Days of Boredom

A/N: Pat-reon: HelloDarkness07

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"You will stay safe, won't you?" I ask, looking over Tatiana with concern.

Tatiana chuckles, although I do see tears in her eyes too, and says, "Don't worry. I have Aetos with me anyway, not to mention my Wand and my Cloak of Intangibility."

I smile at the name she gave her sword, one that I forged for her. Aetos, Eagle. The name which I had gone by in Egypt, Athreos Aetos. 

The Vibranium and Magic Silver alloy sword was a wonderful piece of art. A Scimitar, Aetos was sharp enough to pierce almost anything Tatiana might come across, while also giving her a sort of.. Danger Sense, like the original Ljosverd did to Adrian, and I.

And yes, the Cloak of Intangibility is a trump card on its own.

"Don't try and rely on the cloak though. I want to see you live at least till 200 years of age, you understand?" I say, bringing Tatiana in for another hug.

I don't want her to go. But if I voice it out, she will still be leaving, but it won't be on good terms.

Tatiana sighs, and says, "I.. will miss you, Athreos."

"I will miss you too, Tatiana." I whisper, laying a kiss on top of her head.

She was ready for her travels. She has a Portkey to the Sanctuary, a second Sling Ring, one that I made out of Magic Silver, that now rested on her left middle finger, and the entire contents of her Library, just in case. She also had the Magic Silver dagger, one she had used to kill Herpo already with her, so if she does face someone too dangerous, she just has to cut them once. The Basilisk Venom will take care of the rest.

There was also the Ritual she had gone through yesterday, one that I had asked her to go through. it was the nameless Ritual that I myself had gone through to gain Victor Creed's mutation. Where I had used Victor's flesh, blood, and bone to take his mutations and make them my own, Tatiana had decided upon a dragon, funnily enough.

And I had like.. dozens of Dragon Corpses in Nowhere alone, let alone those I had buried on Sanctuary. The Dragon she decided upon was a Hebridean Black, a species with one of the toughest hides amongst the Dragons. 

After going through the Ritual, Tatiana got the abilities to shoot flames out of her mouth, cover her skin with the scales of the Hebridean Black, and speak to other dragons. She also got some physical strength enhancement, making her my equal in strength now. So, yeah. I wasn't afraid of her getting hurt at all.

But.. watching Tatiana leave out the doors of the Sanctum, I can't help but feel as if I'm losing a part of myself here. 

Did I agree with Tatiana's decision to leave me behind? Yes, because she needed it.

Does it still hurt? Gods, yes it does.

The next few weeks after Tatiana's departure go in sadness, with me sulking all around the Sanctum. Around two months after Tatiana's departure, and our break up, I became.. anxious. I.. can't stay like this, wallowing in sadness.

I need to keep myself busy. I need to do something. And I know one thing that I can do, that I've been planning to do, but never felt the need.

Reforging my Swords.

There is an Alchemical Process, one that can safely separate any alloy into chunks of its constituent metals. There is another Alchemical Process that can merge two or more metals into an alloy so perfect that even the aforementioned process cannot separate them.

Obviously, the normal Alloy Making rules apply. Whatever I would have mixed into the melted metals, like dragon bones, fangs, Unicorn horn, I'll have to mix them within the Potion too.

First comes an Alchemical Spell written down on the ground in a circle. Then, at the centre of the Spell, the Cauldron, containing the Metal Extraction Potion. Taking my completely mundane Uru+Asgardian Steel+Magic Silver swords out of Nowhere, I take aim and throw them into the Potion.

I had already removed all the Enchantments on the sword, which.. wasn't easy. The only reason I managed to do it in a short time of just one week, is that I was the one to actually Enchant them. Enchantments, once cast on a Weapon, are almost impossible to remove, unless you know exactly what Enchantments they had used and in what order, how the Magic was fed to the weapon, and how the different Enchantments worked together.

So, yeah, really fucking hard.

I needed to do it because otherwise my swords wouldn't have melted in the Potion, despite the purpose of the Alchemical Spell being exactly that. Not to brag or anything, but my Enchantments are good. Not at the Goblin or God forbid, Dwarf level, but by human standards I'm definitely at the top.

Once the swords melt completely, with only the metal parts remaining, the Alchemical spell flashes once, and three metallic strings rise out of the cauldron into the air. The three strings, one made of Dark Uru, Magical Silver, and Asgardian Steel each, float towards the Runic arrays drawn for the resulting separation, and start condensing into orbs of each metal.

