Chapter 3 of 3 - A Token of Forgiveness
Hapi, unable to bear even seeing his son in such depression, no matter how humble, had to think of a way to make Ramses happy once more. He wanted to show that any action can be forgiven, no matter the scale of the consequences. He sat there, playing with the dirt, as he used to do in the olden days. And inspiration struck him. He would make his son a mate! Ramses would be soaring through the skies, unable to withhold his joy, or so he hoped.
He took Ramses home a little early that evening, and went straight to work, it would take a long while, but his son’s birthday was in three weeks, and what better gift than that of redemption?! He went back to the mountain range, and followed them North; searching for the lost land of the winged minotaurs.
Upon reaching his old home, Hapi stopped just to reminisce for a time, he then scooped up a giant double-fist-full of clay from the side of the mountain, the very material he used to make the first being in his image. Flying back through the mountains, he stopped a few peaks away from their usual place of reflection, and began the steps to forging new life. The days passed, and he made slow progress, but the night before Ramses’ birthday, he had finished. Life had been made.
Hapi awoke instead-to the great surprise of everyone in the city-at noon, and shot off into the sky, heading for the mountain where his creation lay hidden. He blew into the dormant body, and poured all of the love he held for his son into that one breath, ensuring that they would be perfect for each other. He realized that there was still one problem to be addressed, this lovely cow he made had no name. She needed a name before she was ready to meet Ramses.
Nephthys. He had found a name, it was perfect. Nephthys. It tickled his tongue whenever he said, it would make Ramses very happy, and he knew it. Flying back to the city, and finding every single inhabitant listening almost religiously to his son’s speech as he attempted to explain the statue’s sudden urge to wake up and walk away. Hapi, laughed, and addressed the people himself, “Ramses is right, my dear people...” his voices boom through time and space as he tells the tale of the old gods.
That night, there was a huge celebration. The party was held for Ramses, and his acts of valor. After mingling for a while, he returned to his father, where they set off to their mountaintop, unaware of the surprise that waited for him. Upon reaching the place of memory, Ramses immediately noticed that something was different, though he couldn't exactly put his finger on it...
After talking for about an hour, Hapi couldn't wait any longer. He called out, and sang her name to the heavens. “Nephthys! Come from where you hide!” At that, the beautiful mate that he had spent so much time making for his son, revealed herself.
Ramses’ jaw dropped, and then he was fifty feet in the air, howling with unending joy. He came back down after realizing he should probably meet her, and introduced himself. He spent countless hours just talking to Nephthys, telling her of the people they once were. As the moon began to disappear behind the horizon, Hapi took them home, and resumed his place in city central, watching over his new people, the many peoples of the great Eastern desert.
Hapi awoke the next evening to find that mountains of flowers and other gifts were situated around his base; but one stood out in particular, one token that could only have been brought by one of his own, a labyrinthian memory. The sword which Ramses used to vanquish the foes during his time as the Champion of the Winged Minotaurs. It had been lost in the destruction of their home, or so he thought. “How did you managed to pull this one off, Ramses?” Hapi quietly mused to himself.