Chapter 19

Catherine awoke a few hours later, stiff as could be, almost as if she’d been beat up. Several women with collars around their throats ran to assist her out of what she was laying on.

She looked around the room, staring at the opulent statues and gold around the room. Holy shit she thought where in the hell am I?

Why in the hell was everything Egyptian themed? She almost punched the women that were almost lifting her out of the bed.

“So,” an older, well-endowed male said from her doorway, “Finally awake, huh?”

OMG Catherine thought, that is a big stick.

She tried to turn her head away, but the huge penis had her almost hypnotized. She had to shake her head as it swayed when the male walked up to her.

“It has been far too long since I was last buried deep within you. Daughter, my blessed sex doll, come let us partake of each other again,” the male said as he grew harder.

All the women that had been attending her left the room as quickly as they could. All of them had looks of absolute terror as they looked at Catherine with pity.

“You obviously have the wrong woman; I know for a fact that you are not my father. Since I haven’t joined with another, I know you aren’t my husband,” she said.

The male smiled as he reached for Catherine’s shirt to remove it. She immediately reached back and slapped his hand away.

The male stared at her, reaching again, trying to aggressively try to take her shirt off again. This time she slapped him on the side of his face as hard as she could.

This time, severe shock showed in his eyes, “Anet! What is wrong with you? We need to have me buried within you to praise Baset. You risk the wrath of her if we don’t,” the infuriated male said.

Catherine stopped a moment and looked at the male as if he’d lost his mind. “I know not who this Anet is, but I am not her.” The male tried again to grab ahold of Catherine, she hit him with both her feet. This threw the male across the room into a huge statue of himself.

“Woman!” he shouted, his hand starting to glow.

Catherine saw this and crossed her arms in front of her as a green light surrounded her. The male shot out a beam of light that hit Catherine’s green light, then bounced back, knocking him off his feet.

The male picked himself up off the floor, brushing off himself, staring hard at Catherine. “That was not holy nor royal power, what are you?”

“My name is Catherine, Catherine Richards. I am afraid that I am lost at the moment,” she said as she shook her head. “This is not my time nor my people.”

The older male started to nod, then stared even more at Catherine. “You have the power of the smokeless, fire, beings. I apologize spirit, I did not mean to offend you,” the male said.

“I am not offended, sir, though I need to find my brother. I felt him before I passed out, though I cannot find him now. There are so many people that I can not pin where he is,” Catherine said.

“I will send out runners to find him, what is his name?” the older male asked.

“John, John Richards, he looks a bit like me,” Catherine said.

The male stopped a moment with a grimace on his face, “We shall look. Though if he is the one that I have met before, we may have a very large problem.”

Catherine stared at the older male as he left, alerting a few of the soldiers as he left. Catherine was shaking her head what did you do, John?

I had all three of us sneaking toward the Palace. I knew that the guards were looking for something that was out of the ordinary. I was trying to make us as far from that as I could.

We managed to get a pretty good distance into the palace grounds. We had just gotten to the walls when a loud piercing whistle was heard.

Catherine and Cythina both waved a hand, then stared at me as if nothing had happened. I wished we were safe outside the wall, which I thought we were.

When we appeared, we were just outside the wall against it! They both looked at me as they snapped their fingers, and we appeared a great distance away.

“I didn’t think that all the charms made a difference to you two,” I said.

“Master,” Catherine started, “it’s not so much the charms as it is the mage spells.”

I growled as I remembered the rogue mages that had tried to take the human world. It had been several long and bloody battles that took a bunch of my family.

Yeah, I thought, I had not a bit of love or compassion for mages. The last of the evil ones had been defeated by Aunt Victoria and her Jinn Tawney. It had cost the both of them getting cursed.

I thought about it more as I thought of the ambush that they had pulled. The more I thought of it, the amount of power used in that last battle had seemed small.

I shook my head, great. Not only was there a maniacal Jinn, his dark weapons, thousands of undead. Now I had to worry about an unnumbered number of evil mages.

I sighed, sometimes I swear that it didn’t pay to get out of bed. We were at the extreme edge of the city, though I could see increased soldier activity. I had seen them before and they were searching.