Finsternia wrote:Apophis
And thus day came to a close. The Old God made it his routine to pace around the campus in an impatient way. His power is unbridled yet his body is confined within these perimeters. Apophis has no need for sleep and rest and most of his pacing he used to feel the mortal world beneath him. His servants rejoiced when their Lord escaped captivity and the Realm of the Secret Cavern became alight with activity. Ra's nightly tribulations through the realm became even more severe, and his divine guards of Set and Horus needed to be deployed again versus the demonic forces of Apophis. The Lord of Supreme Evil himself cannot come but his freedom was enough to empower his forces, just to rub some salt onto the wounds of the Egyptian Gods.
Morning came and Apophis dressed himself in his divine linen and silk, his gold and sapphire and ruby, and strode proudly through the field. The sun is rising in prominence yet the Chaos God's presence is enough to darken the skies. Clouds began to swirl in the sky, hiding the sun's morning radiance. Apophis arrived in the same spot as yesterday and was mildly surprised to see that the obnoxious Sun Titan was replaced by the obnoxious sorceress. "I see that they've replaced the annoying football player with the degenerate cheerleader."
Hamiri and Patriah
"What was our assignment again? I don't even remember," Patriah muttered.
"Our assignment was to look for the thing in our rooms that would be part of today's assignment," Hamiri replied.
"...Ohhhhhh yeaaaaah. I think I did that." Indeed he had, as when Hamiri had gone to get him from his room this morning, she had walked into his room and had seen everything thrown and shoved against a wall or onto a floor. Even the mattress had been overturned, not that Patriah cared about sleeping on an overturned mattress. He dug through the pockets of his pants, and in his right hand he pulled-out a golden orb. Small, glittering, and smooth, about the size of an egg. "...I have no idea how this is supposed to bring all of us together."
Hamiri dug her own orb out of her bag, and she stared at it. She had not overturned her room like Patriah, but she had searched every drawer and every nook of her closet. It was actually under her pillow, as when she had laid down to try and sleep, thinking about finding it before class, she had felt something small and hard against the side of her head. Careful not to lose it, she had placed it in her purse. "...Well, sometimes simple things can bring people together. Gold brings a lot of people together, if you think about it. But this is probably not just a regular gold orb," she suggested.
As both of them walked to the courtyard, their eyes were first met by Apophis's blinding visage. He had decided to wear beautiful silks and gems, which glowed red-hot in the sun and gave him a kaleidoscope-esque look. The breeze billowed through his silken clothes, and he looked otherworldly and majestic. Patriah, who was dressed in his usual colorful scarf and flowing pants, looked decidedly plain beside him, and he grumbled at his classmate's appearance. "Someone thought they were gonna be going to a palace instead of class today," he muttered.
Hamiri was dressed herself in a simple white blouse with a bow at the collar, a red miniskirt, and black boots. She did not care as much about what Apophis wore, as brilliant as he looked, and turned more to see the substitute. Whereas Apophis was dressed as his proud and ancient Egyptian self, the new teacher who stood in Hyperion's place dressed as though she was in her boudoir, dressed in a slinky purple dress and shawl. She had long, plum-black hair, was paler than Michael, and had dark eyes which scanned the students with deliberation. The young Mage-in-training shuddered. "...Hello?"
"Why hello there. I don't believe we've met, sweethearts. My name is Circe! Goddess of Magic and Witches," she answered, her voice syrupy and low.
"That doesn't sound suspicious at all," Patriah grumbled, before the teacher shot him a cool glance.
Michael sighed and put his hands on his hips. "Hyperion is out sick today, so you have a substitute from your other class. Circe will usually be your Magical Literature teacher, but today she is your Magical Combat co-teacher. She knows quite a bit about combat, so please be respectful toward her," he explained. Any of the students could tell he was not happy with the decision and preferred Hyperion, but he would tolerate Circe anyway. "Now, Apophis, did you get the item you were supposed to find? I see Patriah and Hamiri have theirs, I'm sure you found yours as well," he continued, speaking to Apophis.
Circe watched all three of the students, not particularly impressed with Hamiri but intrigued by Patriah and Apophis. Both boys radiated hectic, chaotic Magical energy, and Apophis especially. His calling her a "degenerate cheerleader" only added to her delight. "Ohohoho! He has quite the biting tongue, doesn't he? Well then. I think we're going to have fun today."
