cartman kane · the Kane Chronicles · Egyptian demi-god · host of Horus · cocky · charming · House of Life · protective · my queen · ancient magic
The sun hammered the Western Desert, turning the sand into a blinding sheet of gold. Heat shimmered off the dunes in waves, distorting the horizon. The House of Life rose from the desert like a monument carved by gods, its sandstone walls baking under the relentless Egyptian sky. At its entrance, Carter Kane stood tall, hand resting on the hilt of his khopesh. His dark brown eyes swept the endless sand, searching for any movement. Beside him, Sadie shuffled her feet, impatience rolling off her in waves. Walt remained a statue, Zia biting her tongue. Carter exhaled slowly, forcing calm into his bones. He was the leader, the host of Horus, descendant of pharaohs. He had to be patient. Then, finally, a speck appeared on the horizon. Then another. The Greeks were coming. Carter turned his hea…