a shrine of blood novel: Bloodlust

A shrine of blood: Bloodlust

By Owen Jennings

                                                           chapter 1

I've always loved the sand. When I was younger I would spend days, weeks even months going out each day after school to explore the desert or looking out from the balcony of my home in Cairo longingly wishing to become it and let my worries slip through my fingers. My name is Owen Jennings, due to the order following my every move I must be inventive of mine and my friends names, however the places and people I have mentioned are real (apart from the peoples names) and more than once have I believed that I would have never have been successful In life without the change, although not one day passes when I wished I would suddenly become human.

At the end of my human life I was 15. I had moved to Egypt due to a tragic accident that involved my parents. When I was 6. Both of my parents died in a car crash in England while they were visiting my uncle. I spent 2 years living at my grandparents until they too died on a cruise liner called (you guessed it) titanic. My uncle took me in, his wife and kids were friendly. It was perfect, my uncle was a billionaire (he was a author). I would like to say we lived happily ever after but it was never to be. When I was 10 my uncle took me bowling, his wife and kids had flue so stayed at home. We had managed to avoid the paparazzi long enough to escape back home only to find the house burned to the ground. He had left his phone at home and mine was off staring at the burned remains of my new family I would like to say I screamed in pain vowing to avenge there deaths but I was no super hero. Me and my uncle made a silent decision to move to a differant country taking out the phone he called the airline. we arivedan hour later we chose a country that i had been going to ever since i could remember. Egypt. 

That's enough of my family history however my Egyptian life was not perfect on the contrary it was horrible, i was bullied and humiliated not to mention from a differant country, but back to when I was 15. Like all teenagers school was a pain I didn't fit in with anyone, i wasn't nerdy or despising life and i certainly did not look strong or even as if I would even get a date, hell I couldn't even get rid of the spot on my chin and was constantly moving not towns or countries just streets. The worst thing was I was always going to the same school therefore I was a weirdo and the strange person, simple. However this would all change the night I met the Egyptian goddess of warfare.

 The burning hounds of wind yapped at my bear ankles playfully leaving tiny scratches as they passed round my lower legs. I had ditched school through much thought of whether to accept the bullying or find someone or something that atleast gave a damm about me. In the end I decided to ditch school and I left at 9, just before the bus driver noticed me and forced me to get on the bus. The worst mistake of my human life. The sun beat down on me with a vengeance and too late did I realise that my water supply was becoming alarmingly depleted. Blindly I trudged on hoping that eventually the sun would halt for just a minuet and allow me a small amount of paradise. However the impossible never happened and the sun continued my execution. By 6 I realised that with the sun my hopes of surviving were plummeting I turned on my phone to find, oh yes no signal shit shit shit how stupid i had been. I Slowly headed back. Towards 7 the cold quickly enveloped me and then I noticed the horrifying truth. Scorpions. Id spent years studying scorpions and was now kicking myself for forgetting what I had learnt years before. It was as if a divine force was specifically trying to ruin my day. How close I had come to the truth without noticing.

I new I had come to the nest of one before I saw its black glinting eyes sticking out of a hole it was tiny and in its eyes I saw death and death stared back. It sprinted towards me I sprinted away eventually I realised I had outrun it I stared at the floor as my ankle started to flare another scorpion stood in front of me its stinger bursting in-between my sandal pads. I fell to the floor paralysed squishing the bugger (I took some small consolation in that). For what seemed like hours I lied there writhing and screaming in agony until she appeared the demon goddess herself, sekhmet.

I knew it was her. I had read through hundreds of Egyptian mythology books since I was born in England since I had always loved mythology books and it seemed t be about the only thing I was good at in school . She certainly looked the part she looked like a belly dancer but not like in the movies a proper one, but her head was what mesmerised me, her head was constantly changing from a violent but beautiful head to a head that was as calm as a pond without wind and soon I realised how the scorpion skin seemed so insignificant that my fears were starting to take over my body and I screamed with fear until she spoke.

"Owen my son do you wish to join my court as my warrior, servant, child and brother and to live in harmony with the rest of my court" her voice was elegant and though I wanted to tell her were she could shove her offer but her words were as mesmerizing as the scorpions eyes and as I thought that the pain once again flared through my body. "Owen if you accept all pain will be taken from you and a gift will be bestowed on you beauty and intelligence of the gods will follow and then my warrior you will live through the millennium" her final words of wisdom persuaded me and as I realised with my life her image was fading what I thought was a shout that was a triumph over death but what probably ended up as a whisper I said "yes goddess" and for a second the pain stopped I felt warmth pass through my body and as she laid her palm against my shoulder she bent down to kiss my neck and in a single movement tore it open with her teeth.