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Journey of the Dead

by Thomas Carroll

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The Journey of the Dead
Samosa was ready. Even though he was dead, he could still sense everything that was happening through his spirit. He sensed when the Embalmers took out all his organs. He felt the all important scarab amulet be placed over his heart, and finally he felt his customised Book of the Dead be slipped into his lifeless hand. The last thing he sensed in the living realm was the nerjeti blade being laid across his mouth in the Opening of the Mouth ceremony, and then all he could see was darkness. He could still feel it though, and he felt an icy cold wind whipping him from all directions as he was sucked into the icy abyss. 


Samosa was ready. Even though he was dead, he could still sense everything that was happening through his spirit. He sensed when the Embalmers took out all his organs. He felt the all important scarab amulet be placed over his heart, and finally he felt his customised Book of the Dead be slipped into his lifeless hand. The last thing he sensed in the living realm was the nerjeti blade being laid across his mouth in the Opening of the Mouth ceremony, and then all he could see was darkness. He could still feel it though, and he felt an icy cold wind whipping him from all directions as he was sucked into the icy abyss. 


All vision returned, as his transparent feet hit the ground. He was in a large, dark cave. His only source of light was the massive lake of fire separating the two banks. He looked over the river, and his heart dropped. On the other side, a large boat was taking other dead souls to the hall. He was on the wrong side. He would have to make the journey alone. He curled his hand into a fist, and then realized he still had his Book of the Dead in his hand. Samosa smiled. He didn’t need a boat. He could do this. He set off towards the dark abyss in front of him, ready to tackle this challenge.

Pretty soon, demons of all kinds began to attack. Luckily, with Samosa’s spells from the Book of the Dead, he was able to repel these attacks with bright blasts of light. The further he went, the more demons he had to fight. He went through nine of the twelve gates of night, magical gates that Ra, the sun god, passed through each night. As Samosa passed through the 10th gate, he frowned. A short distance away, a particularly nasty demon awaited. He was known for terrorizing the souls of the dead, but he was rarely seen. This demon was “He-Who-Dances-In-Blood”. Samosa unraveled his Book of The Dead and kept approaching.
The demon turned around and smiled. He-Who-Dances-In-Blood normally appeared as a red ghost-like cloud, with a terrifyingly evil face. When he saw Samosa, his mouth split into a broad grin. “Ahhhhh, what do we have here?” The demon said, his voice sounding like an avalanche rumbling down a hill. “Another soul for me to devour?” Samosa looked down at his scroll, and yelled “Begone demon! I wish not to fight you, but if I must, I shall bring my wrath down upon you!”  He-Who-Dances-In-Blood let out a cold laugh. “You lie petty spirit, and let that lie be the end of you!” 

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