Michael Belmont and the Tomb of Anubis (The Adventures of Michael Belmont) by Ethan Russell Erway Page B
Authors: Ethan Russell Erway
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stairs and into the chamber of antiquities, making a beeline for the statue of Anubis.
Michael stepped up and looked through the eyes. For a moment, nothing happened, and he was about to get down when he felt the familiar tugging sensation.
The statue pulled him in, and it took several moments to regain his bearings. He found himself standing beside Horus on the bank of the Nile River. The sun was just beginning to set behind the mountains in the distance, and a tall man who seemed to come out of nowhere was walking toward them.
He had blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes, and wore a long brown robe. Michael knew that Anubis was not accustomed to seeing such men. He wondered who this was. A traveller from the cold regions of the North, perhaps?
The man approached them and nodded to Anubis, and Michael found himself nodding back.
"Greetings, Horus," the man said to his brother.
"Greetings, Uriel, this is my brother, Anubis."
"Yes, I have heard of your deeds. You and your brother are both well known for your courage and valor."
Uriel turned back to Horus. "Have you considered my offer? It has been a week, just as we agreed."
"Yes," said Horus. "I have considered it, but have not yet spoken of it to my brother. I thought it would be a good idea to wait until you could extend the offer yourself."
Anubis glanced back and forth between them expectantly.
"You know who I am?" Uriel asked him.
"I have heard of you as well," Anubis told him.
He nodded and smiled. "Well, perhaps you've also heard that I have been given the responsibility of holding the keys to the gateway of Tartarus. Recently, I've considered recruiting some help. There are still a number of prisoners that need to be captured and escorted through the gateway. From everything I've heard about you and Horus, you may be just the two I need."
"You want us to track and capture fallen ones?" Anubis asked in disbelief.
"No, I want your brother to lead a small team of warriors to do that," Uriel responded. "For you, I had something a little different in mind. I need you to guard the gateway, and escort the prisoners through once they're brought to you."
"Why do you need us for this? You and your brethren are much more powerful than we are. Not to mention the fugitives we would be going after."
"The two of you have shown a true love for mankind. You have proven to have self-control, and much better judgment than others like you, who have been easily corrupted by their abilities. This would be a chance for you to prove that not all of your kind are evil."
Horus stared at Uriel eagerly, as if this was indeed something he desired to do.
"Besides, my brothers and I have many responsibilities. There are other urgent matters that need our attention. It has been agreed that this would be an acceptable solution. As to the matter of your being overmatched, you will not be expected to undertake these duties without help."
He raised both of his hands, in which two wooden staves appeared. The staff before Horus had the head of a falcon, and the one nearest him bore the head of a jackal. They were rather simple things, but for some reason Anubis felt drawn to the jackal staff. He knew that the thing had been made specifically for him, and although he hadn't even touched it yet, it seemed like a part of him.
Both Horus and Anubis reached out for the staves, but Uriel pulled them back. "Wait," he said. "Before you accept this responsibility, there is something you each need to be aware of. One of the criminals you may be tasked with bringing in," he said softly, "is your own father, Osiris. Are you both willing to do that?"
They looked at each other, and Anubis could see the determined look on Horus's face. They both knew what the other was thinking. They always knew that their father would have to answer one day for his evil deeds. He had performed works of necromancy,
Michael stepped up and looked through the eyes. For a moment, nothing happened, and he was about to get down when he felt the familiar tugging sensation.
The statue pulled him in, and it took several moments to regain his bearings. He found himself standing beside Horus on the bank of the Nile River. The sun was just beginning to set behind the mountains in the distance, and a tall man who seemed to come out of nowhere was walking toward them.
He had blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes, and wore a long brown robe. Michael knew that Anubis was not accustomed to seeing such men. He wondered who this was. A traveller from the cold regions of the North, perhaps?
The man approached them and nodded to Anubis, and Michael found himself nodding back.
"Greetings, Horus," the man said to his brother.
"Greetings, Uriel, this is my brother, Anubis."
"Yes, I have heard of your deeds. You and your brother are both well known for your courage and valor."
Uriel turned back to Horus. "Have you considered my offer? It has been a week, just as we agreed."
"Yes," said Horus. "I have considered it, but have not yet spoken of it to my brother. I thought it would be a good idea to wait until you could extend the offer yourself."
Anubis glanced back and forth between them expectantly.
"You know who I am?" Uriel asked him.
"I have heard of you as well," Anubis told him.
He nodded and smiled. "Well, perhaps you've also heard that I have been given the responsibility of holding the keys to the gateway of Tartarus. Recently, I've considered recruiting some help. There are still a number of prisoners that need to be captured and escorted through the gateway. From everything I've heard about you and Horus, you may be just the two I need."
"You want us to track and capture fallen ones?" Anubis asked in disbelief.
"No, I want your brother to lead a small team of warriors to do that," Uriel responded. "For you, I had something a little different in mind. I need you to guard the gateway, and escort the prisoners through once they're brought to you."
"Why do you need us for this? You and your brethren are much more powerful than we are. Not to mention the fugitives we would be going after."
"The two of you have shown a true love for mankind. You have proven to have self-control, and much better judgment than others like you, who have been easily corrupted by their abilities. This would be a chance for you to prove that not all of your kind are evil."
Horus stared at Uriel eagerly, as if this was indeed something he desired to do.
"Besides, my brothers and I have many responsibilities. There are other urgent matters that need our attention. It has been agreed that this would be an acceptable solution. As to the matter of your being overmatched, you will not be expected to undertake these duties without help."
He raised both of his hands, in which two wooden staves appeared. The staff before Horus had the head of a falcon, and the one nearest him bore the head of a jackal. They were rather simple things, but for some reason Anubis felt drawn to the jackal staff. He knew that the thing had been made specifically for him, and although he hadn't even touched it yet, it seemed like a part of him.
Both Horus and Anubis reached out for the staves, but Uriel pulled them back. "Wait," he said. "Before you accept this responsibility, there is something you each need to be aware of. One of the criminals you may be tasked with bringing in," he said softly, "is your own father, Osiris. Are you both willing to do that?"
They looked at each other, and Anubis could see the determined look on Horus's face. They both knew what the other was thinking. They always knew that their father would have to answer one day for his evil deeds. He had performed works of necromancy,
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