Enyo and Ezio awoke early that morning. Neither one of them seemed to know why, but there was still several hours until breakfast would be served. Mornings like this, they usually followed the same route, they would meet up by the practice dummies and train, so that way they could increase their skills with both khopesh verses khopesh and also khopesh verses gladius. Through the exhibition fights, they talked in perfect Egyptian, a benefit to having parents that actually stayed with them.
"So, where shall we go now?" Ezio said in their native tongue, Egyptian.
"Ohhh! Can we go to the ridge?" She loved that ridge so much, but they didn't give it a proper name yet.
Giving a nod, they walked toward the forest, and as they got close to the trees, the darkness started to glow black. What looked like a tear in the world, jumping through, they found themselves on the ridge that had more suicide cases then murders in New York. Enyo immediately went and sat on the edge while Ezio almost passed out from exhaustion. "We.... we have to find a way to make it less taxing on me." They had been going to this ridge since the first day they stumbled across it when their parents were training them to use the Duat. Reaching his hand out, beyond his elbow disappeared as he invoked his power to grab a bottle of water he had stored there earlier. Taking a drink, he passed it to his sister, whom hadn't drunk anything all morning. "We need to head back soon, however, breakfast is almost upon us." He said in English, since he needed to get back into the habit. With a nod from Enyo, they held hands and jumped from the ridge, one of the most dangerous things they had done when they found it originally. At the bottom it opened into a small cave, so there were plenty of shadows to go back with. When they got back to the camp, Enyo had Ezio over her shoulder, "We should have stayed longer brother." she walked toward the mess hall, barely breaking a sweat from his weight.