#ch: zia rashid

[hyllaarellano]

zia rashid x reyna avila ramírez-arellano x annabeth chase 

Love until we burn up, fire Do whatever gets you seen Kiss me with adventure, ah Until I forget my name

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Right…so when Apophis breaks out, he’ll try to destroy Ma’at, the order of the universe. He’ll swallow the sun, plunge the earth into eternal darkness, and otherwise make us have a very bad day.

[dailykanechronicles]

The Serpent's Shadow, Ch. 20 'I take a Chair'

This is the Shadow Execration quote right there in terms of what it does to someone it hits, it is agreeably a far more powerful version of the Execration spell with near-identical means of casting and far greater consequences for failure, you can put it on a Read More if you want.

I’m surprised the Wikia isn’t doing this either, this quote right there will help change their minds perhaps.

‘C A R T E R

20. I Take a Chair

LIKE I SAID, I’M NOT GOOD WITH INCANTATIONS.

Doing one right requires unbroken concentration, correct pronunciation, and perfect timing. Otherwise you’re liable to destroy yourself and everyone within ten feet, or turn yourself into some form of marsupial.

Trying to cast a spell with someone else—that’s doubly hard.

Sure, Sadie and I had studied the words, but it’s not like we could actually do the execration in advance. With a spell like that, you only get one shot.

As we began, I was aware of Bast and Bes battling the serpent, and our other allies locked in combat at different levels of the Duat. The temperature kept dropping. Crevices widened in the ground. Red lightning spread across the sky like cracks in a black dome.

It was hard to keep my teeth from chattering. I concentrated on the stone figurine of Apophis. As we chanted, the statue began to smoke.

I tried not to think about the last time I’d heard this incantation. Michel Desjardins had died casting it, and he had faced only a partial manifestation of the serpent, not Apophis at his full power after triumphantly devouring Ra.

Focus, Horus told me.

Easy for him to say. The noise, cold, and explosions around us made it almost impossible—like trying to count backward from a hundred while people scream random numbers in your ears.

Bast was thrown over our heads and landed against a stone block. Bes roared in anger. He slammed his club into the snake’s neck so hard, Apophis’s eyes rattled in his head.

Apophis snapped at Bes, who grabbed one fang and hung on for dear life as the serpent raised his head and shook his mouth, trying to dislodge the dwarf god.

Sadie and I continued to chant. The serpent’s shadow steamed as the figurine heated up. Gold and blue light swirled around us as Isis and Horus did their best to shield us. Sweat stung my eyes. Despite the frosty air, I began to feel feverish.

When we came to the most important part of the spell—the naming of the enemy—I finally began to sense the true nature of the serpent’s shadow. Funny how that works: sometimes you don’t really understand something until you destroy it. The sheut was more than just a copy or a reflection, more than a “backup disk” for the soul.

A person’s shadow stood for his legacy, his impact on the world. Some people cast hardly any shadow at all. Some cast long, deep shadows that endured for centuries. I thought about what the ghost Setne had said—how he and I had each grown up in the shadow of a famous father. I realized now that he hadn’t just meant it as a figure of speech. My dad cast a powerful shadow that still affected me and the whole world.

If a person cast no shadow at all, he couldn’t be alive. His existence became meaningless. Execrating Apophis by destroying his shadow would cut his connection to the mortal world completely. He’d never be able to rise again. I finally understood why he’d been so anxious to burn Setne’s scrolls, and why he was afraid of this spell.

We reached the last lines. Apophis dislodged Bes from his fang, and the dwarf sailed into the side of the Great Pyramid.

The serpent turned toward us as we spoke the final words: “We exile you beyond the void. You are no more.”

“NO!” Apophis roared.

The statue flared, dissolving in our hands. The shadow disappeared in a puff of vapor, and an explosive wave of darkness knocked us off our feet.

