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my sand and his water, gravity completed the job as
it pulled him down, deep into the sea. How ironic.
Entry 4
I finally reach the shore. However, the atmosphere
here seems no different from the sea. I am heading in
the right direction, of this I am sure. After having the
same recurring dream, I confronted Ra with curiosity
in my mind. What did it mean? I kept seeing him,
alive and well. To make matters worse, he was once
again reunited with his beloved. All Ra had for me was
that I still had a chance to patch my dark past up. He
provided me directions and now, here I am. Patching
up is not what I intend to do. Anyway, it seems as
though he’s had some ‘patching up’ done himself.
Entry 5
I am now upon familiar grounds. The sands flows
through me so freely, almost as if the desert and I
are one. I continue to make my way east as I enjoy
my grainy company. They constantly speak to me,
telling me stories of what has been done and what
has yet to occur. Right now, they are confirming my
suspicions. Wait, what’s this? A familiar face is heading
towards me. I see him clearly now. My father, Geb.
Entry 6
This place has made him weak. My sand was
enough to lock him down, making him stationary. I told
him about my dream and asked what he thought of it.
He grunted while trying to escape the new locks I made
for him. I walk away, all the while hearing him go on
about how the throne of Egypt would never be mine.
Entry 7
He is near. I can almost hear him, calling out
to me. He was always the one everyone adored.
All I ever did was work hard to win their wars. How
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do they repay me? With disdain and fear. All the
love and respect was directed towards him. As the
final insult to all that I have done, they hand him
the throne, the power to rule all of Egypt. I did what
I had to do, I removed him permanently from the
throne - along with a few of his loyal followers just
to let them know that I was always meant to be in
charge. That I always deserved the throne. That
I was fated to be the one true ruler of Egypt.
Entry 8
The one person that gets under my skin just as
much as he did is his despicable son. We’ve been
through many battles and as much as I hate to admit
it, he is as skillful as he claims to be. Although, he
does seem to have grown weaker ever since his
left eye came into my possession, unwillingly on
his part. I am expecting him soon, there’s no doubt
about that. After all, he loves his father just as much
as he loves the eye that I am holding in my palm.
Entry 9
Well, that was disappointing. It didn’t take long at
all. His blind fury easily led to his downfall. Very much
like Geb, he now lies on the ground, immobilized, under
layers of sand as well as stone for good measure. I
have no time to admire my handiwork. My feelings
are at their peak. There is no denying my visions now.
There he stands, a flail in one hand and a sickle in
the other. Some of his limbs appear to be in the form
of a smoke or mist. No matter, it is time to correct
the mistake I have made in the past. The mistake of
not splitting him into more than a mere 8 pieces.
‘We meet again at last’, Set whispers to
Osiris, with a smile curling up his lips.
By Timothy Tian
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