P. Cast - Brighid’s Quest

The second book in the Partholon series, 2005

Through the blood of a dying Goddess your people will be saved.

More than one hundred years ago, women began disappearing from a green, prosperous land called Partholon. At first the disappearances were sporadic, seemingly random. It wasnt until an invading horde attacked MacCallan Castle, slaughtered the Clans brave warriors and enslaved their women that the awful truth became known. The Fomorians, a race of winged demons, were using human women to breed a new race of monsters. It meant nothing to the vampiric creatures that birthing the mutant fetuses caused the death of the unwilling mothers. The human women were incubators-their deaths were no more than an evil means to a ghastly end.

The Goddess Eponas rage was terrible, and through her Chosen One, the Goddess Incarnate Rhiannon, and her centaur lifemate ClanFintan, the peoples of Partholon united to defeat the Fomorians. The demon race was destroyed, but the people of Partholon did not realize that the wars legacy was more than death and evil. In the Wastelands, far away from the heart of Partholon, winged children were born to human mothers who miraculously survived. Part demon, part human the small group of hybrid beings struggled to carve a life for themselves out of the Wastelands. They held firm to their humanity, even when refusing the call of their fathers dark blood caused them painpain that slowly eroded their will until madness became their only respite.

Through the blood of a dying Goddess your people will be saved.

But Epona had not forgotten the women who never lost hope and stayed faithful to their Goddess, though they could not return to Partholon with their winged children. The great Goddess whispered The Prophecy to her deposed children, and the promise of salvation breathed hope into the race of half-demons.

A century turned slowly and the winged people waited for the answer to their prayers. Partholon recovered and prospered again, and the Fomorian War became a memory, entombed in history.

And then a child was born, part human and part centaur. Touched by Eponas powerful hand the babe was given the name Elphame. Through dreams she called to Lochlan, the leader of the winged half-demons who waited in the Wastelands. The child grew to adulthood, and Lochlan followed the threads of his dreams to MacCallan Castle where Elphame awakened more than the stones of the ancient ruin.

Through the blood of a dying Goddess your people will be saved.

Out of love for Lochlan and trust in her Goddess, Elphame fulfilled The Prophecy, sacrificing a piece of her own humanity as well as her brothers heart to save the race of hybrid Fomorians. Now this new breed of beings was finally coming home. But their struggle had just begun. Remember, the Path of the Goddess was not an easy one to tread

Elphame was exactly where the Huntress had thought she would be-not that it took a centaur Huntresss skill to track the Clan Chieftain. The MacCallans habit of visiting this particular set of cliffside boulders had become well-known. From the vantage point of the highest of the large, weatherworn rocks, Elphame could sit and look northward toward the Trier Mountains, which were just a jagged purple line of peaks jutting into the horizon. She would stare at that distant line, trying to see past it into the Wastelands beyond.

Brighid approached Elphame quietly, reluctant to disturb her. Even after living and working closely with Elphame for more than two complete cycles of the moon, Brighid could still be moved by the sight of the unique being who had become her friend as well as her Clan Chieftain. Born eldest daughter of Partholons Goddess Incarnate and the centaur Shaman who was her lifemate, Elphame was human only to her waist; her two legs had been fashioned more equine than human. They were powerfully muscled and covered with a fine coat of glossy fur, ending in two ebony hooves.

But her physical differences were not all that set Elphame apart. She carried within her the powers given to her by Epona. She communed with the Realm of Spirits through an affinity for Earth Magic. Elphame could hear the spirits in the stones of MacCallan Castle. She also had a special connection with Epona, and Brighid often sensed the presence of the patron Goddess of Partholon when Elphame invoked the morning blessing, or thanked the Goddess at the close of a particularly productive day. And, of course, they had all witnessed Eponas favor when Elphame had called upon the strength and love of a Goddess to defeat the madness of the Fomorians

Brighid shuddered, not wanting to remember that ghastly day. It was enough to know that her Clan Chieftain was a miraculous mixture of centaur and human, goddess and mortal.

Was the morning hunt successful? Elphame said without turning to look at the Huntress.

Very. Brighid wasnt surprised her Chieftain had sensed her presence. Elphames preternatural powers were sharp and accurate. The forests surrounding MacCallan Castle havent been properly hunted in more than one hundred years. The game practically leap before my arrows, begging to be culled.

Elphames full lips turned up in the hint of a smile. Suicidal venison? That sounds like a truly unique dish.

Brighid snorted. Dont tell Wynne. That cook will demand I choose the beasts temperament more carefully so her stews will have a more perfect flavor.

The MacCallan pulled her gaze from the distant mountains and smiled. Your secret is safe with me.

Looking into Elphames eyes, Brighid was struck by the sadness there. Only her lips smiled. The MacCallan didnt show this haunted face to the general public-it was a rare privilege to be allowed such an intimacy. For a moment, Brighid feared the Fomorian madness lurking deep within her friends blood had awakened, but she quickly discounted the thought. Brighid didnt see hatred or rage within Elphames eyes, she saw only deep sadness. She had little doubt as to its source. Elphame was happily mated to Lochlan. The rebuilding of MacCallan Castle was well underway. The Clan was healthy and thriving. Its Chieftain should be content. And Brighid knew Elphame would be, except for one detail.

Youre worried about him. Brighid studied Elphames strong profile as her gaze shifted back to the horizon.

Of course Im worried about him! She pressed her lips together in a sharp line. When she spoke again her voice was sad and resigned. Im sorry. I dont mean to take it out on you, but Ive been worried about him since Brennas death. He loved her so much.

We all loved the little Healer, Brighid said.

Elphame sighed. Its because she was special. Her heart was so incredibly big.

Youre worried that Cuchulainn wont recover from her loss.

Elphame stared at the distant mountains. It wouldnt be so bad if he was here-if I could talk with him and know how hes doing. She shook her head. I couldnt stop him from leaving, though. He said everything here reminded him of Brenna, and that hed never learn to live without her here. When he left he was just a ghost of himself. No- she reconsidered her comparison -not a ghost of himself. He was more like a shadow of what he used to be

Elphames voice faded. Brighid stayed by her side while the Chieftain struggled silently with worry for her brother, and Brighids own thoughts turned in remembrance to the little Healer, Brenna. She had come to MacCallan Castle as had Brighid, looking for a new life and a new beginning, but the scarred Healer had found much more. She had found love within the arms of the Chieftains warrior brother, who was able to see past her terrible burn scars to the beauty of her heart. Brighid remembered how spectacularly happy her friend had been-up until the moment of her untimely death. That her death had set into motion the events that led to the salvation of a people did little to salve the wound left by her absence. And now Cuchulainn had gone to the Wastelands to lead back into Partholon the very people who had brought about his lovers murder.