The serpent’s legacy on the earth shattered—the wars, murders, turmoil, and anarchy Apophis had caused since ancient times finally lost power, no longer casting their shadow across our future. Souls of the dead were expelled from the blast—thousands of ghosts that had been trapped and crushed within the shadow of Chaos. A voice whispered in my mind: Carter, and I sobbed with relief. I couldn’t see her, but I knew that our mother was free. Her spirit was returning to its place in the Duat.

“Shortsighted mortals!” Apophis writhed and began to shrink. “You haven’t just killed me. You’ve exiled the gods!”

The Duat collapsed, layer upon layer, until the plains of Giza were one reality again. Our magician friends stood in a daze around us. The gods, however, were nowhere to be seen.

The serpent hissed, his scales falling away in smoking pieces. “Ma’at and Chaos are linked, you fools! You cannot push me away without pushing away the gods. As for Ra, he shall die within me, slowly digested—”

He was cut short (literally) when his head exploded. Yes, it was just as gross as it sounds. Flaming bits of reptile flew everywhere. A ball of fire rolled up from the serpent’s neck. The body of Apophis crumbled into sand and steaming goo, and Zia Rashid stepped out of the wreckage.

Her dress was in tatters. Her golden staff had cracked like a wishbone, but she was alive.

I ran toward her. She stumbled and collapsed against me, completely exhausted.’ -The Serpent’s Shadow, Ch. 20: ’I take a chair’, Pg. 366-369

It’s the display of what Shadow Execration does, you wanna put it at a Read More if you accept the submission?

[hyllaarellano]

ziabeth headcanons

for @mermaid-hair-and-swords

their first date is a coffee date where they avoid talking about their adventures and instead discuss their future plans

i headcanon annabeth as pretty tall, like 5'10/5'11, and zia as pretty short, around 5'5, so imagine annabeth behind zia, her chin resting on top of zia’s head and her arms wrap around zia’s torso

zia will curl up on a couch n annabeth likes to sit on the floor next to where zia is and lay her head on zia’s thighs

zia wakes annabeth up when she falls asleep researching n gets her into bed

neither of them can cook for the life of them n mostly rely on their friends kindness n takeout

when they move in together, their house is never truly clean bc try as they might, annabeth is a Disaster™

they’re basically older queer role models for ladizel n it’s super adorable

[hyllaarellano]

Tee who's your lovely Zia fc? They're an amazing choice and I wanna know

imaan hammam! she’s egyptian too, which is awesome! 

[hyllaarellano]

arellashid as rival teachers who wanna bang but also end up catching feelings (for @pjosapphicweeks day 6: career au)

Zia walked into her classroom to find Reyna Arellano sitting on one of her desks. “Arellano?” she asked, taken aback. “What are you doing here?” 

 Reyna stood up from where she was sitting in a single elegant move. “Just coming to check on you, Zia. Annabeth told me something happened with your wards? Are you all okay?” 

Zia’s eyes widened. Reyna never called her by her first name, always sticking to an imperious (and hot) ‘Rashid’. "Oh, we're all fine. Sadie was doing something ridiculous with her friends, as usual, and broke her arm. She's fine though." 

Reyna's body sagged for a moment and she allowed relief to flash across her face. Zia was shocked at the uncharacteristic show of emotion from the normally stoic and regal woman. "I'm happy for you then, Rashid. I just wanted to check in on you." She collected herself and went to leave the room, but Zia caught the crook of her elbow before she crossed the threshold. Reyna paused and looked back at her with an arched eyebrow. "Yes?" she asked. 

Zia felt her face heat up. "Thank you for your concern...Reyna," she said, struggling to keep control over her facial expressions. 

Reyna's face softened and she smiled at her, a genuine one. "It's no problem, Zia. Stay safe and keep your kids safe." At that, she left, not noticing how flustered Zia had become. Not knowing that she had changed their relationship.

[hyllaarellano]

ziabeth 

I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation You're living in the past It's a new generation

[hyllaarellano]

concept: annabeth seeing zia for the first time & having a "oh shit i'm gay" realization

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sapphic messes ↠ arellashid

reyna/zia aesthetic