There was the noise of a cricket’s chirp. Something cried in the dark. My eyes opened. Then they opened again and the shelf continued to fall. I drew my swords and swung up. A great noise like thunder exploded and the books stood still and hovered.

Medusa slowly turned her gaze to mine. “It’s about time…” she exhaled.

The sound of clapping echoed. Not-Anubis rode upon the back of Ammit and seemed to grin at us, “It is, it is! Now you’re getting it!” The clapping stopped and Not-Anubis climbed off his pet. It nudged its head against his side and turned to leave. “Now…” he pointed at me, “This is one shelf. Get to fixing it.”


Pieces fell into place one after another, part after part. Books once torn to shreds were reassembled. My hands drifted towards the books of my own soul, the books of my being, and I started reading them. I read my own life as I knew it. I saw what I was and who I was.