The largest orbs are of the Dark Uru and Asgardian Steel, with both being of a spherical volume around equal to that of my head. The Magic Silver sphere was just a bit bigger than my fist. 

I keep the Magic Silver and Asgardian Steel in the Nowhere, once the process is complete, and bring my focus on to the floating sphere of Dark Uru. I look at it in contemplation, trying to figure it out by just staring at it.

Before.. I didn't have a method of purifying it, and I think the Sorcerer Supreme Yao purposefully denied me a method of complete purification just so I don't get too strong too fast. He might have been a ghost, Summoned by me to the Mortal world, but that didn't mean he was loyal to me, or that he had to follow my requests.

But now, I have under my name the Energy of the Light Dimension, and I have in my possession freely given Unicorn Blood. Unicorn Blood has a massive amount of Life within it, so much so that it could even revive the dead, if given right after the death. And the Dark Uru has a lot of Dark Magic within it, completely ingrained.

While not completely opposite, the two separate elements of Blood and Light Magic, will work together to cleanse the Dark Uru completely, turning it into.. normal Uru.

I hope.

Taking the vial filled with the golden blood of the Unicorn, I place a single drop on top of the Dark Uru, and watch it sizzle as it seeps into the metal. Satisfied, I place a few more drops on the same spot, and watch them get absorbed by the metal too, to no visual effect. But, it wasn't going to be immediate in any way.

Waving my hands around the floating orb, I conjure Yellow magic from the Light Dimension into six circular Tao Mandalas around the metal orb. One each at the top, bottom, left, right, front, and back of the orb. Those Tao Mandalas then stretch, and connect to form a big sphere around the metal sphere, and stay there, floating.

The Tao Mandala sphere then glows a brighter yellow, as it starts emitting its Magic inside itself, towards the Orb of Dark Uru. I blink and squint my eyes, the entire Process too bright for me to see clearly.

I smile, satisfied with my work. A quick calculation informs me that at the rate my Light Energy Bombardment spell is emitting the Magic into the Dark Uru, it will be back to Uru within a week at most.

I leave it there, and walk away, on to the second task to cure my loneliness. Gods, it's only been 3 months since Tatiana left, hasn't it?

Bringing my Staff out of Nowhere, I hold the Magic Silver Basilisk Eye in front of my face, and slowly whisper, "Tatiana.."

Immediately, the Eye on top of my staff becomes shinier, and shows me the person that had been on my thoughts for so long. She was.. fighting demons, Mephisto's minions from the looks of it, and she was obviously holding her own well.

Knowing that I can't Scry her for long without being detected, I wave my hand to drop the spell. Divination, a branch so delicate that even the Sorcerer Supreme thinks twice about using it.

And I'm using it to check up on my.. ex girlfriend, because that is what she is, isn't she?

Shaking my head, I keep the Staff back in Nowhere, and bring myself back to the Library. Where was I… ah, the History of Goblins.

Goblins are the descendants of an Elderspawn named Gobalt, a child of Gaea, while the Dwarves are the descendants of Duril, an Elderspawn from an Elder Goddess named Isuus. Both rose out of underground caves, both have interest in digging into the Earth, and both have an intense hatred for each other.

They don't hate Wizards.. yet. I mean, they don't like Mages, but hate is a word that won't be used in this situation for at least a few more centuries.

But where Goblins show their talents in metals, the Dwarves do it in Gemstones and construction. Goblins can Enchant items better, but Dwarves can enchant places better. Each race has their plus points, but I wasn't interested in that.

I'm interested in distracting myself, and I need history for that. Let's see what happened after the third Great Goblin-Dwarf War.

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A month after that, I hold in my hands two swords, both completely identical. The Dark Uru was cleansed into Uru pretty easily, with one week of constant spell casting, and the actual metal working took me just a couple days.

The remaining days were spent in enchanting the weapons, letting the magic settle down, enchanting some more, and testing the capabilities after each added enchantment.

Right now, the two Swords in my hands could stop any Dark Spell from harming me, including Demonic, Divine, and Creature based Dark Magic. The swords also give me a Danger Sense, while prompting me to move in a direction that would prove to be the least harmful to me.

The swords were obviously very sharp, strong, and capable of cutting even Vibranium. Although I doubt that this will hold true against Steve's shield. That thing is made of a lot more than just Vibranium, and hence, my highly Magical swords will be able to just scratch the shield, or cut if hit on the Edges, Thanos style.

