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The Final Melody
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THE FORGOTTEN
Cecilia Randell
THE COMPLETE TRILOGY
A Forgotten Goddess
The Legends That Remain
The Final Melody
Copyright © 2019 by Cecilia Randell
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotes in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Editing by Heather Long and Missy Fournier
Front cover image by Covers by Combs
Published by Blue Wren Publishing
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Created with Vellum
Contents
A Forgotten Goddess
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
A Note From the Author
The Legends That Remain
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
A Note from the Author
The Final Melody
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue
A Note From The Author
About the Author
A FORGOTTEN GODDESS
Cecilia Randell
Book One of The Forgotten Trilogy
There are so many out there who have supported me. Family, friends, fellow authors. I am eternally grateful to you. For this one…this one is for Faith, without whom this idea would have never been.
Chapter 1
Dearest Bastet,
I’m writing this in the notes application you showed me. There is something wrong with the texting feature of the phone, and I cannot find the one for the emailing. But I do not want to lose these thoughts. I will send them as soon as I have found a computer for my use.
I have made it to the new country, this Ireland, and to the county Sligo. The locals are very interesting, at times gregarious and overly familiar, and at others just like Seth, or even Anubis, turning their chins up in disdain. But not cold, really, they are never cold.
But this place is. Why didn’t you tell me to order gloves?
- Bat, the goddess who is damp
BAT SITRU
Bat shuddered as she pressed through the crowd, her eyes assaulted by the too bright green of banners and streamers despite the half-light of dusk. Cries of greeting and excitement simply added to the offense. The scent of beer wafted from open doors and clutched glasses—and though pleasant in itself—when mixed with something she suspected was cabbage, it had her stomach stirring in revolt.
Many of the storefronts were already closed, though quite a few drinking establishments remained open. Pubs. They are called pubs. Streetlights came on and colored safety lights lined the bridge a few blocks away, glinting off the surface of a small river. A brief moment of longing for the swift waters of the Nile filled her.
She’d left her small home near the banks just days before, but having never traveled farther than the next nome—village—over, even when her worshipers had extended to Lower Egypt and the delta, she was not used to being surrounded by such… foreignness.
Be honest with yourself, Bat. Even home is no longer home.
A group of revelers passed close on her left, jostling her shoulder bag and half-spinning her.
“Sorry, love!” a man called back to her, then continued on with his friends.
Cold, damp wind blew her dark hair over her eyes as she moved from the center of the walk and closer to the buildings, tugging her case behind her. She needed a moment, just one, to get her bearings. Another blast of air hit her, bringing with it the scent of rain and salt. She wrapped her free arm around her middle and huddled into her inadequate coat.
Gloves. Gloves and boots and a scarf should have been on the list. As thorough as her and Bastet’s research had been, they had obviously missed some things. Or the cat was up to her usual tricks. Having a greater mobility—and larger territory—than Bat, the cat knew so much more of this modern world; deliberately putting Bat through a mild torture was exactly something the other goddess would do.
She closed her eyes and breathed in. Remember why you are here, Bat. Remember. You are needed.
Bat snorted, softly, a bad habit she’d picked up from Bastet over the centuries. She hadn’t been needed in millennia. Not since she’d fulfilled the purpose of her creation and helped to unite the kingdoms of Upper and Lower Egypt. After that time, well… No one worshipped the gods as they once had, but she hadn’t been sought out, or even remembered, by more than a handful of scholars and explorers over the centuries.
What made her think anything would be different in this land of green fields, cliffs, and damp? A few vague visions and the slim hope that she could help someone, somewhere?
Because you are she of the two faces, who has been saved. A soft and wa
rm breeze accompanied the words, and for one moment she was home on the banks of the Nile, cradled in the arms of Nut the mother sky and supported by Geb the father earth. In that brief moment she was a young goddess, looking hopefully to the years stretched out before her.
And I have saved myself from all things evil. She finished the ancient incantation and opened her eyes. Renewed determination filled her. Her powers may be greatly diminished, but they were not gone. She had followed her visions to this place, this Ireland, and she was determined to see them through to the end.
Now she simply needed to find the damned apartment she had rented through the Internet. When a person has traveled over forty-three hundred kilometers and used multiple forms of transportation, you would assume finding one address would be simple. But no. She had acquired a cellular data phone just for this trip, but the map function—app—had been showing an error message as soon as she landed in this country. Combine that with the general intoxication level of the residents, the lack of a paper map, and it was the perfect recipe for becoming lost.
Which she was.
Maybe she should have accepted Khonsu’s offer of a ride. Days of arduous travel were more than enough to knock down any goddess’s pride. But, she had needed to do this on her own. It was important. Standing on her own, even for just a couple months, was the goal; hitching a lift with a moon god was neither of those things.
Curling her toes in her flats and working some feeling back into them, she released the handle of her case and pulled the printed confirmation from her shoulder bag.
45 O’Connell Street, Abbey Quarter North, Sligo, Ireland.
She was close. O’Connell Street should be right in this area. She hadn’t anticipated the country-wide celebrations, though. She knew this new religion had spread widely over the world, and hung on much longer than any of the gods had thought it would, but she hadn’t realized the saints garnered such celebration. It was more than many of the old gods received, even in the height of their power.
Her Idiot’s Guide had mentioned this Patrick, though it talked more of his story than his worship rituals. In fact, if she weren’t so miserably cold, she would have enjoyed celebrating what sounded like an intriguing man, especially with the drinking of beer. She felt a kinship with him and his work of seeking to unite warring peoples of different beliefs.
