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growled, narrowing my eyes at him and holding my left hand out toward him palm up. “I like you.”
    “You say like, but I know it’s more.” Khufu dropped the other seashell in my palm. “Now eat your seashell like a good boy.” He swallowed his own and vanished, leaving behind only the faintest smell of salty sea air in his wake.
    I stood there, hoping I wasn’t getting tricked before shrugging. Even if it was a trick, what else was I going to do? Wander around lost in the desert? I sighed, and going against the little voice in my head telling me not to trust the insidious pharaoh, stuck the seashell in my mouth. The taste of grapefruit filled the entirety of my being as I swallowed the shell. Heat spread through my body as my vision blurred and distorted. What felt like warm sea water covered my limbs, dragging me down beneath its gentle embrace as everything around me faded into the ether.
     

Chapter 5
    The surrounding scenery congealed into a purplish mass that sort of resembled grape jelly. I stood on a lone platform, the color of lavender sequins. The star filled sky raced by like I was in the cockpit of a spaceship going near light speed, but it didn’t feel like I was moving. I swallowed, trying to figure out what the hell was going on as I spun in a slow circle. There was nothing on this platform, and while it was about a hundred square feet or so in size, it was a little disconcerting because there was only the vast emptiness of space in every direction. If I fell off, I was reasonably sure I’d fall forever.
    Khufu sat cross legged in the center of the platform, and as I turned back toward him, he stood. He wasn’t dressed in his traditional Egyptian armor anymore and was instead dressed remarkably similar to a shaolin monk. He wore baggy orange pants and a loose fitting orange top with the Japanese symbol for wisdom embroidered on the left side of his chest in black. His waist was cinched with a dark blue sash.
    “Glad you could make it, Thes.” Khufu gestured at our surroundings. “We’ll be here for quite a while, so make yourself at home.”
    “Where the hell are we?” I tried to stifle my rage as the mummy approached me, strangely serious. “Where have you taken me?”
    “This is the final destination,” Khufu replied. “Here, we are outside of space and time. It was created as a place for people to train and battle with no distractions. There is no real world to worry about, no magical items to use.” He smirked. “No one to hear you scream.”
    “And why are we here when we’re supposed to be finding Osiris so he can release Horus, thereby rescuing Sekhmet?” I asked, incredulously. “And why are you dressed like that? shaolin monks haven’t even been invented yet.”
    “I thought it would be fitting since you wanted to be trained by a shaolin monk.” He poked me in the chest with one stubby finger, and I realized I wore a similar outfit only mine had no symbol. Where had my tunic gone?
    “We don’t have time for this,” I replied, my hands curling into fists.
    “You’re weak, Thes. So far you’ve been lucky you haven’t been killed outright.” He shrugged. “You have no skill, no chance of beating someone who knows what they are doing. Here’s a newsflash, Thes, the things you will face from here on out are stronger, faster, and better than you. If you don’t up your game, you will die.”
    Khufu gestured, and as he did so, a glimmering rent in space appeared at his fingertips. Through it I could see the outcroppings of a temple, huge statues of Osiris sitting outside. People bustled about it in preparation for something I didn’t understand.
    “If you want to leave. Go. I won’t stop you. I’ll even join you, and we can both go get killed together.” Khufu pointed at me. “But if you really want to save everyone, you’ll let me train you to use your natural abilities to your advantage.”
    “So you’re going to train me in Kung Fu?” I asked