Young Writers Society

"Rowan," she introduces herself, eyes fading back to green. "That's Maahes, he's an alien, I think, and then I have no idea who that is." She gestures to each figure in turn.

“Oh wow. A mystery boy and an alien.”

"Maahes..." Raiden mumbled, stroking his chin
"I've heard that name somewhere before...I'm sure."

Maahes was more than a little confused by the boy's sudden appearance, but any confusion was quickly replaced by a sudden jolt of terror: the boy recognized his name. No one had recognized it the entire time he was here, and he doubted anyone would. But to think that someone knew who he was-

No. It was just a random coincidence. That was all. This boy had nothing to do with the Goa'uld, and would never realize that he was the Maahes from mythology. Maahes wasn't a common name, but there was nothing to say that he couldn't pretend that it was among his kind.

"But wait, who are you?" Robin asked the boy who'd mysteriously popped up suddenly.

"Dunno, who are you?" he replied, looking back at the man with raised eyebrows.

"I'm Robin," Robin said with a smile and a tiny bow of his head.

He pointed to the man.
"Robin..." shifting his finger to the other lady, he spoke again, "Rowan," he jerked a thumb towards himself, "Raiden!" he finished, a smile on his face.

"Oh wow, three R names. What are the chances, am I right?"

Maahes awkwardly stood on the side, trying not to think about his actual name or how he was the odd one out - and not just in terms of the first letter of his name.

"I have no idea what the odds are, nor do I wish to do the math to figure it out," he said, before looking around at the store they were in.
"Maahes have we met before?" asked Raiden suddenly, looking over the man

Rowan rolls her eyes at these antics, walking back over to Maahes and pushing past Raiden with a pointed, if somewhat gentle, push. "Are we going to the city or not?"

"Oh, you're going to the city? What for?" Robin asked, following Rowan.

“Ship parts.”