A New Myth: Part 3

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Someone shook my shoulder, waking me from my sleep. "Hm...?" I asked as I rolled over, rubbing my eyes. A dark figure stood before me. Before I could speak to loudly, it spoke to me. "Nicole, don't freak out. It's just me." I recognized that voice. "Carter?" I asked.

"Yes. Now I need you to come with me. We need to hurry; if the other people in this camp find out I was here, I don't think they'd be too happy. Now come on!" Carter pulled me out of my bed and thrust me outside. 

He walked ahead, obviously expecting me to follow. 

"Carter!" I whispered as I hurried to keep up with him. "I'm happy to see you and all, but I'm barefoot, I don't know where I'm going, and its cold!" 

 We passed the camp borders, and still I got no reply. Freak waited in front of us. 

"Aw, carter! Just tell me something if I'm gonna get on the griffin again!" 

He hopped on, offering me his hand to pull me up. 

"Someone needs to see you, and they can't do it here." He grabbed my outstretched hand and swung me up behind him." I huffed. He really was sometimes annoying. We flew pretty fast, I was clinging to Carter for about the entire ride to keep from falling off. 

 We landed outside a graveyard. 

"He's in there." Carter said. "I'll wait here so I can give you a ride home. Now hurry, before anyone realizes we're missing." I forgot that Carter had probably snuck out of the Brooklyn house too. I wasn't the only who'd be in big trouble if we took too long. 

Slowly, I slid down Freak and entered the graveyard gates. 

A boy dressed in black stood ahead of me. "Nico?" I asked as I made my way through the maze of tombstones.

"No." The boy said. Now I could see the differences. He was taller, and a few years older than Nico. Where Nico had been about fourteen, this guy was probably around sixteen. I racked my head for any ideas on who this might be. 

"Okay, I give up. Who are you?" I asked, crossing my arms." He tried to refrain a smile. 

"You act very much like Sadie. I am Anubis." 

I had heard that name before. I quickly did a quick recap of my lessons at the big house. "Oh, so you're one of the Egyptian gods. Okay, look, I've already been captured and warned by another death boy, so you're wasting your time." I turned to walk back out, but the gates slammed shut.

"No," Anubis said. "I have more to say." I rolled my eyes. Did all boys have to be so dramatic?

"Then TELL ME WHAT YOU WANTED TO SAY." I said. Anubis raised an eyebrow. 

"Maybe more like Sadie than I thought..." He muttered, before straightening and speaking again. "You are a very important key in keeping the peace between Egypt and Greece. I know you have been told to hide your Egyptian powers, but I must say otherwise. Learn to use what talents you possess; in battle you would be unstoppable using the Greek fighting and magician spells. Use them both. You would be very powerful. It might save your life if you take my advice."

"But I can't do the magic. It always ends horribly." 

His voice turned colder.

"Then try harder to use it! You can, it will just take longer and harder work. Learn all the spells, and learn to fight with the Greeks."

I rolled my eyes. "I'll be sure to add that to my to-do list. But I can't be in two placed at once. They don't exactly teach you how to blow up your enemy using old magic at camp."

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