Here is a snippet of ‘something yet to be.’ I think it will end up in Grace Awakening Myth, but it will tell me for certain in its own time. The author has very little say in these matters. Characters have their own agendas. Lethe is the river of forgetfulness from which humans drink before they pass into the underworld. The personification of the river is the goddess Lethe herself. ‘She’ is Mnemosyne, goddess of memory. ‘He’ is… uh…well. Ben. Sort of.
She remembers all, of course. She must. It is her talent and her obligation. It is her blessing and her curse. Everything is in balance, an essential paradox poised on the point of a pin.
He doesn’t remember everything. Whatever he sees in those longing backward glances, Mnemosyne knows the two sided blade. She has gifted him with the joy of them, but she has blessed him with Lethe’s touch as well. Of course, he has no memory of that.
He senses the tragedies though, despite the lack of memory. He feels the ephemeral pain of loss, rejection, disdain and disgust. He clings to the fear of them, to fuel his pursuit, but they threaten to overwhelm him at times. It was doing so now. She could feel the force of her presence stirring memories in him.
A faint hum stirred the air along with a cool, gentle scent. Mnemosyne reached behind her to a goblet that had materialized there. She touched his shoulder, “Here, son. Drink.”
He smiled vaguely, sipping down the draught. He nodded gratefully, and she felt the tension leave him as he gazed beyond the room. “I must go.”
She nodded. “I will do what I can from here.”
As he turned into the ether, she smiled to herself. “Thank you, Lethe,” she said to the empty room, and heard the distant melodious chuckle in response.