Since the Dark Uru wasn't.. Dark anymore, I couldn't exactly call my Swords Dark and Light anymore. Instead, I gave them a singular name, inspired from the same language that gave me Galadmagol and Durmagol. 

Orcrist. While the word means Goblin Cleaver, I wasn't going to use these swords to cleave Goblins. 

The Orcrists were similar in look to the two Magols, with a curved blade 4 feet long, similar to the weapon Orcrist from the Lord of the Rings movies, with a Magical Gold plated Basilisk fang as a handle, bound to the sword blade by dragon leather strips. Hebridean Black, obviously, since Tatiana did require me to cut the poor dragon up.

The Uru, Asgardian Steel, Vibranium, and Magical Silver(in the ratio of 6:6:1:3) along with the handful of powdered dragon bone, and Nundu bones, had formed into a perfectly bound alloy. So much so, that the colour itself was different from any of the metals used, with a blue tinted silver look on its surface.

I was calling this new alloy Mithril 2.0, since I was going to use this alloy in a lot of other stuff too. This alloy was perfect for my use. Highly durable, damage resistant, and a perfect channel for the Light Magic once shaped into a sword using powdered Unicorn horn, just like the Ljosverd.

And the first Mithril turned out to be Asgardian Steel anyway.

The swords can block almost all physical hits without even letting me feel the hits. I say almost all, because a hit by one sword is definitely felt on the other. Which means similar highly Magical weapons will also make me feel the vibrations of the hits, which is actually a good thing.

The swords can also absorb Magic, obviously, and feed it into the Light Dimension, which uses it to heal my body, magic, mind, and soul continuously. As long as I hold these swords, I won't even age. Ever.

But, I also don't need the swords for immortality. I am me.

Then, the swords can also tap into my connection to the Light Dimension and call the energy forth. It shoots the energy out of the tip in the form of highly intense Photon blasts. 

The swords can also channel my Kasha Magic, allowing me to light the swords on fire, or raise their temperature, without worrying about melting them. And it can also tap into the Healing Realm to amplify my healing factor, healing wounds almost instantly. But, that's only when I am actually holding the swords.

But that wasn't all. The swords had another gift, another enchantment that made them all the more special.

Slowly, I bring the swords together, focusing on that one Enchantment. As soon as the swords are within 10 centimetres of each other, they.. melt, as if they're being heated once again, and shift.

The metal blades turn into snake-like appendages, as the two Mithril blades start winding around one another, merging with each other. The same happens to the sword handles, until at the end, there is just one larger sword, this one actually a straight sword, in place of the two.

I call this sword the Glamdring, the enemy defeater. This Sword is 5.5 feet long, just the blade, while the handle is 8 inches more. Glamdring is also heavy, weighing around 30 kgs, which compared to the 8 kgs each of the Orcrists is.. mind blowing.

Glamdring has all the gifts of the Orcrists, with the only disadvantage being the weight. But, I'm a fucking Super mutant, some additional kilos is nothing for me.

Glamdring, and Orcrist. One large straight sword, Roman style, while the Orcrists are two curved swords, Elf style.

Maybe I should show these swords to Ta-

And now, I am once again bored. Fuck.

Distract yourself, Mason!

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Another month of just.. existing in the Sanctum passes, and I find myself in a place where I wanted to come for so long, with no guarantee that this place actually existed.

The Savage Lands.

A place in the continent of Antarctica, with homo sapiens, Neanderthals, and a lot of other tribal people living together with fucking dinosaurs. 

I currently stood on top of a Volcano, looking at a group of Pterodactyls flying around, while various other dinosaur breeds could be seen in the distance. I could even make out multiple long necks belonging to the Sauropods that were still alive. In.. I don't even know what year it is now. 

How many years has it been since I came here, to the past? Gods, my mind is too distracted to even calculate it.

The Savage Lands covered a small fraction of the icy lands of Antarctica, barely half a percent in fact. There was an illusion on the Lands, which made it so that the only way to see inside the Savage Lands, is to be inside the Savage Lands. It wasn't Magical however, and I have no idea how the Illusion was grounded.

A total of 7 volcanoes surrounded the Savage Lands, which is how the area was so warm, and free of ice except for on top of the lone non-volcanic mountain.

Standing on top of the same volcano, I take a deep breath, a simple Bubble-Head charm preventing me from suffocating on the ash and smoke. And then, I lift my left hand, and look at the Artefact in it. 

