Eye of Ra (34 page)

“I don’t know!” Panhesy screamed. “I don’t know!”

“If you do not know the answers to my questions,” Horus grumbled. “Then you can only serve me …in one way.”

He pulled him close looking him over with his yellow eyes as the stench of near-death choked Panhesy.

“Sustenance.”

The hand that held Panhesy began to let off a white electrical discharge. As it did, the color within Panhesy’s skin began to fade, while the color in Horus’ skin began to slowly brighten, and he began to slightly fill out. A pale and lifeless Panhesy, drained of all body heat and natural electrical charge that coursed through his nervous system, hung within his grip. He dismissively released him, allowing his body to smack the stone floor with a sickening thud.

Horus stepped over him, trudging to the opened entranceway toward freedom. Nearing the sandy incline he coiled his legs, which violently snapped and crackled at the joints. Exploding into a leap, he barreled through the entrance of the sinkhole, gaining twenty feet of altitude before returning to Earth, where he crashed and burned against the harsh grainy sand.

He took a minute to get to his feet. His exposed body was pounded by the beating sun. More color slowly began to return to his skin, going from a withered ashy grey to a warm bronze color. He ran his hands across his face as the cracks of decay and age began to heal and disappear along with the four holes in his chest that once held the Bleed System.

His emaciated form slowly began to fill out as solar nutrients began to replenish him. He would need other forms of sustenance to regain full strength, but for now the rays of the star above him would have to do.

Partially restored power gleamed through his eyes as he stretched, cracking out the last ounce of petrified inactivity from his muscles and bones.

Feeling a bit more like himself, the first superhuman closed his eyes, allowing his mind and senses to project across the world to see how much it had changed since his slumber.

“It seems as though the world has evolved vastly since my imprisonment,” he growled to himself in his own native tongue. “Minor gods apparently walk the Earth, but for some reason none of them have conquered this world to claim it for their own.”

A shudder followed as a smile appeared over his face.

“Ah, it appears Amun-Ra has an heir. Good, I shall take most pleasure in extracting my vengeance against this ‘Eye of Ra’ for the sins of his ancestors, and then I shall force this world to kneel before its true god as it should have eons ago. First I must regain my rightful strength, and then find
my
‘Eye’, my Sekhmet.”

The ground and everything above it shook within a three hundred and sixty degree thousand-yard circumference of the ancient Egyptian as he bent down slightly. With very little effort he exploded off of the sands, sending everything within the blast zone of his takeoff into a sinkhole, including the trucks of the now deceased Sehetepibre and Zezemonekh. It also reburied his tomb, which now housed three new occupants, as he soared into the skies above Luxor.

A faint white glow began to fill his eyes as he ascended higher and closer to the sun. A powerful sonic boom shook the heavens as he increased his speed with a savage grin on his face.

The world will know true fear, he thought.

It shall be taught terror, and brought to heel.

For Horus has risen.

THE EYE OF RA WILL RETURN…

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kipjo K. Ewers was born July 1, 1975. At an early age, he had an active imagination. By the time he started kindergarten he would make up fictitious stories. One of his favorites was about a character named “Old Man Norris,” who hated everyone in the world except for him.

When he attended Our Lady of Victory Elementary School in Mount Vernon, NY, he continued writing and reading stories to his classmates. His teacher, Mrs. Green, told him the children would laugh but she would remind them that that is how some of the great stories that they read actually came about.

After elementary school, he went on to Salesian High School in New Rochelle, NY then on to Iona College, also in New Rochelle.

He would go on to work for several major firms and companies within the New York area, but his passion was to become a journalist and writer. Therefore, it is not surprising he decided to write his first novel.

Kipjo began creating a new superhuman universe delivering original storylines and taking action-adventure to the next level. With his third novel, he continues to expand the EVO Universe lore.

Thank you for reading and for your support.