We are playing host to a wayfarer, a traveler from Sumer. Ninurta, a great legendary warrior and blood drinker hunter, has come in search of Tiamat. He believes that she is working closely with Set.
“The Dragon,” Ninurta is saying, “has left Sumer. She is wandering the lands of Earth. Elell, or Enlil as you know him, has sent me to find her and kill her if I can. He thinks that she is here in Egypt, helping Seqt.”
“Would you know anything about a new ally of Set’s,” Sekhmet probes, “named Wishmaster?”
“He is a priest of Seqt,” he nods, “who was sent to gain her alliance for Seqt. Apparently, she accepted and they have combined their power. Something to do with a youth that has evaded death more than once.”
“That would be our young child-priest, Amun-Nekeb,” she smiles, “who happens to be more than he appears to be.”
“Ah,” he grins, “one of the promised ones, is he?”
“We are thinking so,” she responds, “he is far more powerful than he appears. And far more powerful than any other pupil we have had.”
“Power to see the future?” He inquires.
“He has that,” she replies, “as well as all of our powers combined….and possibly yours and those of your clan.”
“I believe that we must put him to the test,” he agrees, “perhaps we should arrange a pupil swap. After all, we have a youth among our own who is possibly as powerful.”
“The 1,000 year old youth we have all heard about from Resos?” She pries.
“Yes,” he avers, “Gil-Amarek….better known as Gilgamesh.”
“We shall arrange a trade before Amun is to take up the priesthood,” she states, “the more powerful he is, and the more he knows, the better able he will be to protect humanity.”
“Agreed,” he nods, “but, for the moment, we need to make sure that Tiamat and Seqt are not joining forces…or we will have a problem on our hands.”
“Indeed,” Amun interjects, “and not just a problem. A calamity.”
“When do we start?” Khnum inquires.
“I need to rest,” Ninurta replies, “I suggest tomorrow night. Darkness will give us enough cover to sneak close enough to Seqt’s little piece of desert to find out who he’s making allegiances with.”
Our guest is asleep and we are under attack. Seems that Ammit has sent her little servant, Kinslayer, to try again.
“Seems you have a problem,” she sneers at Sekhmet, “my master’s lover has a visitor from beyond the peninsula.”
“Kinslayer,” Amun begins, “those who hate cannot love. they can only use, abuse, and take for granted through lust.”
“How dare you!!!” She snarls. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Why not try the one you came to kill?” I inquire with a humble smile.
“It’ll be my pleasure!” She hisses.
My teachers look at me with questioning looks. I smile at them and shrug. After all, she has no clue what I can and cannot do. She still thinks that all I can do is shape-shift, since that was what I was learning when she attacked the first time.
The battle begins. She slowly, awkwardly, picks at my defenses trying to find my weaknesses. Her inability to find any starts to burn as anger in her eyes. She is frustrated, I can tell. I keep meeting her every attempt with an equal defensive move that leaves no opening.
“You’re not playing fair,” she whines.
“In other words,” I smile, “I am not as inexperienced as you believed.”
“Your cockiness will be your fall,” she threatens.
“Experience,” I respond, “is not cockiness.”
Around us, her blood drinkers are dying by the hundreds. We are locked in a life and death battle, both of us determined to win. But there can only be one winner, and we both know it. Yet, neither of us wants to cede to to other the victory.
But she is growing tired. Her power is weakening. Her resolve, now beginning to crack. But I am not weakening, nor am I growing tired. And my resolve is unbreakable.
I feign a weak point, causing my body to become a mist-like mirage. Thinking that she has the upper hand, she strikes but finds emptiness. My hand enters her chest and I grab her heart.
“If I become solid again,” I inform her, “I will be able to pull your heart from your body.”
“Do your worst,” she hisses bitterly, dropping her weapons from exhausted hands, “you have me at a disadvantage. You have beaten me.”
I materialize and yank my hand out of her chest, grasping her heart. She blinks in disbelief at the sight of her heart, then falls lifeless to the ground.
I kneel next to her and place her heart next to her.
“I really didn’t want it to end that way,” I comment mournfully, “I would rather she yield, not die.”
“They rarely give in and surrender twice,” Amun states sadly, “It is their pride. They cannot accept that one bests them the first time and chooses to die rather than surrender the second time.”
“Send her heart to Ammit,” I respond, “as a warning. I want her to know that her servants are failing her.”
“It will be done,” Khnum replies, “feigning weakness and becoming a mirage was ingenious, especially grabbing her heart and giving her a choice. You did what was right in the end. Had you been merciful and turned away, not taking the opportunity you had, she would have killed you.”
“Agreed,” Sekhmet avers, “and she would have taken your lifeless body back to Set with her. You showed infinite wisdom in killing her.”
“What did I miss?” Ninurta asks, emerging from the palace.
“Long version,” Atum smiles, “or short?”
“Short will suffice,” our guest responds.
“We know that Tiamat is definitely with Set,” Horus states, “as is Ammit, the soul eater.”
“We were attacked by Kinslayer,” Thoth smiles, “and her blood drinkers. Young Amun-Nekeb defeated her. Ripped her heart out of her chest. The most surprising thing to watch.”
Ninurta looks at the dead Kinslayer, rolling her over to view the hole in her chest. He grimaces at the sight, then notes the glazed look of pained shock on Kinslayer’s face.
“That had to hurt,” he shakes his head in pity, “having your hand solidify inside her chest. Not to mention the extreme torture of having one’s heart pulled out of their chest. Novel approach.”
“He gave her a chance to yield,” Satet remarks.
“And yet,” he smiles sadly, “her pride was too much to allow her a second defeat.”