It was a shame that his efforts had later been ruined. Just as mine were. She pulled a lock of her hair and pushed the thought aside. Things that had happened almost five millennia before did not matter. And she would continue to remind herself of this until it sunk in.
As she peered around, seeking a street sign or landmark that would tell her precisely where she was, a strange woman with green hair tripped over Bat’s case, stumbling into another man who was also just passing. Bat grabbed the handle and pulled her belongings close as the man caught the green-haired woman, helping her regain her balance.
When they both turned to her, Bat stiffened. Their faces were pale, as so many were in this land, and soft. The woman’s eyes narrowed and scanned from Bat’s straight but tangled black hair, over her plump figure clad in tights and coat, to her inadequately covered feet.
“All right, are ya?”
The woman’s accent was thicker than the ones Bat had encountered so far, and it took her a moment to sort through her words. “Should I not be asking that of you?” Another gust of wind hit her, and she shuddered.
The woman’s expression softened and a kind smile stretched across this stranger’s face. She turned to the man. “I’m after thinking she’s lost.” She turned back to Bat. “Whatever possessed you to travel on Saint Paddy’s?” She shook her head and continued before Bat could answer. “Where are you going then?”
“Ailis, don’t bother the girl now.” The man, with a head of graying hair and carrying a comfortable weight, nudged the green-haired woman to the side, taking her place. “Are ya lost?”
Amused at being called a girl, and no longer above accepting help if offered, she answered, “Yes. I am looking for 45 O’Connell Street. I received directions at the transport station, but I have become disoriented.”
“Now, Con, don’t scare her off.” Ailis stepped in front of the man. “I know the place. It’s the O’Loinsigh pub. Ye’re close. Two streets down and turn right. It’s the Dubros. Look for the blue door.” Her smile tightened, and Bat grew wary.
Expressions like hers were not unfamiliar and were usually worn by Bastet when the subject of Hathor or Horus came up during a visit. Bat was long over the betrayal that never really was; Horus had never made promises, and neither had Bat. Once more shaking off an old pain that was more of a dull ache, she returned to the present. “Is there something I should know?”
The woman shrugged. “They may no’ be open. The O’Loinsighs stick to the old ways.”
Bat relaxed. “Oh, that is fine. I am renting the spare room they advertised. I do not mind if the pub is closed.”
“Oh, are ya here for a while?” Ailis stepped closer and Bat could see her eyes matched her hair. “Come see me at O’Malley’s. We’re a bit of a general store, grocer, hardware. We’ll have a chat.”
Bat smiled and opened her mouth to answer then shivered again, hard.
“And we’re keeping you. Ye’re near frozen. You come see me, we’ll get you set up. Now, just go on down that way.” She pointed in the direction Bat had been heading. “Turn right, now, and as I said, it’s the one with the blue door.” She grabbed Con’s arm and tugged. “Come on Con, let’s let her be.”
Con rolled his eyes, sent Bat a grin, and then allowed Ailis to lead him away. Gazing after them, her mind’s eye opened.
Flash. Green hair matted with blood on one side. A pale face stretched into a fierce grin, and a hand gripping a small knife coated in yet more blood.
She strained for more, opening her senses to the stars above. Though they were obscured by the last light of day and the hovering clouds, she could always sense them, no matter how diminished she had become.
They answered with a faint pulse of welcome. But gave her nothing else, and the vision faded to nothing. Whether she saw past or future in that flash she didn’t know, but she upped Ailis from an impetuous—though welcoming—local to a possible danger, or an ally.
Shaking off her speculations, she headed along the walk in the direction indicated, only needing to dodge stumbling revelers twice. Following Ailis’s directions, she turned right on O’Connell. This street was quieter and most of the shops dark. The light was fast fading in the way of most twilights, and Bat hurried along the walk, scanning the storefronts until she spotted a blue door.
Light spilled through the curtained windows as did voices and music. Trying the knob, she found the door locked. She rapped loudly and sighed, once again clutching her arms around her middle. So close to getting warm. She pulled out the printout and compared it to the address plate.
45 O’Connell Street
She studied the ornate and scripted writing on the window front.
The Dubros
Yes, this was the right place. Ailis had warned her they may be closed, but there were obviously people inside. She banged on the blue painted door once more. A light mist settled around her and the chill traveled straight through her bones as she waited. She raised her fist again, ready to hammer it like Seth in a tantrum, when the door was yanked open.
Damn, I wish I was still a fertility deity.
Chapter 2
Bastie,
I met someone tonight. Three someones, to make even Isis jealous. I suspect you know just who I mean.
- Bat, the goddess who is still damp.
BAT
The man before her would have been a wonderful offering. That was, if she still accepted those types of offerings and if they were ever brought to her. Those had ceased around the same time all other offerings and sacrifices had tapered off. It was also around the same time Horus had risen to prominence and Seth had fallen fully out of favor.
This man though… Bat sighed and momentarily forgot the chill. Tall, broad-shouldered, with swirling tattoos peeking out from the pushed-up sleeves of his sweater, he had short dark hair and the shadow of a stubble along his jaw. And his eyes. Oh, those eyes. Bright blue, like the lapis of her pendant, and shining from his face.
A scowling face. “What do ya want?”
She blinked. Men were not normally rude to her. Indifferent, yes, but not rude. “I… rented the extra room?” She held out her confirmation.
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