She leans back against him again, closing her eyes for but a moment, then leans forward letting the flames dance across her hand again as she tries to compose in her head what she wants to say. Lifting her hand, her eyes glow as she smiles at the flames dancing across the palm of her hand reflecting off the rune glowing silver. Letting the flames die, she turns so she is facing Cyril, her eyes still shining a soft purple/silver as she whispers.........
"......Manawydan ap Llyr......my dear storm God.....we will need your help soon......."
".....Sof'ya ush'a ha'shama'im.....this is your name for me, dear Seh'rul........lets hope I can live up to it....."
Her eyes take on the milky glaze of one under a trance..........
".....The wind......now associated with one of the forsaken I fear.....the one that called you the "Vessel of the Curse" to me when it invaded my mind and filled it with horrors......"
".....The Fay're.....yes the Fay're...now all loose.......we must stop them, or they will destroy all we know and love....."
".....The a' treigsinn.......numbering four..... First....in the Northern Kingdom of Aryail...The ancient Mages Tower of White...desecreated....the forsaken named Fay're.....the leader....the pack hunter.... ceathramh..... the one I cursed and sealed to not return to the waterfall behind us.....the one I fear the Wind has found......we must find the standing stone na tursachan again.....and find the pieces. I need a piece of this stone......"
"......Second.....in the Valley Tower in MirWall.....Aine.....ceud.......the betrayed princess of magic......kills men only for their souls and for sport........she will awaken the spirit of her father, "Manannan" to use him against us and to kill him again..........we must get to the feur achlach, the grass stone and take a piece of it........"
"......Third.....in the Desert of Shalmair..... Aoibhell....darna.........embedded inside the an reul achlach no more.......the star stone is broken and she released........the sound of her harp is death............she can control your mind at will once you hear her harp music.......we must retrieve a piece of the star stone..........."
"......and Fourth..........in the mountain range of Truillah....... Caillech...........tritheamh.............who travels in the company of her deathhound Dormarth..........she craves the taste of flesh..........flesh gives her power..........power unimaginable........an uamh a chlach is in shards........we need a piece of this cave stone........."
Her eyes turn towards the window, looking thru and at the same time seeing nothing but clouds in her mind........
"...........We will need the help of your precious a'comhachag at the battle my dear Cyril.....yes indeed.....owls and wolfs will fight side by side with men and women of human and magical nature.......we must to win this battle....."
".......The Ley Lines are being corrupted by Aine..........we must find someway to hold back this foul magic....."
".......Just south of the Mirwall Valley Tower......my friend who sent the note lives.........we must go to him.......he of all will know what must be done.... He is old beyond any's reasoning.....he has been here since before the Druids had to hide in their groves ....."
She turns back to Cyril, and places the warmed palm of her hand on his cheek and smiles sadly.............
[b]".....Do you remember what I told you not long after we met? na geamhraidean madadh-allaidh.........Chosen by madadh-allaidh spiorad and Mananna Mac Lir, spiorad treaoraich...."
".......I fear this child will not be born.......that something will happen...."
"...My life breathing into your life,
Your life burning into mine,
The flames of your heart,
the storms of mine,
move now together
in the wind of our breathing
and the wind that we breathe.....You said this to me........"
"I was made from the ninefold elements,
from fruit trees, from paradisiacal fr/it, from primroses and hill flowers, from the blossoms of trees and bushes, from the roots of the earth was I made, from the broom and the nettle, from the water of the ninth wave. Math enchanted me before I was made immortal, Gwydion created me with his magic wand. From Emrys and Euryon, from Mabon and Modron, From five fifties of magicians like Math was I made - Made by the master in his highest ecstasy - By the wisest Druids was I made before the world began, and I know t
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