Page 37 - SMITE Magazine Issue 33

FICTION

Janus’s head spun to it’s younger visage as a

blue light began to form between his fingertips. All

at once - before the ball was even large enough to

fit an arm through - a sort of implosion occurred.

The small orb became nothing more than a large,

misshapen ball of feathers and flesh, a disgusting

crunching noise echoed around, and bits of gold

fell from it. In a panic the group around the orb

stood upright, grabbed their weapons, or stared

on in curiosity as the automaton - unflinchingly

- dug his fingertips into the edges of the orb and

forced it open. From it came the winged goddess.

“Isis-- Are you alright?” The last of the sand fell

from the beetle as he scurried over to the goddess.

There was a stifled groan as she rolled

over in his claws. Some words came from her,

however there were mostly incomprehensible.

“Oh dear-- come, come! We can take

her to the battlegrounds-- The fountains

there have healing waters.”

The automaton, eager to leave the sandy

place, tugged open another portal and slipped

inside. The two blue beings - the female first, the

male lingering and gazing over the wounded Isis -

followed soon after and Khepri, knowing little else

to do with her crumpled form, followed through.

--

When they stepped out, they were

greeted by the mangled crocodile, a corpse

with a stick, and a flying, buzzing man.

By Jessica Seney

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