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The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow

... “Why are you here?” Ishtar asked her. “To be free of Hecate.” “That is not why you are here,” the Goddess objected. “She is merely a consequence. Why are you here?” “I don't understand.” Christy ripped her leg out, stepping forward, reaching the middle of the pool. She sank to her waist, her head barely above the water. Fear burned inside her. “Why are you here?” Christy struggled to think, struggled to move. The mud was so thick, sucking down at her body. She craned her neck back, trying to keep her mouth and nose above the water. “I told you, to be free of Hecate.” Ishtar's expression grew sad; Christy sank a little bit more. She fought to keep her mouth above the water, her arms flailing, splashing the water. If I'm not here to be free of Hecate, then why am I here? Hecate is merely the consequence. The consequence of what? I need Ishtar because I betrayed the Hecate and she is sending Erinyes to kill me? I betrayed Hecate because I was consumed with guilt. I loved Kyle and I hurt him so bad. “Forgiveness,” Christy shouted. “I'm here for forgiveness.” What are you doing, Christy? Aaliyah's words echoed in her mind. The stunned and hurt look on Aaliyah's dusk face was burned into Christy's memories. I knew they were going to kill her, deep down inside, but I let myself believe they were merely going to drain her of her powers. I lied to myself. I sent an innocent woman to her death just so I could have Kyle all to myself. The guilt filled her fully. And more memories ...

... filled her, every bad thing she had ever done in her life. Swearing her soul to Hecate, cheating on her school work, lying to her parents, stealing makeup from a department store, bullying her younger brother until he would cry, all the little hurts she had inflicted on others with a careless word. “Please, forgive me?” she sobbed. “Why should I forgive you?” Ishtar asked. “You have been sorry before, but that did not stop you from doing worse acts.” “I'll be a better person. I promise!” “And will that stop you from causing petty harms again? I can see it all. Hurt still festers inside your younger brother for how you treated him as a child. Rachel had to change schools after you and your friends bullied her in the seventh grade. She often cries herself to sleep. You claim to love Kyle, and yet you crushed his heart in your jealous hands. Will you never harm another? Can you actually promise that?” It was an impossible promise. “I'm a good person though! I really am. I made some mistakes, but so does everyone.” “A good person does not send an innocent being to her death just so she can have a man!” Such anger burned in Ishtar's voice. Christy sank deeper into the mud. She craned her neck, just keeping her nose and lips above the water. The water lapped over her mouth and nose, and she coughed and spluttered as she tried to breath. “Why should you be forgiven, Christy Leonardson?” Why should I be forgiven? The look of betrayed fear in Aaliyah's eyes burned in her mind. Aaliyah had ...