01_-_The_Alchemyst

The glow that covered Josh was a warm golden hue. It was
concentrated mainly around his head and hands, throbbing and pulsing in sync
with his heartbeat. The irises of his eyes were like golden coins.
But although the twins could see the glow that hovered around each
other and their own bodies, they felt no different. There were only the smells
in the air—oranges and vanilla ice cream.
Without a word, Hekate pulled away from the twins, and immediately
the glow faded. Striding back to Flamel, she caught him by the arm and
moved him farther down the path, out of earshot of the twins and Scatty.
“Do you have any idea what that was all about?” Sophie asked the
Warrior. There was a distinct tremble in her voice, and she could still taste
vanilla ice cream in her mouth and smell it on the air.
“The goddess was checking your auras,” Scathach said.
“That was the golden glow around Josh?” Sophie asked, looking at her
brother.
“Yours was silver,” Josh said immediately.
Scathach picked up a flat pebble and tossed it into the bushes. It hit
something solid, which immediately lumbered away through the undergrowth.
“Most auras are a mixture of colors. Very, very, very few people have pure
colors.”
“Like ours?” Sophie asked.
“Like yours,” Scatty said glumly. “Last person I knew to have a pure
silver aura was the woman you know as Joan of Arc.”
“What about the gold aura?” Josh said.
“Even rarer,” Scatty said. “The last person I can recall having that color
was…” She frowned, remembering. “The boy king, Tutankhamen.”
“Was that why he was buried with so much gold?”
“One of the reasons,” Scathach agreed.
“Don’t tell me you knew King Tut,” Josh teased.