The Eye of the True North. A Relic of my own making that simply.. takes you to where your need WILL be satisfied. Made using the Compass I had found in the stomach of Drugir the Berserk Dragon, in possession of the Witch he had swallowed, the Compass had taken me to where I was going to find the Sands of Time, a couple weeks before they had even been created.

That's Liquid Luck for you.

And now, it had forcefully apparated me on top of this Volcano, when I had asked it to take me to the Savage Lands. 

Closing my eyes, I focus on the next item, and then smile, as I feel myself get pulled into an Apparition tunnel. As soon as I get out of the tunnel, I open my eyes, and slap my hand. A light blue spell exits out of my palm, and hits the Dinosaur which had begun to attack me right on its head, sending it flying to the side, already unconscious.

Can't blame it, I did come out of nowhere.

And then, I look upon the prize. 

Antarctic Vibranium. A metal that can destabilize the Metallic Bonds between the atoms of any metal. It does that by sending out continuous vibrations, as opposed to absorbing all Vibrations that the normal Wakandan Vibranium does, which resonate with the Metal in question, and turns them into.. metal dust.

It can also stab through any metal on Earth, even Vibranium.

But, I have no idea if this is true, let alone if this will hold true against Uru, Asgardian Steel, Magic Silver, Gold, Orichalum, or the other Divine metals.

Only one way to find out. Conjuring a Magic Silver dagger out of Nowhere, I send it flying into the rock of Antarctic Vibranium buried halfway into the Earth. The dagger stabs into the Antarctic Vibranium, thanks to my Enchantments, but then, I see the handle drop right down, with only half an inch of the actual dagger remaining now.

The rest of the metal had directly touched the Vibranium, and got turned into dust summarily.

Fuck! That was fast!

Waving my hand, I lift the Vibranium B, as it is called, up through the Earth, and into the air, and send it to Nowhere.

I could feel that the Vibranium buried here is just a small chunk of the total Vibranium in Antarctica, but if I take any more, then other people could come looking for it.. for me.

My work done, I place the half dagger back into Nowhere, and create a portal back home. This metal should keep me busy for a while, at least until I properly get over Tatiana.

I have no more business here, as much as I want to study this place. I'll come back here later, to set up some form of Observatory or something, but nothing more.

This region is a Sanctuary, similar to what I hope my Island becomes. This place is where Dinosaurs, people, animals, plants, all remain safe from outside hands. I don't want to mess this up, I don't want to do anything to endanger the residents of the Savage Lands.

My small theft of the Vibranium B will have to do.

As soon as I walk through the portal, however, I stop, seeing someone standing in front of me, with a look of annoyance on her face.

"Can I.. help you?" I ask, feeling confused over why the sheer Power I feel from her. Not even Master Ayesha has this much Magic in her, and she's the fucking Sorcerer Supreme!

And this woman, standing in the Welcoming room of the Sanctum, while having no ill intentions towards me or the Sanctum according to the Wards, just gave off a feel of Power.

The woman scowls at me, and says, "You are a hard man to catch, thief. You stole from me. I need the items back, and I want restitution to be paid."

I frown, a bit confused, and say, "I realise this might make me seem like I'm worse than I actually am, but you need to be more specific. I have stolen from a lot of people, but I don't actually remember stealing from you."

And I remember everything.

The woman straightens up, narrowing her eyes at me, and says, "My name.. is Bast of Celestial Heliopolis, the daughter of Amon Ra, and the Protector Goddess. You, mortal Sorcerer, you stole my Isipho, and you stole the Plants I created for my mortals."

Wel.. fuck.

This is not something I had seen coming, since I didn't think the Goddess herself will come after me.

"Would you like to discuss this over some warm drink?" I ask, teleporting us to the Dining room, already seated on the table.

Well, I'm not an idiot, or a savage. Nothing good will come by fighting her. Either she wins, and I die. Or she loses, and the entire Celestial Heliopolis declares War on me or something.

Bast doesn't react to the forceful displacement, and just looks around with some mild curiosity. Nodding, she says, "Yes, let's discuss the terms of your surrender."

Smiling, as the tea starts preparing itself, I say, "Now let's not jump to conclusions. I had a reason for taking the.. Isipho, as well as the Herbs. Wouldn't you like to hear them before making your decision?'

Bast frowns, and says, "Speak then. State your reasons."

