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frozen and bloodied with every minor victory. She didn’t recognize it. She wouldn’t, of course.
When it seemed her fingers could no “I…” she gasped, as quietly as a parched
longer feel and the spell would surely reach desert traveler. “...am Isis, goddess of magic and
its end, her hand found the cliff’s top. Her the Egyptian sands. I request fair treatment and
heart skipped a beat. She was here. audience…” she took a last, desperate breath, the
whole world becoming a pinprick surrounded by
Her arms and whole body shook with the black. A puzzled young man with curly hair peered
effort of pulling herself up, and she collapsed down at her, listening patiently. “...with Nike.”
at the cliff’s edge, shuddering with each breath.
Her vision swam, black at the edges threatening And then the last of her strength gave out,
to overtake the image of a pair of sandaled feet and she had no time but to think she was dying.
stepping closer. She focused on the feet, and then
on the face that leaned down to look at her closer. By Yvette Lessard
20 The Official SMITE Magazine Issue #34 The GameOn Magazine
