The Thanatos Prophecy

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Night IX

Night IX
An Experimental Check

Anubis couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

How could he have washed up so far away from his precious town? The district of Aegea was several miles away from where he actually needed to be. He didn’t know what to do.

To be honest, he didn’t even remember falling into the river at any point of time. All he remembered was being pinned in the middle of a collapsed, frozen tree as Raqiyah stood over him. How he had managed to end up in the river itself, he didn’t know.

For that matter, how were Honoka and his mother doing right now? Had they fallen into the river too? Did they manage to make it to the doctor?

Maybe his mother was doing fine, healed by that so-called ‘miracle cure’ the doctor had supposedly made. He hoped so.

A hand landed on his shoulder comfortingly as he flinched slightly.

Turning around, he noticed Mahad giving him a look of concern.

“Look, Anubis,” he began, “wherever you originally came from seems to be too far for you to get there by foot. At least, not in time for whatever is bothering you,” the Aeiytian deduced.

“Why don’t you come back inside and we try to find a way to help you out, huh?” he gestured to the house pointedly.

He could swear he was beginning to love these siblings.

Not in the way you’re thinking, of course. It was just, well, you try falling into a river and ending up in another country and find out.

Actually, don’t.

Chances are, the people you’d find, wouldn’t be this considerate in helping you out.

That is if neither the fall nor drowning in a river killed you first.

Kinda hard to do that if you’re dead, isn’t it?

“You do have a point,” Anubis noted.

Gesturing, he pointed at the apartment nearby.

“Lead the way,” he suggested, following the older male into the yard.

Bright red eyes stared at him eagerly upon entering.

"Gah!” the brunette hopped back in surprise at the sudden face.

“Oi, Hathor, don’t scare the poor kid,” Mahad warned sternly.

“I wasn’t scaring him...” the pigtailed girl huffed, “I was just curious.”

He begged to differ.

Walking forwards, he extended out a hand as she stared at it oddly.

“I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Anubis,” he greeted, smiling sheepishly.

“Hathor Amun-Ra,” she shook it ridiculously firmly, nearly yanking it out.

She seemed to stare at him for five full seconds before she let his hand go. He rubbed it tenderly.

“So they’re green!” she said randomly, confusing him greatly.

“Uh, what?”

The girl seemed easily excitable for some reason.

“Your eyes,” she explained somewhat triumphantly, “I was wondering what color they were. Turns out they were green,” she grinned.

“I never knew...” Anubis trailed off sarcastically.

Mahad hit him upside the head.

“I don’t need you influencing my sister with your sarcasm, kid,” he lectured, “She’s bad enough already.”

“Alright, fine. They’re green. Cool!”

Another hit to the head.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got it. No sarcasm,” he shuddered at the thought, “So what do I do now?” he asked seriously, “You said you’d try to help me out.”

“Ah, you have me mistaken, kid. I said we’d try to find a way to help you, not that we’d help you,” Mahad elaborated, “Your little friend got us quite a bit of attention in the district. Helping you out would mean getting executed by the Pharaoh.”

“But you already have...”

“... Don’t remind me,” Mahad groaned, remembering his current magic-less state.

“I still can’t believe I actually agreed to that.”

“Then what do we do?”

He turned to enter the kitchen, “For now, we eat what I prepared for us.”


Mahad’s food was godly.

The table had been set out in an array of delicious dishes, the smell immediately mouth-watering as you entered the room. Three chairs were placed carefully around the rectangular arrangement, one on either side and the last on the front end of it. A separate chair was notably pushed back some distance away, creating slight cause for concern that only three seats would be used.

Choosing not to ask about it, Anubis sat on the left of the setting, fork, and knife poised to dig into the great feast.

After all, having a hole blown through your stomach kind of lengthened the appetite. He felt starved.

There was just one problem with the simplistic scenario.

Mahad’s sister.

The red haired girl had somehow managed to simply breathe in half of the buffet, clear sounds of gulping being made. At first, he had elected to ignore it, eating quietly throughout the lunch, but then it seemed to get even louder if possible.

Needless to say, it wasn’t a pleasant meal. So he decided to ask her about it, politely, of course.

“Don’t you think you need to breathe for a second?” Anubis commented casually, staring at the girl in question.

Yeah, politely.

Said girl looked up in questioning, a chicken bone held carefully in her mouth.

“Hmm?”

“No... Nevermind,” he changed his mind immediately.

“Ignore my sister,” Mahad suggested in understanding, “She’s a bit of a glutton.”

Hathor’s hands slammed to the table suddenly, the dinnerware lifting and falling back down.

“I’m not a glutton, Mahad,” she spoke slowly as if not wanting to do something she’d regret.

There seemed to be an odd sort of unsaid tension between the two in the room as the duo locked eyes in an internal war. The Aeiytian male stared calculatingly at the angry female, before closing his eyes in frustration.

Finally, he spoke.

“...Right,” he leaned back in the chair calmly, “...You’re not.”

And then, he ate his portion of the food.

“Got that right,” Hathor muttered testily, glaring at her older brother.

Anubis felt awkward in between.

Sensing his peril, Mahad broke the food-laden silence, a much-needed question being asked.

“So Anubis,” he glanced at the younger male.

“Yes?”

“What exactly were you doing to end up with those wounds?” his gaze penetrating his soul, daring him to tell an untruth so that he could deem him an enemy.

The brunette had a feeling he didn’t want to get on Mahad’s bad side, much like his sister.

The boy scrutinized him warily like a lion ready to pounce on his prey, eyes narrowed to detect deceit.

