CALLIN' MY DAMN CAMEL!" Rick rolled his eyes, throwing up both hands. "You're a real piece of work you know that? My sister must have been real pleased to have you around." As soon as the sarcasm came rolling off his tongue, Rick wanted to bite it off. He saw the look flicker in Kit's eyes for just a second. As soon as it came, it was gone. "Kit I..." "You know what I just figured out about YOUR mother, O'Connell, the best part of you ran down her leg." Kit turned and walked off, leaving Rick to stand there and stare at his retreating form. Later that night after everyone was asleep, Kit reached into his back pack and pulled the flash light from his pack. He unscrewed the cap at the bottom and the heavy golden staff slipped from it's hiding place. It wasn't much more than a foot long and laden with carved hieroglyphs. He ran his fingers over each one taking in their appearance and feeling the rough texture. What bothered him, was each time he held it, it a little bit grew warmer in his hand. Grandpare had told him there was a reason behind it. Then the old man started talking about the Chosen One and how he alone could destroy the Scepter of Seth. Ramblings of a scared old man, Kit thought and toward the end, Grandpare had been scared. No, terrified was more like it...always looking over his shoulder. Taking the long way home, when it would have taken them twenty-five to thirty minutes to drive it, they wound up getting there in a couple hours. As the scepter grew warmer in his hands, again his Grandpare's words came back to haunt him. "Guard this with your very life Kit. If you don't your Mother and Father will have died in vain, just as the Carnahan's and countless other's have. Keep it close to you. You'll know when the time comes what to do, but you must be brave child. You must be brave and keep your wits about you. Remember the power is in your hands." "Grandpare, how am I supposed to know what to do? Why couldn't you just tell me?" he whispered as he stared at it. Kit finally sighed, knowing he wouldn't get an answer and he slipped it back in it's hiding place in the flashlight and shoved it deep into his rucksack. He fished out old Aswad's journal next. This should be interesting he thought, trying to decipher those hen scratches of that old man was gonna be a long painstaking pain in the ass, so when he opened the journal and read the name on the inside cover, his mouth fell open in shock. Adinah Carnahan. AW SHIT! HE HAD THE WRONG BOOK! WHERE WAS IT? DAMN! He chilled suddenly, as he looked at the first page. It was like some one had stepped on his grave and he had a feeling he should not read from the book. Heidi Rittner ([email protected]) March 1, 2003 He slammed the book shut and stared at the cover while arguing with himself. There were two reasons he shouldn�t read it. First, it wasn�t his to read, and second, he was pretty damn sure he wouldn�t like what he would learn from it. Like his Aunt Evelyn, his curiosity overrode any feelings of caution. �Hell, it�s only a damn book,� he thought to himself. �Words never hurt no one.� He�d been using the small amount of fire light coming in through the open flap of his tent and would need better lighting now that he�d decided to have a close look at Adinah�s journal. With the journal in one hand and the rucksack in the other, Kit quietly walked the short distance to the fire and sat beside it with his back towards the other tents. He opened the cover and read the two simple words on the first page; Journal One. He turned the page and began reading. It was a detailed description on the legend of Seth and his scepter. His Papere told him this story many times when he was younger, so there was no point in reading about it. He turned to the middle of the journal and began reading. This part told him where to find the scepter. He looked to his rucksack and gave a snort. Obviously, this part was already taken care of, so he turned to the last few pages of the journal and began reading. The walls of the temple depicted two different scenes. One of a man holding the scepter with what appears to be a red glow coming from the top. Seth is standing in front of the man, offering him the symbol for eternal life; the ankh. The other, a man holding the same scepter, but with what appears to be a white glow coming out of the top. This man is being observed by many of the other Egyptian gods; Osiris, Isis, and Horus, just to name a few, but these gods do not interfere or offer temptations. According to hieroglyphs, there are three types of man. The highest number being the average man who has no power over the Scepter of Seth. Then there are the two types that do have the power over the scepter; those with the pure heart, and those with a heart of black. There are directions on how to determine which of the three categories someone would fall under. With the scepter held in both hands, one of the following must be said: For the pure of heart: My heart is pure and possesses no evil, Show me the light in the color of white For the heart of black: A heart of black I do possess, Show me the light in the color of red After deciphering the new papyri scrolls that we have found on our most recent dig, I now know how to �activate� the scepter for both good and evil. This may seem as if it would be a simple step by step process, but Seth was no fool. As Seth intended, using it for evil would be a simple enough process, but to destroy the Scepter of Seth, you must first call forth the evil. Both ways begin with the same directions and the same chant. I am still working on translating the directions, but the chant, which I have written below, must not, under any circumstances be read aloud unless the person is ready to face the consequences. Kit skimmed over the ancient foreign words, not even wanting to hear them in his head. Once these words are read aloud, the sands will rise in a circular sandstorm locking in the one who has spoken these words and locking all others out. The heavens will part and a thunderbolt will strike the ground causing it to shake and split open as the power of Seth is unleashed. The person will have the great power of Seth at his disposal. It will take great courage, strength, and a strong will for the one with the pure heart to not allow themselves to be lured to the side of evil due to the incredible thrill of having the power of the universe at your disposal. In fact, it is Seth�s hope that the pure hearted one will fail this test of strength. He studied the page to the right, which had a sketch of the wall she spoke of. It looks as though she copied down every last hieroglyphic symbol and every detail of the wall. He turned to the next page; the last page to be exact, preparing to read the part about how to destroy the damn thing. Nothing. Blank. �What the hell?� he thought. �Just as I was getting into it. Those Egyptians really had a hell of an imagination. Hopefully one day I�ll find the next journal and find out what happens next,� he thought, wanting to convince himself that this all was a load of bullshit. But then, out of sheer curiosity, he reached inside his rucksack and pulled out the flashlight. He gave a quick look around, extracted the scepter, and looked at the two different chants. With the way he�d been acting lately and the way he�d been treating the O�Connells after they�d been trying to be nice, the big dumb ape O�Connell excluded, he figured he�d be more on the side of the not-so-pure, to put it a nice way. |