As I pour the tea out in two cups, one for each of us, I say, "Your mortals, the Panther Tribe, have killed multiple Nundus, Dragons, and even a pair of Golden Graphorns. I, being the self appointed Protector of Magical creatures, took exception to that, and took the Isipho and the Herb as restitution."

Bast calmly sips the tea, and says, "While the restitution part could have excused you from taking the weapons in the possession of my Mortal's hands, this does not excuse the theft of the Herbs, or the Isipho within the caves. And I don't see how you being the Protector trumps over me being an actual Goddess."

"True." I say, nodding, and stand up. "The reason I felt so highly offended by that act of the Panther Tribe harming the Nundus, is because of this.."

And then, I turn into the form of a Kasha. White flamed, 7 feet tall, I look at Bast's wide eyes with heterochromatic eyes of my own, and turn back into my human form. 

As I sit back down, I say, "I have a spiritual connection to the race of Flaming Cats, and through them, the Feline family. Their attempted murder of a Nundu, along with their disregard for the lives of the Nundu cubs is what drove me to stealing that much from them. Then there's the fact that they only killed Nundus to use their bones in their weapons. Even though I use their bones in my weapons, I wait until the Nundu, or even dragon, dies of natural causes."

I don't mention that she was the one who prompted the Wakandans towards Nundu bones, which allowed them to kill Dragons. As I said, I don't want a fight with her. While with my Magic, I might be able to take her, it will be too problematic down the line.

Bast pauses in her drinking, now calm from her shock of seeing me turn into a Kasha, and stays silent for a few seconds. "This.. complicates things. Your Spiritual connection to the Kasha is true, since I, being a Cat Goddess, can feel it." She says.

Shaking her head, she drops her head in frustration, and says, "You were well within your rights to kill my Panther Tribe. Why didn't you?"

Sighing, I say, "What good would it have done? The remaining Mortals under your protection would have continued doing the same, not to say what you yourself would have done if I had actually killed the offenders."

She stalked me, tracked me down, and spent who knows how many years doing it, just because I stole from her. If I had actually gone through with killing Bashenga and his fellow Wakandans, or at least the ones at the forefront, there wouldn't have been any talk. Bast would have straight up attacked me in revenge.

Bast sighs, and says, "True. It seems we are at an impasse. Your actions had reason enough behind them, and I need some restitution for your crimes against me."

Well, that is not how I see it, but who knows how Gods think? While she understands that my actions had reason, she still isn't ready to forgive the theft. But at least she isn't attacking.

Nodding, I think for a moment, and ask, "What if I pay you with a service? I am a decent Smith, I could create something for you as payment for the items stolen from you."

Bast smiles, and says, "No.. I have another task for you. Do this for me, and I will let this matter go, and consider our business done. Of course, if you steal anything else from me, we would have to revisit the issue once again."

I nod, having expected something like this, and ask, "What would you have me do?"

The smile on her face widens, as Bast says, "There is a Relic bound to me, split into three pieces by the Pharaoh Khafre 2500 years ago. I want you to collect the pieces, and hand it back to me."

"You want me to find the missing Claw of Bast? Which no one has been able to find a single piece of in 2500 years?" I ask, more than a little dubious.

The Claw of Bast was a Relic created in Kamar Taj by a Sorcerer some 3000 years ago. The Claw could empower the wearer into a Pseudo Champion of Bast, giving them powers superior to any man. Above that, it could grant life back to the dead, or restore health to the sickly. 

On the downside, it can only be used Nine times, and it has already been used seven times. Before it could be used some more, Khafre broke it into three pieces, and sent his servants to hide them far away. 

And in these last 2500 years, not a single piece has been found. What makes Bast think that I can find them?

Bast chuckles, and says, "I know you have a tendency to find things you shouldn't be able to. I can see it in your Soul." Well, she's not wrong about that. I have an amazing dumb luck sometimes, and my Eye of True North is just an addition to that. "Do this for me, Sorcerer, and you will clear your debt."

"That's.. not even half as tempting as you think it is." I say, running my hand over my face. 

But what option do I even have? Either I accept this task, this.. fucking Quest, and complete it. Or, I get a vengeful Goddess after me, who knows that I'm in the right, but doesn't give two shits about it.

She just wants justice, or she needs her justice.

I shake my head, and say, "Fine. I will find your Claw, and hand it off to you. And as long as the Panther Tribe stays their hands on killing Magical Creatures for their own greed, I will not take a single action against them."

