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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: "Sekmet's Awakening" Can a special child living in a distant land be strong enough to tame the goddess of the Sun? Sekmet, Goddess of the Sun, ruled happily over her people. They loved and feared her. One day as they sang their praises to her in the rising sunlight, she descended on them, fiercely angry. They sought the knowledge of the elders on how to ease her wrath and found that a prophesy had been foretold of this day. In a thousand years, a male child would be born and only he could ease her wrath. Could Sekmet's people survive a thousand years waiting for the child to be born? And if they survived, would the child be a match for the powerful Goddess of the Sun? "Kibuka's Moon" What do you do when your brother asks you for the hand of the goddess of the moon? You go to her mother for help. Kibuka, the God of War, was victorious in his final campaign against the Zincka's. His brother, Mukasa, the Supreme God, told Kibuka he would give him his heart's desire when he returned with a victory. When his brother asked him for the hand of the lovely Goddess of the Moon, Mukasa was stunned. Has the God of War asked for something not even the Supreme God can deliver?
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: April 2009

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [93 KB]
Words: 19673
Reading time: 56-78 min.

"In Torrid Teasers, Volume 55, Dana Littlejohn borrows from African mythology by using gods and goddesses to express very human emotions. She demonstrates how hubris can cause a person to make the wrong choices, and how humility and love are rewarded in the most unexpected ways. All in all, these stories complement one another and were a pleasure to read together." Patrice F., Joyfully Reviewed

SEKMET'S AWAKENING

Prologue

Long, long ago in Hebra, Egypt, the tribe of Sekmet, Goddess of the Sun, the Sekmerians, lived in harmony with their Goddess and their land. They danced and sang her praises every morning as the sun rose in the eastern sky. She thanked them for their homage and praise by letting the sun shine brightly on them, and then allowing the sun to rest, bidding the rain to come when their crops needed it.

Sekmet was a beautiful Goddess. She was tall with a voluptuous body, smooth bronzed skin, long black hair, and shining ebony eyes. Her demeanor was sweet and her temperament was even, her people loved and feared her. She lived atop the tallest mountain in their land that they called Goddess Peak, just outside the main village. She descended each night and rested in a cave at the foot of the mountain so that her sister, the Goddess of the Moon could reign. For many thousands of years they lived happily with her.

One day they danced and sang their praises to their Goddess as usual and, to their surprise, she moved down the mountain to greet them. Elated, the call rang out for more dancers to entertain her since she had graced them with her presence. The people assembled at the foot of the mountain before her. They danced and sang as she watched quietly.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sekmet asked suddenly.

They stopped immediately stunned by her reaction.

"W-we are honouring you by singing and dancing, Goddess ... offering you praise," one of the dancers replied hesitantly.

"You call this praise?" Sekmet yelled again, walking among them. "All that I do for you and this is all you can do for me? I raise the sun every morning! I put it to sleep every night! I make the rain you need for your crops and this is what you have for me? It is not enough!"

The dancers fell to their knees crying. "Forgive us, Goddess!"

"We only meant to please you!" they all said in unison, "We did not mean to offend! What must we do to honour you properly? Tell us what we must do to please you and it will be done."

"There is nothing you can do to please me now! I am angry!" Sekmet shouted at her people.

Before their eyes, Sekmet grew to the size of the mountain she called home and her head changed into that of a lioness.

"Now you will be punished for making me angry," the lion head said and she reached down and started gobbling up the dancers.

Her people scattered, running away from her screaming and yelling, but she caught them one by one before they could get far, eating them whole. One woman did escape Sekmet's reign of terror and ran back to the village to warn the rest of the people.

"Tempest! Tempest!" the woman shouted running into an elder's hut. "The Goddess is enraged! She has given herself the head of a lion and she is eating all the people in the heat of her anger! What can we do?"

"This is awful," said Tempest, "Come! We must go to see the old one. He will know what to do."

Tempest and the woman entered a joining room where an ancient-looking old man sat wrapped in a blanket by a fire pit. They sat across from him.

"Oling, we have angered our Goddess somehow and she is eating the people in her wrath. We seek your knowledge to make amends," the woman said trying to catch her breath.

Oling did not move. He sat before the fire pit with his legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees. His head was back and his eyes were closed and he took slow, deep breaths.

"Calm yourselves, all is not lost." He took one last breath before he tilted his head forward and looked at them. "It is written that a thousand years ago the Oracle, the Goddess of the Cosmos, prophesied that this day would come." His voice was soft and shaky, but his words were confident as he continued. "That one day her eldest child, Sekmet, Goddess of the Sun, would raise the sun one morning and then descend upon her people fiercely angry, consuming them in her wrath. The source of her anger does not come from her people, but from within. It is loneliness that eats at her heart, causing her anger ... we are just paying the price for it. We have not angered our Goddess, but it is our duty to ease her pain."

