The Pharaoh's Wife

Ariadna’s first thought was I hate those stupid monsters. When a boy a little older than her tried to save her, she was even more irritated. “I can handle the demon by myself, thank you very much.” The boy, with dark skin, brown hair, and a bent sword stood over her, just pulling her away from the six armed red skinned demon as it was about to strangle her.

Ariadna crossed her arms. “I can see you weren’t just fine. Come with me.” The boy brandished his weapon and sliced off one of the demon’s arms as it advanced.

“How do I know you’re not a monster in a disguise?” Ariadna stalled as she channeled her power and a white shot burst from her fingertips. The demon flew backwards and into the side of a stationary train. The monster had attacked her when she was walking home from the train station.

The boy hacked at the red demon. “I’m not, and just sit back and let me kill the demon.” Ariadna moaned. Stupid heroics.

She shot another white burst of light, sapping all of her energy, and the demon evaporated. “I’m fine.”

Then everything went black.

“It wasn’t really that bad. She just isn’t used to using that kind of power. She’s not trained enough.” Ariadna’s vision focused on a blond teenage girl next to the cot she was laying on. Wait, why was she lying on a cot? And where was she?

Ariadna struggled to sit up, and glanced around. The walls were made of a rough stone. Next to her hospital bed was a huge window, and it showed the view of New York City, which didn’t surprise Ariadna, since she was in Queens when she blacked out. In the corner of the room there was a strange statue fountain of a woman with a lion’s head. Though, the oddest parts were the washcloth floating above her head and the glowing hieroglyphics hovering around the large room.

“Where am I?” She muttered, and her head felt a dull pain.

The girl glanced down at her. “Hi.” She said softly. “I’m Jaz, and you’re at the Brooklyn House. In the infirmary, technically.”

Ariadna was really confused, and agitated. “Who was that stupid, stupid boy?” She uttered, mostly to herself.

Jaz chuckled. “You mean Carter? He has good intentions. He and Sadie, his sister, are in charge of the Brooklyn House. You’ll meet them soon.”

Ariadna was full of questions. “Why am I here? What is going on? Why did Carter have a bent sword?”

Just then, Carter and a younger girl who looked nothing like him, with blond, caramel hair with bright purple streaks and fair skin strolled into the room.

“What is going on?” Ariadna nearly screamed.

Carter frowned. “Jaz, why didn’t you tell us she was awake?”

“She just woke up, sorry.”

“I’ll explain it all, but, Jaz, Carter, could you give us a minute?” The girl asked the others. Ariadna didn’t even know who she was, though she had a slight British accent.

Jaz and Carter left the room, clearly trusting this girl. “Um.” Ariadna sat up straighter. “Who are you?” She was tempted to sit up and walk around to clear her mind, being a bit ADHD.

The girl grinned, and settled at the edge of Ariadna’s bed. “Sadie Kane, and you?”

Ariadna was shocked. Carter had saved her, Jaz had taken care of her, and she had neglected to tell anybody her name. “I’m Ariadna Hamad.”

“Okay, great. Listen up, Ariadna, you have an amulet with the knot of Isis, right?”
Ariadna’s hands flew up to her neck. “I guess. My dad gave me this necklace, and I know it’s a symbol of Isis.”

“Yeah, I can relate. I think you’re under the protection of Isis, but a symbol of a Greek goddess appeared above your head when I was checking on you. You’ve been out since yesterday.”

“What was the symbol?” Ariadna asked eagerly.

“A moon and a star.” Ariadna had studied Greek mythology in school, so she had memorized most of the gods and goddesses’ symbols.

“Hecate.”

“I think this might be an emergency. Sit tight and stay here. I’ll be right back. I need to contact my Uncle Amos, and...a friend.” Sadie strolled out and Jaz and Carter immediately were at her side.

“You tapped into too much energy, so that’s why you slipped into a coma. Luckily, Carter brought you back so you won’t have any dreams, as long as you use a headrest.” Jaz explained.

“I just have one question,” Carter searched Ariadna’s eyes, as if she were hiding something, “how did you use that power to fight the demon, without a wand, staff, or anything?”