"Agreed. Glad you understand, Sorcerer." Bast says. And then, she bends down, turns into a black Panther a foot taller than my Kasha form, and says, "I would appreciate a way back to my lands now."

I blink, surprised at hearing the human sounding voice from a panther's mouth, and create a Portal to Africa. Once the Portal closes, I lean back with a sigh, wondering if this is my life now?

I met an actual fucking Goddess, and by God is she a pretty woman. I'm not saying that though, even if she isn't here, I don't want to die, you know. 

Well, at least this new Quest will keep me busy for a few years at least. I doubt finding the Claw of Bast is going to be an easy task.

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Two Months Later:

"I hate my life." I grumble, jumping up, dodging away from the Sphinx's hit. 

The Sphinx, the actual Sphinx, contained the Soul of the Pharaoh Khafre, lying dormant, and hence undetected for all these years. And it had awakened as soon as I had taken the third and final piece of the Claw of Bast from its resting place.

The Tomb of Khafre.

And I'm not talking about the Animal Sphinx, no. I'm talking about the actual Sphinx statue next to the Pyramid of Giza. And fucking Khafre had stored his.. Phylactery, somewhere near the Sphinx.

The fucking soul had taken over the Sphinx, in order to attack whoever had come for the Claw as soon as I had stepped foot in Giza with the two other pieces of the Claw on my person.

Worst part is that just like a Horcrux, most spells, both Sorcery and Magecraft, just splashed harmlessly on the Sphinx. And whatever spells did actually harm it, had no effect on the Soul, since it wasn't actually inside the Sphinx.

Which is why I am stalling, waiting for either my Magic, or my sense of smell, to catch the Soul container. Raising my hand, I catch the stone punch with a Tao Mandala Shield, which breaks and sends me flying backwards.

Landing on my feet, I wait for it to punch again, and create a portal right before it can hit me, sending the fist flying into the back of the Sphinx's head. The Sphinx stumbles forward, and I transfigure the Earth around it to quicksand, slowly causing it to start sinking.

Sniff, sniff.

Found it!

Conjuring a Magic Silver dagger, with Basilisk Venom already absorbed within it, I throw it in a wide arc, away from the Sphinx, and towards the Pyramid of Khafre. My dagger flies high, and the Sphinx turns its head towards it. Before it can even try to get itself out of the quicksand, the dagger stabs up to its hilt into the Stone on the Pyramid.

Which Stone, one might ask. Well, the one at the very top of the Pyramid of Khafre, of course. 

The stone explodes, showing me my dagger just barely touching the Golden Ankh hidden inside it. But, this single touch, this single scratch was enough for the Venom to start working, and within a few seconds, the Ankh explodes too, sending a few more of the topmost stones flying down.

I sigh, seeing the Sphinx stop moving, and raise my head. I mumble, "I'm getting too old for this shit."

And then, I wave my hand, which causes stones to fly back up to their spot, returning to their previous location, while the Sphinx itself appears in its previous, seated position, exactly where it was before.

The three pieces of the Claw of Bast were kept in three different corners of Africa. One was hidden inside a Warded cave in extreme South Africa, another in a Volcano in Western Africa, and lastly, the third piece was in the Tomb of Khafre, in Egypt.

The third piece was likely kept by Khafre himself, until his dying day, while he gave a fake to a servant. He then must've hidden his Soul Anchor inside the Pyramid stone. And then, when he died, the Priests of Anubis kept the Claw Piece with his body, likely having no idea what it is.

He was literally wearing it as a locket.

And now, I have all three pieces. And the only reason I found the pieces, is that I had the Eye of the True North with me.

Cracking my back once everything is back in place, except for the top stone, I apparate to Wakanda, and wait. Bast will come here soon, her Magic is strongest here.

And then, I can hand this Claw off to her, and forget about it, and her.

Fucking Goddess.

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A/N: Sorry about Tatiana's departure, but it had to be done. The way I wrote her, she just wouldn't have settled down this soon. She's a survivor, an adventurer. 

And I also didn't want Mason to settle down this soon. This is life, breakups keep happening! So, yeah. They'll live, but separately. I'm not going to just kill her off or something, so don't worry about that.

Funny story, I had actually forgotten to write about Tatiana going through the Ritual on Pat-reon when I first wrote it. It was only when I checked over the last chapter for mistakes that I saw the part with Mason asking her to go through a Ritual for him.

So, yeah. My subscribers there got to read that part the same day as you guys here lol.

Thank you for your support! Tata!