Akila,
"They have him, Akila."
This simple sentence made Akila's world spin and her chest contract, making it hard to breathe.
Who has him? Egyptians? Greeks? Or is it Horus and his minions? So many questions she wanted answers to them, but her tongue was tied.
"Breathe, female. Come and sit here and open your mouth and take your fill of air. BREATHE."
Sekhmet commanded as she helped Akila sit on a broken chair and Akila stared at her blindly.
She heard the goddess's voice, and she understood her words, but her body was still in shock.
"I SAID, BREATHE MORTAL. I COMMAND YOU."
The lioness roared and Akila just kept staring at her as her face turned blue and her chest ached.
No, I must reach him. I need to save him. I will never make anyone hurt him ever again.
Akila put her hands on her head and closed her eyes as her mouth opened in a silent scream.
