OsirisTroy has a minion!

Cleopatra the Anubi

He looked at the room of students before him. The faces changed from semester to semester. Occasionally he would see the same face more than one semester in a row in the same class. It was disappointing when that occurred. But what he and his class were facing now was the pinnacle of disappointment.

“Come on, you guys. It’s past midterms and you still can’t seem to get it together!” He looked into the faces that had not really changed in countenance. “I specifically mentioned in my syllabus that I would hand out quizzes to see how well everyone knows the material. And most of you…” the professor shook his head. It was possible that some hadn’t gotten the hint, or everyone was playing it cool. At least until they actually saw their grade for the recent pop quiz he’d given last week.

“This civilization has been a topic of great interest for centuries. Some have gone on to claim that this civilization is the cradle of Western society as we know it today, and not the Greeks. This claim has been disputed by many in the historical field, with arguments and hot debate constantly being exchanged between sides. So much passion has been put into the discussion about this civilization and just how much influence it has exerted over the centuries, yet you guys can’t seem to even read the Egyptian alphabet!”

The professor, OsirisTroy, had mentioned the Egyptian alphabet and its history at certain intervals ever since the semester had started that January. He had also taken care to articulate that knowledge of this alphabet would be part of the midterm and final. The students had taken that midterm…and just about every student had failed that section miserably. This had to be his most disappointing class yet. OsirisTroy sighed and went on to teach the lesson for that day. His frustration had not completely dissipated after he had dismissed class for the day. Ever since he had come to this university to teach, his greatest wish was to share the great influence of the civilization of Egypt with his students so that they in turn could pass that knowledge on to the next generation. But in recent years it had become harder to create the spark of learning in a large group of students. Many of them only saw the class as a small, insignificant stepping stone on the way to a degree. OsirisTroy sighed as he gathered his papers and left the classroom.

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OsirisTroy opened his eyes and found himself in an area draped in murky smoke. He glanced around but saw nothing familiar. Then a mysterious cloaked figure approached him.

“Who are…you?” asked OsirisTroy.

“My name is not important,” answered the mysterious being. “What is important is the next stage of your existence. While you were in a barbershop conversing with the staff and patrons, you suffered a heart attack and passed away.”

“I’m….I’m DEAD?!” cried OsirisTroy. “That’s why I’m here?!”

The mysterious being nodded and continued, “While in the realm of the mortals, you made outstanding accomplishments in your discipline of Egyptian history. With such prestige under your belt, you could have chosen one of the top performing universities to perform your craft. Instead, you chose to teach at an overlooked university that you felt needed your expertise and knowledge more. It was always your desire to spark the fire of learning in your students. And today, that wish has been granted. In your new life, you have been given the power to rekindle the desire to learn in even the most weary souls.”

OsirisTroy looked down and saw the transformation his body had undergone. He was now a majestic angel archan, and on his left side there was a strange symbol that seemed to represent some sort of flame.

“Bearing that mark has given you the aforementioned power to inspire others to learn. Now go forth, OsirisTroy, and make new beginnings for yourself,” the mysterious figure said as he and the strange void began to fade away.

OsirisTroy now found himself in a large desert with scorching heat. The archan had a look of confusion on his face, and his mind was filled with questions.

How could this happen? Why did this happen? Why now? What will I do now? This place is completely unfamiliar to me. I don’t know where to go….

He looked down at his paws. He lifted up his paw and attempted to use the new power he had received. After struggling for a few seconds, a tiny flame appeared in his paw. OsirisTroy sighed. It was obvious that in order to use this new power correctly he would have to learn how to use magic.

OsirisTroy wandered the desert until he came upon a strange house with a sign that said “Old Wizard-Expert in Magical Arts”. The archan knocked on the door, and a strange old man with glasses opened the door.

“Hmm? Who is this?” asked the old man.

“Are you the old wizard?” asked OsirisTroy.

“Yes, I am. Are you seeking out a quest? Well, I do have some things I need, now that I’m older and can’t get around as much as I…” the wizard began.

“No, sir. I’m looking for someone with knowledge in fire-based magic. It seems that I’ve woken up and discovered that I’ve gained abilities based around that element.” OsirisTroy replied.

“Ah,” replied the wizard. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. Come in and we’ll discuss the matter further.”

OsirisTroy smiled as he entered the wizard’s home.

A new legend was about to begin.

In memory of my late Egyptian history professor Troy Allen. The first half to the story is based on events that occurred on the last day he taught my class.

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