5: The Possession of 'Liz Ardia 𓆚

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A dramatic pause filled the air. "A snake?!" I said, both confused and terrified. The professor and archeologist commenced, "Yes, well actually a Uraeus, a giant cobra with wings of a phoenix or eagle." Banshee, just as puzzled but unusually calm, climed the ladder rungs to investigate the situation. He opened the hatch. "Nothing so far!" He shouted below.

Everything went quiet. David Banshee slowly and suddenly came face to giant winged serpent with glowing red eyes! "'Liz?" He stated to the beast. The snake, apparently named 'Liz, hissed violently at him and wham!!! Banshee, seeing it coming ducked below before the snake could peirce his skull with his venomous fangs.

He shut the upper hatch. "We need to find a way to get up there without being killed. Any ideas?" Said Banshee as one of the giant snake's fangs came centimeters from his head. "Are you crazy!!!" I rebuttaled at the loony professor. He inertly responded to my rebuttal, "She isn't usually like this! Something must be wrong." I spoke, "How many giant snakes do you know to talk like this?" Banshee retorted."Just the one!"

Banshee called for his assistant and told her to grab some sturdy rope. I was wondering what for. Then he tied it to one of the ladder rungs with a knot called a clove hitch. It was then reinforced by a boline knot. The professor tested the knows with all his might and, knowing it's strength, started to wrap the rope around his waist and finally tying it with two overhand knots.

"I'll try to 'tame' the snake spirit. You guys make sure the rope doesn't break or get loose!" David Banshee spoke as a man of great honor. He, willing to risk his life, is putting himself in harms way to protect us all. I no longer am suspicious of the man who adopted me.

Banshee, with all his bravery, climbed each rung of each step, slowly opened the hatch, and assessed the area. The light of the sun shone on his forehead as tiny golden beams. Sweat dripped out of his nervous pores. Then he stepped to the top of the plane.

The snake turned around as she noticed the new visitor. "'Liz, it's me! Remember? The time in Cairo!" Banshee bargained. The gigantic Uraeus snake hissed a terrible hiss, so threatening it seemed insane to go forward. Weirdly, he went. He slowly walked to the snake in a friendly demeanor. To my surprise, the snake stopped hissing.

He got ever closer, BOOM! The plane jerked and flung the professor off the plane. Thank God for the rope, or he would've died. OH-NO!!! The rope is fraying. "Come on, help me grab the rope!" I told the attendant and the chef. I grabbed the rope before it snapped off. Everyone except the pilot helped me keep a hold of the rope while Banshee was dangling. I felt my palms getting sweaty. "No, no, no!!!" I'm losing my grip. I must keep a hold. He is the only one I have now. I can't lose another family member. Adopted or not, he's family now! I must - !

"Noooo!" Tears flowed from my eyes. The rope slipped out of my hands. Banshee is doomed!

Or so I thought! Banshee fell as the rope left my friends. Thinking he were to die, he accepted death. Fear and hopelessness ran down his face. "Aaaaaahhhh!!" He screamed as he fell. Then, al of a sudden, the snakes tail wrapped around his hand. He was saved. Or so we thought.

'Liz Ardia, the uraeus lifted the trembling professor and prepared to devower the old man. I thought fear would be upon his face, but there were none. He pointed his palm at the snake, much like a Buddha, and said in a large tone, "Sa'u Binet!" As he said that, a ring of hieroglyphs circled his arm. Each Hieroglyphs was composed of golden light. Then, like magic, or was it magic, the snake's eyes changed from a 'Satanic' red to a less threatening green. The snake seemed a lot calmer as well. It's as if he drove the devil out of him, or maybe he did.

"I thought you were an Egyptologist, not a mage or wizard or whatever!" I shouted, not understanding what just happened. He responded, "I am. I'm also a Magarch." Being more confused, I asked what in the world, and he explained. There are three types of archeologists:
1.) Sciarch- Archeologists focused on the sciences in Archeology.
2.) Histarch- Archeologists focused on the historical aspects of archeology.
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3.) Magarch- short for magical archeologists. We focus on preserving the magical tradition of ancient peoples through archeological finds.

The plane stabilized, and the rest of the ride was uneventful. Well, until the giant snake snuck into the plane. "Look out!" I told Banshee, still a little shook up. "Relax." He told me. "She's quite harmless!" The giant snake cuddled next to the professor. He also was petting the winged serpent with loving affection.

All of a sudden, Professor Banshee asked a question I didn't see coming. "Hey, Jonny. Can you spell her name?" What is that supposed to be? Is he making fun of me or what? I know how to spell, I'm poor, not dumb! I played his game. "L-I--!" Before I could finish the Uraeus, let a loud HISSS! She was angry with me. I tried again "L--" and she hissed louder. "Why is she angry at me?!" And Banshee said, "It's because you forgot the apostrophe!" I asked why? He tells me that she has always been sensitive about the spelling of her name as if she knew how to spell. That's one smart snake.

"More concerning is the fact that she had become quite threatening to begin with," he puzzled in our conversation. "I fear a dark mage or magarch may have possessed her!"

After an hour and a half, Professor Banshee, the crew, and I arrived at the personal landing strip at the Banshee estate. It was more like a castle than a mansion. "Wow!" I thought. This place is amazing. It is all neo classical architecture painted eggshell and gold. It is perhaps the most amazing place I've ever seen. What am I saying? It's THE MOST AMAZING PLACE I'VE EVER STEPED IN!!! I leaped into a nice soft, fluffy chair, and as I was about to fall asleep, there was a knock at the door. Professor Banshee opened the door where two police officers stood. He asked the police what they needed, and the next thing I heard was, "Professor Banshee, you're under arrest!!!"

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