Immortal

New York, New York

"We're here", Isis said as she released her grip upon my hand. 

I looked around. We were surrounded by tall metal structures and glass. There was barely a tree in sight. No grass but a hard stone covered the ground preventing anything from growing.

"What is this? Where's the water and earth? Where's the crops and rivers?  What are these metal things?" I was bewildered. What was this place with hard ground and barely any life? Humans walked past staring at us. I realised they wore strange clothing , bland clothing and were covered up. To them we must look strange, in traditional Egyptian goddess garb. Yet, no one recognised us. 

Nadia would hate this place, and that her children would live here? They mustn't really be her children to love in such a place. They would crave the wild nature, the deserts, forests and rivers of the natural world. This was a world made of stone.

I turned to Isis, " where are they? They mustn't be of her lineage to live in such a place! This is gods forsaken land made of stone!" I spat on said land. 

Isis looked at me amused. "This is the modern world, here structures are made to reach the sky in a display of wealth and power, not so unalike to Ramses once did. The bigger the better is the motto of today's people. You'll find Nadia's children inside this building here. They are expecting me. Come."

Isis walked up the steps to the closest building, it was a dark red like dried blood. Dark memories threatened to break my concentration but I pushed them back. I looked up and could see a small face peering down at us from a window. I looked back to Isis who was gesturing me to follow.

We entered the building and took a contraption up to another level of the building. 

"Do slaves operate this?" I asked angrily, thinking back to Ramses treatment of them back in a happier time, when I still had Nadia.

Isis smiled. "No it's run by electricity. It's a type of magic that humans explain in a different way so as to say it's nit magic. They are still averted to the supernatural and magic being among them. As I said Nadia's children have come here to avoid further persecution, but are close to it yet again."

"Do you visit them often?" I asked curiously. Isis seemed to be very comfortable in this contraption and area. 

" I visit every few months to check in since their parents died. I know we call them Nadia's children but they are her closest descendants and the only ones to have displayed power thus far. Nadia's descendants from 'ancient' times, which was shortly after Sets curse was placed on you, had the most potent powers but were hunted and killed by the royal family. Any powerful beings were hunted unless they were proclaimed a god or born into the right family. Only few have had immortality but have been killed in the only way they can be, by a god."

I spun to face her. "Who?"

Isis' mouth was a thin line. "You know who would've done such a thing to the innocent".

Set. The bastard. I scowled. I would have to torture or kill him someday soon.

A sound emanated from the contraption we were in and doors opened to reveal a hallway lined with several doors.

Isis walked down the hallway to a door with strange characters in the door.

"What's that on the door?" I asked Isis, teaching my hand out to touch.

Isis' eyes widened with realisation. " You can't read or speak English yet! I forgot. Here." She grasped my head gently with both hands and closed her eyes.

There was a flash in my mind and a million things shot through it. Unfamiliar words, languages and symbols flashed rapidly.

In a moment it was over. "There, you should be able to read that door now and Nadia's children will be able to talk to you directly! I also gave you knowledge of the history that you have missed and words and sayings of the modern day human."

I looked upon the door again and recognised the characters as numbers. I nodded to Isis, who inclined her head in response and knocked upon the door.

"Coming!", a males voice shouted from within the living quarters.

The door opened and I looked up into big familiar brown eyes framed by dark lashes. 

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?!"

My heart sank.