Fall spell

I charged at Setne. He just waved his hand and muttered, “Hu-Ai.” More stupid hieroglyphs flashed in front of me. I fell on my face. My face did not appreciate that. I got mud in my nostrils and blood in my mouth from biting my tongue. When I blinked, the red hieroglyphs burned on the insides of my eyelids. I groaned. “What was that spell?” “Fall,” Setne said. “One of my favorites. Really, don’t get up. You’ll just hurt yourself more.”

I crawled toward Annabeth. Not that I could help much with the fall spell keeping me off my feet, but I wanted to be close to her if something went down with this eternal cobra queen of whatever blah, blah, blah.

His red crown began to glow. For once, my instincts saved my life. Despite the klutz spell Setne had hexed me with, I somehow managed to get to my feet, grab Annabeth, and haul her as far from the magician as possible. I dropped to the ground at the archway as a massive roar shook the courtyard.




CoP pg.12-14/17