SoulWeaver
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Chalice of the Immortals
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Horus .........
Unable to move, he stretched his out consciousness and gave it a shake, smiling openly to himself at their folly. His supposed peers had the temerity to judge him, Haru-Si-Ese, the great Falcon God and Son of Isis. Worms. Guilt was a mortal term and yet they had passed sentence on him as if any of his actions had actually had any meaningful effect on the great wheel of the cosmos.
The trial had been a sham. That preening fool Thoth had argued his case, he being forbidden to utter any sound lest his words settle on the great scales and subvert justice. “Justice,” he spat out the word. Isis and the once great Osiris, his once doting parents, had sat there silently fuming, not allowed to participate in either his defense, or the judgment. There was a time when Osiris would not have been so cowed. That in itself was symptomatic of all that was wrong with the great sky-house now. It was rotten. They had judged his play as ones who had never done the same things themselves. “Well,” he considered, “Maybe not the same things.” He had always taken pride in his inventiveness and sense of fun.
So here he lay, in his holding tomb of cold granite and dark magics. The faces of those who had passed judgment and watched as the great scales had tipped first to banishment, then to dissolution, etched indelibly into his memory. They had not reckoned with his cunning though for Horus had been thoughtful enough to set plans in motion, tiny seeds planted millennia ago, planted for this very treachery.
Now as the great ship resolved, high above the lush blue-green water planet, he was about to see if those seeds had germinated. If all went to plan, he would have his revenge . . .
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