Superman: Legend of Isis - Henry Cavill/Superman Fanfiction

Part 10: The Stuff of Nightmares

ISIS POV

"Do not do this." I pleaded softly, looking at Mentor of Rhodes as he stood next to the Pharoah Nectanebo II. "Do not trust him."

Nectanebo's face hardened. "I asked for your hand to unify Egypt and you turn me away. I must find my allies elsewhere."

"He is a mercenary!" I shook my head in disbelief.

"I gave gold and great toil to have this temple built for you." Nectanebo's arms spread gesturning to the walls around us. Then his eyes narrowed in anger and jealousy, and he asked, "Who do you deem worthy to give yourself to?"

"No one!" I cried out.

"But not to me," he mumured.

"Our family has always sided with Egypt-for thousands of years," I said calmly, trying to extinguishing his anger. "You cannot question that!"

"You are a descendant of Isis, an incarnate, maybe," Nactanebo shook his head.

"No descendant of the sky can marry one on land!" I reminded him. The rule was old but stood the test of time. "But we have always worked together."

"On your terms."

"Nectanebo, please." I felt tears coming to my eyes. "He is not worthy of your trust."

I wrestled in my sleep. I was trying to wake up, but the memories won--

"Sethos!" I gasped. I was too late. My father lay dead with Sethos's staff in his heart, and he dropped my mother's body on the floor. "NO!" I raced to them as he pulled the staff and stalked away with blood on his hands. I leaned over them, shock and sorrow overwhelming me. My parents' hearts had been pierced; they could not be revived. I shook violently, fear and outrage muddling my mind. 

"You were right, Isis," Sethos smiled, rinsing his hands in a basin. "Mentor was one of mine."

I choked on my tears, taking my father's dagger, and brought myself into fighting stance, twirling my staff into an on guard position.

"Why don't you join me?" Sethos asked. "You, in so many ways, are Egypt. Nectanebo has fleed south while you were getting people to safety." He twirled his staff. "Join with me, Isis. We can help Alexander assert his role as Nectanebo I's son--"

"Lies!" I cried, grasping my staff and hitting the stone floor with it. "Lies, and you know it!"

"We could be the only Kryptonians left," Sethos reasoned. "Don't make me kill you too."

I held my staff, poised to fight. "I have no problem with killing you."

Sethos frowned. "Alright."

The fight ensued.

I circled the space around me scratching my staff on the stone floor, making sparks ignite and making him back away then brought it up on the next revolution to try for his head. He charged forward and I twirled it as a moving shield, backing away, and then twirled to slide the staff through my hands to drive it forward. He batted it down and I turned, blocking his attack as my back was to him and delivered another attempted blow to his face as I faced him again. He blocked me, but I saw he was startled at how close I got.

He smiled, and he said with his mind, You are brazen and beautiful, a wonderful prize.

I sneered, shaking my head as I retorted, You are ambitious and arrogant, all I despise!

We fought, the combinations lightning fast, and we used everything to get at each other. We were in the air, running and stepping off walls while somersaulting for a greater advantage. We tried to distract each other. Objects flew, and so did we. The havoc was the equivalent of a storm by human standards. We damaged or destroyed temples and other structures. People fled from the scene.

Then the soldiers came, invading and I was distracted from battle with Sethos, trying to help some fleeing by water to go further south as their Pharoah already had. I did what I could, destroying buildings by blocking the way of the Persians with pillars.

Sethos was undeterred. He attacked even as I tried to protect the innocent, what he called "potential slaves." He attacked and I had to resume my battle with him in hopes that a defeat would make the soldiers below relent. The staff fight became aerial and he charged from all directions, the duel going till sunset.

And then it happened. We were in close proximity, still dueling with our staffs, and they crossed. With a quick turn his dagger sank into my abdomen and I pulled my father's dagger and sank it into his. We stood, facing each other, coughing blood and sharing disgust and terror, each of us never having seen our own blood before. We crashed to the ground, at Philae, in my temple.

My followers scurried out.

"Great Ra, they are dying."

"WHat do we do?"

"Isis told me she had temples all over the world," an elder said. "We are not the only ones."

"What do we do?"

" We take Isis to a temple away from here," the elder said. "Bury him. Burry him deep where the sun will never touch him. Make sure his grave lies unmarked."

I sat up awake in my room, uneasy. Something was wrong, so wrong, I could feel it. My mind's eye began to open. But what could it be--

"Sethos?!" Dread and panic gripped my heart. "No....NO!"

I heard the quick shuffle of feet to my chamber.

"My lady?!" Chinzara's dark eyes were wide with concern. "My lady, what--"

"Where is Sethos?" I asked quickly. "Is he dead?" When Chinzara asked him, I grabbed him by his tunic. "This is important!"

"He was buried alive, but I do not know where." Chinzara answered slowly. "He was mortally wounded so he was put underground away from the sun. We could not kill him--"

"Only a Kryptonian can finish him." I shook my head, knowing no one was strong enough to sink a dagger from our home planet into him and carve out his organs. "He...I saw him...in my dreams."

"But--"

"Are any searching for him?"

Chinzara exhaled heavily. "Napana, whose line once worshiped Anubis and Set."

"Find him."

"No one has found him in thousands of years--"

"You awakened me, so anything is possible, even the worst," I took a deep breath to steady myself. "Find him."

If my vision was true, if I had truly felt his mind, the world was in trouble. I didn't want to have any ties to anyone, but I was going to need help.

I needed to find Kal-El.