The First Goddess: A Matilda Plum Contemporary Fantasy Novella: Matilda Plum Contemporary Fantasy Stories, #2

By Connor Whiteley

A Superhero Psychologist. A Scary Cult. A Deadly Resurrection.

When Superhero Matilda Plum encounters a deadly threat, she unearths an apocalyptic plot to resurrect the First Goddess.

Brilliant. Fun. Fantastical Escapism. Connor Whiteley's First Goddess provides readers a stellar, unputdownable story about powers, corruption and hope.

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I adapted some parts of this book from Matilda Plum short stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: May 10, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224482474

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

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CHAPTER 1

I always like to admit that I’ve lived through a lot as a person. I was alive and living and fighting in the First and Second World Wars, and I’m still alive to this very day, but there are events in time and space that do actually leave me feeling very shaken and confused and rather upset as a person.

And the death of the Queen of the UK was surprisingly enough one of those times. Sure I’m British so I do like the monarchy and they actually do a lot of amazing work for charities, the British people and the poorest in our society, but only in death did I realise just how much she meant to me.

You see my name is Matilda Plum, a superhero in the Psychology, Counselling and Therapy sector of the world, so it’s basically my job to travel round making sure people’s mental health is okay and helping people solve problems. And thankfully all the myths about psychologists are my powers, which I really have a feeling might be a great benefit on a day like today.

Surprisingly enough, and I seriously don’t know why this didn’t dawn on me sooner, but with it being the Queen’s funeral today, travelling around London was an absolute nightmare.

So instead of travelling around London with my superhero friends, checking up on people and making sure everyone was okay, I was instead standing on a very busy street corner with the rough polished cobblestone of the pavement under my feet surrounded by tons of different people.

I actually didn’t mind the sheer amount of people around me for a change. Their conversations about what the Queen meant to them, how amazing the Queen had been and how excited they were about the new King was all rather interesting. And it was so nice to sense the sheer excitement and joy with a slight undertone of sadness coming from them.

When I had been traveling up to London from my home city of Canterbury, I had been concerned about finding everyone depressed, crying and my superhero powers would be stretched to their limits. Thankfully that wasn’t the case though and I was very glad about that.

All the people around me were from all different corners of the UK with their great different accents, they were definitely from all different classes judging by their fashion choices but all of them were happy and united in their reason for being here.

To pay respect to a great woman.

But even I have to admit something here, I was flat out not impressed in the slightest that I had actually had to get up at 3:00 am in the morning to travel here, so I could search these damn areas and all of London before viewing the Queen’s coffin ended at 6:30 am.

I mean that is a stupid time to get back and when the next Monarch dies I am so picking a different shift and instead one of my superhero best friends Jack or Daniel or even James could do this shift instead.

I am not doing this sort of shift ever again mark my words.

The sound of church bells ringing in the distance and the even more distant sound of people talking and crying made me weakly smile in the direction of Westminster Abbey.

An immense grey stone cathedral (or technically a monastery) in the heart of Westminster, London with its ancient architecture, small garden filled with rich thick green grass all around it and an immense wooden door in the shape of an arch in my line of sight.

I was amazed at the thousands of people lined up perfectly calm and upset outside the Abbey’s wooden door as they waited to get into the Abbey to see the wooden coffin of the Queen before the Abbey was closed at 6:30 am so everyone could start preparing for the state funeral.

Personally I have never been too bothered with the idea of Lying In Rest and going to see a famous person’s coffin, and because you didn’t actually get to see them, you were only seeing a coffin.

And I’m sorry but if I wanted to go and see a coffin, I would go and see the superheroes in the Death, Funerals and Crematorium Sector.

Yet the more I focused on the thousands of people lining up to go inside, the more I felt something weird going on inside of the line.

It wasn’t exactly a sense of danger or something, but only now that the air had changed slightly from a cool crisp morning to a damp cold breeze with my breath forming thick columns of vapour in the air. But with the sun shining and the temperature being very warm I rolled my eyes as I just knew that something bad was going on.

And if something bad was going on then it was something that I had to sort out, because if something bad did happen then there were far too many innocent people nearby and they would all get caught in the crossfire of whatever was going on.

I was about to take a few steps forward and glide through the crowd of people around me