Gladiator Clash. Chris Blake

Чтение книги онлайн.

      “Eek!” Isis shrieked, shrinking back in fear. “You didn’t tell me you were a sorceror.”

      “I’m not,” Tom said with a sigh, as he switched his bedroom light on and off. “It’s just a light.”

      Isis slowly stepped into Tom’s bedroom, looking round it curiously. The ride home from the museum had been interesting, as Isis was convinced that the car was a magic, horseless chariot. Tom had tried to fill Isis in on everything that had happened since she died, but the Egyptian princess had a thousand questions about the modern world. Tom was exhausted from his attempts to explain everything from electricity to aeroplanes.

      “I tell you what, let’s Google a few things on the computer,” Tom suggested. “Maybe we can find out more about your world too.”

      Tom sat at his desk and hit a button on the keyboard. The bright colours of the monitor lit the room.

      Isis jumped up and cowered behind Tom. “It’s a demon from the Underworld come to get me!” she shouted.

      Tom laughed. “It’s OK,” he said. “It’s just my computer.”

      Tapping away on his keyboard, fact by fact, Tom unravelled Isis’s past.

      “So you’re from Ancient Egypt in 2800 BC,” he said. “That makes you almost five thousand years old.” Tom whistled softly.

      “Let me see!” Isis said, looking over his shoulder. “Does it say that I was a brilliant dancer and could play the harp better than anyone else in the Nile delta?”

      Suddenly, the ground beneath them rumbled and the air started to whip around the room like a mysterious whirlwind.

      “Is this another modern invention?” Isis asked nervously.

      “N-n-no,” Tom stammered. “Not that I know of!”

      “SILENCE, children!” a voice boomed.

      Tom peered into the gloom and saw two red eyes glowing menacingly at him. He shrank back in horror.

      Isis swung around to face the owner of the voice as he stepped out of the shadows.

      “Hello, Anubis,” she said. “You didn’t think I’d ever get out of that statue, did you? Well, never underestimate a princess.”

      Tom looked up… at the god of the Underworld! He recognised the jackal-headed god from pictures he had seen in his dad’s books.

      “Little Isis Amun-Ra,” Anubis said in a haughty voice. “Still cheeky after five thousand years? Well, prepare yourself. Your challenge is about to begin.”

      Anubis folded his arms across his bare chest, raising an eyebrow at Tom. “You freed the princess from her statue, boy. Now you are destined by the gods to accompany Isis Amun-Ra on her journey through time to find her amulets.”

      Frustration burst out of Tom in a flurry of angry words. “Now just hold on! That’s not fair!” He thumped the desk and glared at Anubis and Isis. “I’ve got caught up in this by accident—”

      “You don’t have a choice,” Anubis growled. “To find the amulets, you will both journey far back in time to some of the most dangerous moments in history. Time will stand still while you are away, boy. Your parents will know nothing of your adventures.”

      Tom’s ears pricked up at the word ‘history’. He loved reading about history. Here was a chance to go on a treasure hunt through history and see it with his own eyes, even if he did have to go with a bossy Ancient Egyptian princess. It was the chance of a lifetime!

      Anubis held his long arms wide and the strange wind started to whip up again.

      “Prepare for your first journey,” he said.

      Tom, Isis and Cleo, nervous of where they might end up, held hands and paws in a circle. The powerful tornado started to curl around them, pulling them out of Tom’s world and into the unknown.