He didn’t want to be his prey, he realized, a drop of sweat making its way down his face.

“It’s a long story, you know,” he tried to say to dissuade him.

Mahad nodded, “We’ve got time,” he pointed out.

Taking a deep breath, he began the tale, starting with what they were doing the night of his mother’s collapse, ending at where he remembered once he had been attacked and adequately injured.

Mahad stared at him in thought.

“Let me get this straight,” he furrowed his eyebrows, “Basically, you used your powers that you were warned against. Your mother collapsed, nights later. Honoka knew what would happen if you used them but never elaborated... and the three of you got attacked.”

“That’s the short version, yes.”

“Then why haven’t you been attacked before now?” Mahad raised his finger in questioning.

“Surely someone like you didn’t actually obey them all of the time. In fact, you seem like you’d want to test them out,” he noted.

“You are right...” Anubis admitted sheepishly.

“Then how were you only just attacked now? You clearly aren’t wanted if you were set to be killed by an assassin,” he explained his thoughts.

“That’s the thing... I don’t know,” the black haired male stated, “Honoka and my mom never told me anything about it... Just that bad things would happen. Back then, I guess I took it as a sort of curse.”

“A curse?” he narrowed his eyes, “Did you have any side effects?”

“A few,” Anubis said admittedly, “But nobody ever came after me wanting to kill me... Just things like plants dying and Honoka getting mildly sick,” he thought back to the time.

He hadn’t been sure if she’d ever breathe again.

“Illness and death, huh... And you’re sure you don’t know anything about these powers?” Mahad clarified, “Not even their origins?”

Anubis hesitated unnoticeably, “...No, nothing.”

Mahad sighed, leaning back in his chair as Hathor stared curiously at the conversing duo.

“To be honest, I don’t know how to help you...” the redhead explained, “You don’t know anything regarding where they came from. They’ve had side effects before... and now you’ve been attacked because of them.”

The sixteen-year-old steepled his fingers, leaning on them carefully.

“Let me ask you again,” he stared critically at the Aegean, “You don’t know anything about them?”

He nodded.

“Not even a guess? A hunch or suspicion?”

“...Magistry.”

“What?” Mahad perked up.

“I said there’s a possibility that they’re connected to Magistry- of Phaiona,” Anubis finally revealed his suspicions, thinking deeply.

“How so?”

“It’s hard to explain... but whenever I use them it’s as if I’m reading words right off of a page in a book. Except, I’m not,” he tried to elaborate.

“I’m not sure if I’m getting what you’re saying,” Mahad looked at him carefully, “Magistry’s all about reading spells off of a book- a grimoire from what I’ve heard. How can you not read from one?”

“Well there’s nothing else it matches, is there?” Anubis tried to defend himself.

“You are right, I guess,” he agreed.

“But I haven’t heard of any spells that could cause death or illness in a grimoire before,” Mahad continued in thought, “It’s practically unheard of. Unless you’re a member of the dark bloodlines of Nervonia, it can’t be possible.”

“Right.”

“Iliana is your real mother, correct?”

“...Yes.” Lie.

“Who’s your father then?” Mahad asked in confusion, lightly suspicious at the short response.

“Don’t know.” Another lie.

“Is that so...” he narrowed his eyes in frustration, “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me everything, you know.”

“Well, I was first born to the world-”

“Alright, you don’t want to talk about it. Fine,” Mahad acknowledged, “To be honest, I understand the feeling. But-”

“Then why don’t you show us the spell? I might have read about it,” Hathor piped up suddenly, entering the discussion.

“Look, Hathor-”

“Show you the spell?” Anubis was confused.

“You can’t seriously be listening to this!” Mahad exclaimed in disbelief, “Look Anubis, I don’t have to hear her plan to know nothing she ever says turns out right. You can’t go through with this.”

“Hold on, Mahad, I didn’t say I was going through with anything. I just want to hear her out,” Anubis placated the boy before him.

Turning to the fuming girl, he spoke again.

“What were you saying, Hathor?”

“I was saying,” the girl huffed indignantly, “that I’ve read a lot of spell grimoires from inside the district library. If I can identify your spoken word, there’s a chance I can find something about it,” she suggested, calming down.

“What do you say, Mahad? It’s worth a shot,” he turned back to the irritated male near him.

It seemed he had taken the role of mediator between the siblings.

“There are so many things I can see going wrong with this...” Mahad grumbled irritatedly, “For starters, your powers could get out of control and kill us. Ever thought of that?”

“Then we’ll stand far enough so that we won’t be hit,” Hathor glared.

“...We could be seen in the backyard doing this,” he continued.

“They won’t be able to tell that it’s a commoner performing this, commoners don’t have real magic.”

“What if you don’t even know his spell anyway?”

“Then there’s nothing lost,” Hathor pointed out, “we simply know that we don’t know anything about it. It’s that simple.”

This girl... is actually intelligent, Anubis realized in a slight amazement. She hadn’t seemed that way when she was having a short attention span and pointing out his eye colour though.

“...Fine,” Mahad relented, standing up and resting his utensils on the table.

“We’ll do it,” he agreed, “Just don’t come crying to me if something goes wrong.”

“Yes!” Hathor cheered triumphantly, smirking at her success.

“...So we’re really going through with this then?” Anubis hesitated slightly.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have heard her out after all.

A hand clamped threateningly on his shoulder. Looking up, he noticed Mahad staring down on him, heavily displeased.

“Relax Anubis,” he smiled strangely.

The hairs raised on his skin.

“All you need to know is that if you hit either of us, you’re dead,” he stated, marching out of the building and after his younger sibling.

What great company, right?

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