Chapter 1

A very short chapter, written to get my head in the space of this story. Honestly I'm writing this for me, but feedback is still appreciated.

Serqet jolted upright. She didn't know where she was or what happened. She didn't know the time or the date. Her head hurt, her chest felt like it was going to explode, and her legs were sore. Her eyes shot open, only to be met with stinging pain.

"Oh gods! Serqet you're awake!"

There was a high-pitched, feminine voice to her right. Serqet looked over to see a very concerned Neith, her eyes filled with a mix of so many emotions. The weaver began to wrap an arm around the bed-ridden goddess, but quickly regretted it when she let out a yelp of pain. She and Serqet were very close, and it pained Neith greatly to see her friend in such a state. It shouldn't of happened in the first place.

"I-.. what- what happened? Where am I?" Serqet asked quietly, her voice shaky.

"You're in the medical center, Ra has been keeping you somewhat stable. I don't think I've left your side once the last few days."

"Oh, that- wait, days..?" The scorpion goddess whimpered, placing a hand on Neith's thigh. Her eyes were wide open with shock. "I've been unconscious for days?"

Neith's untelling face formed into a small frown. The bow-wielding goddess could tell her friend was beginning to panic. She looked away for a moment before placing Serqet's hand back on the bed. "Shh, shh.. just rest, I'll explain later." Serqet didn't pursue, closing her eyes once more and leaning back again, groaning as she did.

Another day had passed, and Serqet had clearly improved in condition, but never managed the strength to get out of bed. Neith couldn't stop thinking about it. Ra had finally convinced her to get a breath of fresh air outside. She definitely needed it. Maybe I just need to find a distraction. Ra will keep Serqet in good shape. Neith trusted Ra more than most, and that trust was really the only thing keeping her sane. Now it was just time to loosen her mind up.

The weaver delivered shot after shot to a poor straw dummy in the training room, her arrows hitting their target every single time. Luckily she could just summon arrows, because there was already almost 150 impaling the dummy, and every shot fired a little quicker than the last. Neith was known to be quite gentle and caring, even to foreign gods, but her anger was running wild now. It kept growing and growing until it finally apexed in a scream of frustration, along with a wall of energy from her bow that sent the dummy flying across the room. Anybody unlucky enough to cross her at this moment would find an arrow in their chest.

"That fucking Greek, that ugly, winged, sythe carrying, masked THING!"

Her bow was now being slammed into the ground in pure hatred of this God of Death. She always knew his intentions were never good, but she never expected something like this. Neith wondered what the Greek pantheon would be doing about it. Surely they couldn't let something like this slide, especially with Nemesis there. But that all begged the question: why did he do this in the first place, and why did he target Serqet of all gods?