Tempest and the woman looked at each other and sighed. "Oling, what we can do to help her?" Tempest asked.

"We must ease her loneliness," he said simply. "She is in need of a companion, a mate."

"Surely there is none among us who is worthy to be the mate and companion of a Goddess. We are but simple humans. How are we to find one for her?" the woman said.

"The Oracle's prophecy has said that in a thousand years from the day of her wrath a male child will be born in a distant village of our land, he will be a descendent of Olcolm, God of the Sun. He is the chosen one, the only one who will be able to handle Sekmet as a Goddess and as a woman. Only he will be able to handle her temper, calm her wrath, and ease her loneliness. He is special and only for her."

"How will we survive her anger for a thousand years waiting on the child to be born? When she is done with the people outside of the village she will come for the rest! There will be none of us left if we can't calm her wrath now," the woman pointed out panicked.

"Peace, my daughter," Oling said calmly to the woman. "Tempest, you must make the Potion of the Gods for her to drink. The ingredients are among the ancient scrolls. It is an old remedy that will only affect the Goddess. It will cause her to sleep while the years pass. Use pomegranate juice to sweeten it and hide the taste of the herbs that will make her sleep. She will not suspect anything. Then we must pray to the Oracle and ask for her help."

With a slight acknowledgement bow to Oling, Tempest was off and the woman left with her to help. They made the potion in large portions to accommodate Sekmet's mountainous size. When it was complete, they poured it into a large barrel and put it on a cart to pull out to her at the mountain. Sekmet had just eaten the last dancer and was moving toward the village when the women walked up to intercept her.

"Goddess Sekmet, the day grows to an end and though you are still angry with your people, we know our duty to our Goddess. We have brought you something to drink. Please accept this barrel of pomegranate juice to quench your thirst," Tempest said bowing low.

Sekmet did not shrink in size, but she did change her lion head back into that of her beautiful Goddess face.

"It is true, my anger remains, but I am also thirsty."

She reached down to the cart and drank the barrel of juice straight down. The effect of the drugged drink took hold quickly. She dropped the barrel and the women jumped back out of the way as it crashed to the ground shattering. Sekmet held her head with her massive lion paws as they started to change back to her former hands and her massive height began to decrease rapidly until she was proportioned to the size of her people. She stumbled back and forth until her knees buckled and fell back into the arms of Tempest. Together, Tempest and the woman put her on the cart they had used to bring the potion to the Goddess and pulled her into the cave that she took her rest in each night. The sun lowered quickly as the Goddess lost her ability to keep it aloft. They laid her gently on her silk-covered bed place and spent the rest of the evening doing the tedious work of sealing the cave entrance so no one could disturb her for the next thousand years.

Late that night Tempest and the woman returned to the elder.

"It is done, Oling. The Goddess sleeps the sleep of a thousand years," Tempest said.

Oling nodded and stood. "Now we must gather the rest of the elders and seek the aid of the Oracle."

The two women went to gather the other elders as Oling made his way to the village center. Soon all the elders were in the center in a circle praying loudly to the heavens. As they prayed, a shooting star came crashing down in the circle's center. When the smoke faded, a beautiful woman stood in its place. Her skin was pale and luminescent, her eyes were brighter than the stars themselves, and her long black hair was like the darkest night.

She watched them curiously for a few moments before she questioned them. "Why do Sekmet's children pray to me, the Goddess of the Cosmos?"

Tempest stood up at Oling's nudging. "Goddess, the prophecy has come to pass. Sekmet woke today consumed by her loneliness and has eaten many of her people. We have given her the Potion of the Gods and she now sleeps in the cave that she rests in at night to await the birth of the descendent of Olcolm."

She nodded. "The children of Sekmet have done well."

"We prayed to you, the Goddess of the Cosmos, for your help. Goddess, please, we need your wisdom. We do not wish to have a thousand years of darkness to wait for our Goddess. We realize it is her duty as the Sun Goddess to raise the sun, but humbly ask for you to intercede. We ask that you take our Goddess's place and raise the sun in her place until she awakens."

"Ah, I see. And what will Sekmet's children do for me during this time?"

Tempest looked to the elders in the group and they gave her the 'go ahead' nod. She cleared her throat before she spoke again. "We will give you praise and worship to show our thanks. We will have singers sing songs of love and praise to you as you raise the sun and dancers will dance for you at night when you bring it down to thank you for not leaving us in total darkness."

The Goddess of the Cosmos smiled and the area around them glowed with starlight. "I'd like that. It is done. I will raise the sun in my daughter's place until she awakens and resumes her role as Goddess of the Sun," she announced and was gone in another trail of starlight.

"Thank you, Goddess," the people of Sekmet said in unison as she left them.