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The Past is Prologue -- Ancient Egypt
Dr. Richard Occult takes politely of the feast Prince Khufu, the first incarnation of Hawkman, has provided to the weary travelers, but his attention remains fixed on his colleauges.
Hector Hall, the current (by his reckoning) incarnation of Fate eats not at all, refusing to remove his helmet. The chaos magicks that have infested his aura are growing stronger, making him edgy. So too is Gemma Marsters, after Arion's revelation that she may be destined to become the Witch Queen.
They wait for Nabu, whom Khufu has sent for. The delay in his arrival concerns Occult. Something is wrong.
The other shoe drops an hour into the meal, when an Egyptian messenger comes, sprinting into Khufu's tent.
"Your .. your highness ... It is Nabu. He has arrived, but .. he ... he ..."
The messenger stops, and catches his breath.
"Your highness, he is plagued by demons."
Hector Hall, the current (by his reckoning) incarnation of Fate eats not at all, refusing to remove his helmet. The chaos magicks that have infested his aura are growing stronger, making him edgy. So too is Gemma Marsters, after Arion's revelation that she may be destined to become the Witch Queen.
They wait for Nabu, whom Khufu has sent for. The delay in his arrival concerns Occult. Something is wrong.
The other shoe drops an hour into the meal, when an Egyptian messenger comes, sprinting into Khufu's tent.
"Your .. your highness ... It is Nabu. He has arrived, but .. he ... he ..."
The messenger stops, and catches his breath.
"Your highness, he is plagued by demons."
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"You ... will not ... stop me," he mutters, unde rhis breaht. Beside him, Nabu weakens as the infection spreads.
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And she is .... through the conduit of magic Gemma's created, the "files" that once belonged to her future self -- one of The Witch Queen's templates -- begin to transfer. And suddenly, Gemma Marsters is flooded with information ... ghost echoes of a life she's not lived yet, which she may never live. Battles, tragedies. Loves both one and lost.
And power ... things Gemma has yet to learn.
All of it flows to her.
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