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"Your species is so cruel. So power driven that they result in violence rather than simple communication. Would you like to become something better than a human?" "My species is not only cruel, but they are also ignorant to others. Especially when the other's don't share in the same beliefs or ideology as their rivals. I won't even know where to begin to apologize for how f***** up my species is. To be completely honest, I'd love to be anything,but human, I've never ashamed of anything in my life before, but hey there's a first time for everything."
"Osiris is not a nice guy. In order for me to live I have to give him the corpses of every kill. One day when I'm full of tattoos I will be a god. It's just going to take centuries to get there." Lyra told Atreyu."I've personally never met Osiris, he may not be nice or even good, but I'd love the opportunity to stand in his presence and be judged on my worthiness.[color=#28C26B]"Let's see if your capable of possessing the seal first." Lyra told Ayretu, Freya made a high pitch sound as she jumped up excitely."Your obsession with Horus is unhealthy." She told her daughter, grabbing her head and pushing her away. Atreyu couldn't help but laugh at Lyra's comment."My little Freya, I have an unhealthy obsession with guns, but personally I think your obsession is a little healthier than mine."
"To answer you frankly and whole heartedly, I'd love to be become something better than this weak..." Atreyu began to reply, before he had his tongue stolen by a cat, actually it was Lyra floating in mid air that stopped him dead in his tracks. The next thing Atreyu remembers is this siring pain on his neck and it smelled like "an overly cooked burger.""Glorious Osiris my neck is on fire! Lyra what has Lord Horus done to me, when I try to focus, it seems like I'm zooming in on such far away objects. Gods this hurts. Has Lord Horus found me worthy of the gift?"
When Atreyu attempted to stand up, his legs wouldn't cooperate, they were like over cooked noodles, worthless."When I can finally feel my legs again, I need to go put some cool water on my neck to help the burning sensation go away."While Atreyu just laid there like a quadriplegic, Freya ran over to the bucket and soaked a cloth that she found in Atreyu's pack. Rushing back over to this "helpless, whining human," Freya gently placed the cool, wet cloth around Atreyu's neck. As Freya was leaning back up Atreyu whispered to her"Dearest Freya if I have caused you any harm physically or verbally I humbly ask for your forgiveness, I know you don't say much these days and I can hardly blame you, but could this poor old man get a smile?" Atreyu gave her a smile and in return Freya gave Atreyu a huge cheesy smile.
Feeling like he could at least crawl, Atreyu began to slowly crawl on his belly, dragging his lifeless tooth picks behind him. Atreyu could only picture how ridiculous he must.'I must look like a lame animal to them, where's a stupid camera when you need one.' After this long "crawl of shame" had ended, Atreyu had finally reached his pack. He quickly began to rummage through his trauma bag again looking for anything reflective to see what his neck looked like, but also to find anything to numb his skin too. The only thing Atreyu could find that was reflective enough to see his neck was his sunglasses."Let's check out this mark that Horus left on my flesh." Atreyu trembled fearfully to himself. Upon inspection Atreyu was stunned to find a tattoo on his neck."Lyra all I can make on this seal is the eye of Horus, but I cant read the markings, I can't read Sanskrit."[color] Wanting to see how this "Gift of sight" worked, Atreyu reached into his pack and removed a single .308 round, loaded "Madison," then took aim at farthest rock he could see without focusing. Pressing the scope to his right eye, Atreyu already had fifty times magnification with the particular scope. Saying a quick "prayer," Atreyu muttered to himself,[color=blue]"Horus, Lord of the Air and protector of all, guide my finger and make my aim true." Without hesitation, Atreyu readjusted his sight, slowly exhaled, focused on the rock, then gently squeezed the trigger with the tip of his finger. "BANG!" as the bullet spiraled out of the barrel headed straight for the small stone. Looking up from the scope to see if he could focus well enough, Atreyu concentrated on the flight path of the round, sure enough he could see the bullet sailing through the air. From behind him all Atreyu heard through giggling and heavy breathing was "Stop reading the orange juice container you blonde." Followed by a bellowing laugh coming from Lyra and right below Lyra, hugging her leg was Freya, laughing just as hard. Atreyu rolled to his right side looked up at the two elegant women, 'These two,' thinking to himself, but replies with "I'm sorry I got stuck on the word concentrate." Now everyone is laughing so hard the none of them can breathe.