Ariadna shrugged. “If I focus, I can just use my hands.”

“Every magician has a wand or staff that they channel their power with, unless you’re hosting a god, but clearly you’re not.” Carter stood and began to pace. “What other magical things can you do?”

“The white light thing you saw...yesterday, I can disguise myself and others without them realizing, and um, I can sorta,” she squirmed a bit, “control ghosts.”

Sadie ran into the room, with a cell phone in hand. “We need to get you out of here, now.”

The cab jostled slightly as it weaved in and out of the traffic jams near Central Park. “Sorry we have to take a taxi, it just doesn’t seem right to appear in a flying boat, but we are going to use some portals, they’ve already cooled down, I hope.” Sadie apologized.

“Where are we going?” Ariadna impatiently huffed.

“To see a friend. She’ll meet us on Long Island.” Sadie whipped out her cell phone and began typing furiously.

Ariadna sighed glumly. “What’s the date?”

“Huh?” Sadie looked up from her phone, and Ariadna snuck a peek. Camp Half-Blood, Half-Blood Hill, Farm Road 3.141 Long Island. Half-Blood? “Oh, it’s August 18th, why do you ask?”

“No reason.” Ariadna grumbled. Happy fourteenth birthday to me, she thought.

“Sir,” Sadie addressed the cab driver. “The met.”

The taxi quickly disposed of them in front of a very large white building, with steps leading up to a wide grand main entrance. “The Metropolitan Museum of Art. It gets boring after the first or second visit.” Sadie heaved a dramatic sigh. “Let’s get going, shall we?” Ariadna gripped the backpack Jaz had given her, fully stocked with necessities.

They entered through a secret door on the north side. “It leads straight to the Temple of Dendur, and soon it’ll be high noon, so hurry up.” Portals, flying boat, Isis, nobody was even telling her what was going on!

“I’m coming.” Once they went through that portal though, Ariadna was going to demand answers.

Sadie cleared the mortals out of the room pretty fast, spreading a rumor there was a wild fire in Central Park. “Some people will believe rubbish.” Then, lifting a curved smooth piece of ivory, she made a swirling sandy vortex. “You first.” She offered.

“Uh, okay.” Ariadna stepped into the spinning sand and prayed she wouldn’t regret it. Next thing she knew, she was tumbling into an open field, with sand all over the place.

Sadie appeared next to her. “Sag Harbor, the closest portal to Montauk. We’ll have a half an hour drive, but still worth it.” As if that explained it all.

“Where are we?” Ariadna glanced at their surroundings. Behind her stood a square shaped building that looked a bit like a church without a steeple.

“Old Whaler’s Church. It’s a landmark and a surviving building of the Egyptian architecture, plus a pretty good portal. Let’s go catch a cab.”

The ride was dreary and rainy. Rain splattered on the roof and the tires of the car made huge splashes on the sides of the road. Ariadna subtly closed the separator that divided the driver from the passengers.

“What is going on?” Ariadna asked in a hushed whisper, avoiding the driver listening in.

Sadie sighed. “Fine. Here’s a quick version of it all. All the Egyptian myths are real. Cleopatra, Ramesses, Narmer, my ancestor, most of the pharaohs hosted the Egyptian gods. I myself once hosted Isis, and Carter, Horus. I can tell you also have the blood of a pharaoh. Now the gods and goddesses left Earth. I’m taking you somewhere different, though. Annabeth can explain from there.” Sadie then ignored Ariadna, leaving her with her thoughts.

The cab stopped at a hill. “Half-Blood Hill, where the Delphi Strawberry Co. farms are.” The gruff voice of their driver had Sadie pay the taxi fare, and it sped away. “Now what?”

“We wait for Annabeth.”

Notes

So this is it, If you haven't read the Kane Chronicles, you should. Though, it's more about demigods so, reading the series isn't really needed. I hope you guys will enjoy my first fanfiction, and if you have any feedback, please comment.

Disclaimer: I only own the character Ariadna Hamad. Rick owns everything else.