Song of Memories by Molly Tullis EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Eurydice’s life was simple. Life was easy when you were dead.
In her opinion, the simple things were the most glorious. Most
mortals and gods alike never stopped to smell the flowers; she
hadn’t when she was alive either. Eurydice had created flowers with every
footfall, but she had never stopped to enjoy them. In the Underworld, she
had all the time in the world because time didn’t exist at all.
The memories of her life in Greece were foggy at best, as if she was
constantly trying to remember a dream. It didn’t bother her because it didn’t
seem real. The only horrors she remembered facing were the first few days
of her time in the Underworld.
Eurydice woke up in a small valley, near a stream, unsure of what she
was supposed to be doing or where she was. The ends of her hair were
damp, and the top of her tunic was soaked, but she couldn’t remember
going for a dip in the water. She wandered for two days, afraid to stray too
far from the river, until Makaria found her and took pity on her. The
goddess of blessed death was gentle and sweet, taking it upon herself to
give Eurydice a tour of Asphodel. Eurydice had to be reminded she was
Luckily, part of Asphodel contained a great forest. Eurydice wept when
Makaria showed it to her. It was full of the spirits of other nymphs and
dryads who’d perished. They greeted Eurydice like an old sister.
There were no chains around Eurydice anymore. Her lost memories
faded. The idea of another life was merely like an aftertaste to her,
something to soon be washed away forever. There was only the untamed
wilderness of the forests of Asphodel, tended to by the creatures of the
forests under Persephone’s insistence. The Dread Queen’s rise had not
diminished her duality. She still took her obligation to the flowers and their
spirits to heart.
So Eurydice memorized the petals and what the tips of orchid stems
looked like. She helped the trees grow and cataloged every inch of the
forest. She filled her days with soft songs and softer melodies, creating a
life that had only ever existed in her dreams until then. Erebus’s darkness
greeted them all like family, encouraging their night-blooming orchids and
sleepy vines. The forest’s denizens brought Hecate every herb or bud she
could ever ask for.
When Eurydice thought everything was perfect, it only got better. Pan
arrived in the Underworld—still very much alive and immortal—after
discovering a workaround that allowed him to visit Hades’s realm. Eurydice
wept for the first time since her death, brushing tears of joy off her cheeks,
now that her best friend had returned to her. All of the nymphs and
creatures of the forest belonged to Pan and she could never forget him.
Eurydice finally had everything she had ever wanted.
It was on a perfect, warm afternoon when everything started to change.
Eurydice was lounging on a tree branch, keeping one sleepy eye on a
chrysalis that was due to be reborn. Her lithe body was stretched out across
the tree like an extension of it, the perfect picture of repose, while her long
hair shone like copper in the light.
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