At least I had the foresight to take a firm hold of a rope
as we entered the labyrinth. It likely
saved me another trip overboard. This
time because a serpent burrowed up from the sandy ground and burst through the
labyrinth’s shallow waters to attack us.
Almost running us aground in
the process.
Naturally Cindy wasted little time in leaping to
attack. Which turned out…not to be the
best of ideas. It left Duamatef
vulnerable. That made one thing suddenly,
and abundantly, clear. With the girls
protecting the Deities of the Canopic Jars, and Andrew guiding the ritual, I
was the only one truly free to deal with the serpent.
So I told them to get out of there. I’d take the snake while they got to
safety. Is it reckless of me? Certainly.
It’s stronger and tougher than I am, more agile than Cindy. It’s more powerful than anything I could
reasonably be expected to handle on my own.
But it still looked like our best bet.
Besides, Marduk was ostensibly outmatched by Tiamat, and for
all his strengths Zeus is not the engine of destruction that Typhon is. Yet both gods defeated those foes. Even if it is mutual, my uncle Jormungand is
fated to fall to Thor. Hino unceasingly
hunts the horned serpents, and should he find them there death is
inevitable. Though Andrew was the one
that finalized the mystical bindings it was my father who weakened Kur enough
to be bound by a pair of Demigods, and I was the one that wrapped him in the
chain Gleipnir.
It is a theme that echoes across tales, cultures, and
time. Dragons fall like autumn leaves in
a gale before those who lord over such winds.
I will simply have to ensure that it stays that way.
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