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Sharp pain snaked through Isis’ rib cage each cliff face to climb ever faster. She was pushing herself
time she took a breath. She pulled her whole body too hard now, and the exertion went well beyond what
up the steep cliff, torn wings and all. White rocks any human would endure. But she had to finish.
tumbled down the mountain in her wake. She was
nearly there, nearly to the peak--far below her lay the Thunder crackled ever closer, the air
last shrines, worn and untended after many years. becoming charged with static. She reached for
The humans couldn’t reach any further, the breath the next handhold and snatched her hand back
snatched from their lungs and the wind turning just as lightning struck the spot and left a small,
their blood to ice. She had passed a few bodies, sizzling crater where her hand had been. She
preserved like the mummies of her homeland. stared, her breath becoming faster. Her unknown
watcher, was it Zeus? She was an unwelcome
She had to press on. visitor, sneaking in where she was not wanted.
There. She would have to be fast.
Again, someone was watching her. Isis paused Isis beat her wings, what was left of the sorry
as she reached for another handhold on the cliff and things, and hissed with the last of her strength
felt to make sure Thoth’s book was still with her. She the spell of speed and lightness that would bring
craned her neck and looked around in all directions, her closer. The Book swayed from its place tied
the wind whispering suggestions in her ear. Beads of to her back as she hopped desperately from
sweat formed on her brow, and she turned back to the one handhold to another, her fingers growing
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