I walked down the stairs to find a mix of ice, fire, and flying crayons in the Great Room. Just like every other morning, it was chaotic; sometimes, it was hard for me to believe that this army was fighting chaos four years ago. I mean, I wasn't here, but I would've killed to be. I love battles. Don't take it the wrong way, it's just that you really find out who your friends really are and who's actually there for you when you're facing death at every waking moment. Plus, you get the chance to prove yourself, which is exactly why someone like me, someone overlooked almost everyhere he goes, would like it.
All throughout my life, I have been average. Never seen by anybody, ignored by everbody. I was nothing special, so that's what I had always wanted to be. Special, visible. So as soon as my mom got the call asking for help from the Kanes, I had wanted to be a magician.
It turns out that my dad had no idea that mom was a magician. She didn't believe in using her powers, she thought they would only bring her trouble, so she didn't use them and pretended to be a normal person. When we found out she was Blood of the Pharaohs, we had a thousand questions, but she didn't want to answer them. The only thing we could get out of her was, 'My powers are trouble, I haven't used them since I was eight.' Calls kept coming form the Kane army, more urgent than before. I wanted to help them, I wanted to join their army, but my mom refused to let me go. She said that as long as I was under 18, I wouldn't fight for an army of troublemaking law breakers. She took away my driver's license so that I wouldn't take the car, and that was it. She knew me well enough to know that I wouldn't walk to New York from Utah, so I had no choice but to wait. I waited for two years, I graduated high school, and I moved to Brooklyn. It was probably the best choice I ever made.
I walked down the stairs, where three nineteen year old magicians stood trying to set the Thoth statue's head back on its body. Shelby stood giggling a few feet away, I guess she was the culprit. She caught me looking and gave me her innocent smile bedore backing away and slipping on some ice Felix had left lying around. Her face immediately went cherry red as she tried to get back up and slipped again. I laughed and went outside.
The banwuent table was set up, as always, and was crowded with what was only half the initiates, the other half were attending their last day of school. Even with half the population gone, the table was still crowded, and the hundred chairs that were set up left about twelve people standing. I grabbed a plate, lloaded it with bacon, toast, and a grapefruit and went back inside.
The magicians had left, leaving Thoth's head crooked and ready to fall and smash into a thousand peices. I looked around nervously and retrieved my wand from the Duat.
I had never been that good at magic. Actually, I was a huge failure at magic, but I was always looking for ways to improve, though they never went well. "Hi-nehm," I spoke the command and watched a silver tendril of magic weave their way through the head and neck of the Thoth statue. After a moment, the tendils pulled themselves tight, much like a nurse does when she stitches a patient up. But apparently, this thread was too weak to hold the head up, the magic snapped, pulling what was now two separate threads out of the statue. Thoth's head tumbled off his body and crashed into the floor, smashing into a thousand peices and scattering itself across the floor.
Initiates heard the crash and came running in. They had it fixed in a second and together created a Hi-Nehm spell powerful enough to mend the whole statue. It was obvious I had tried to do something to it magically, because an Earthquake wouldn't have had enough force to move the two ton, stone head. No one scolded me or told me I was a terrible magician, which made me feel worse than if they would have. If they would have yelled, it would have meant they believed I could do better, but they didn't. They spared me the lecture because they knew I could do no better. That truth made me feel worse than if the head would have fallen on me. For a second, I wished it had.
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