04-19-2022, 01:51 AM
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Sage ran towards Ethelinda as she opened up the portal. Aiden held up a hand to stop him, but Sage practically dove through the opening. Instead, Aiden brought the hand over to Jaxen’s shoulder and guided him through – the man clutching at the sword that Aiden forsook. He made a mental note of the strange sense of calm that had come over him since taking the spear in hand. The thing just felt right in his hands. Aiden said nothing to the woman as he followed Jaxen through – although her eyes seemed to follow them.
They were deposited back into the real world, although Aiden noticed it was not into the chamber that they had left the world in. Indeed, if Aiden was not mistaken, the snake people hadn’t even brought them back to the Giant’s Causeway. The stone standing before them was evidence enough of that.
The Lia Fáil had stood upon the Hill of Tara since time immemorial and had long been rumored to have come to Ireland because of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Aiden found himself staring at that very stone with a renewed sense of wonder. It was about 3 feet tall in height and rather unremarkable. The stone was one of the four treasures of Ireland. Aiden held another in his hand.
Who would have guessed? Aiden mused to himself.
A loud retching pulled Aiden from his thoughts. Sage had emptied his stomach a few paces off to the left. Aiden, still carrying his spear, walked over to his boyfriend, and helped him as best he could. A green handkerchief appeared in his right hand as he dabbed at the spittle and bile that had remained on the other man’s lips.
“Might not be the best time for bad news, boys, but it does appear that we are three hours south of the Causeway,” Aiden said loud enough for Jaxen to hear, “I can hire a car to bring us back to Belfast just as soon as we’ve all stabilized ourselves a little.”
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The Spear of Lugh
They were deposited back into the real world, although Aiden noticed it was not into the chamber that they had left the world in. Indeed, if Aiden was not mistaken, the snake people hadn’t even brought them back to the Giant’s Causeway. The stone standing before them was evidence enough of that.
The Lia Fáil had stood upon the Hill of Tara since time immemorial and had long been rumored to have come to Ireland because of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Aiden found himself staring at that very stone with a renewed sense of wonder. It was about 3 feet tall in height and rather unremarkable. The stone was one of the four treasures of Ireland. Aiden held another in his hand.
Who would have guessed? Aiden mused to himself.
A loud retching pulled Aiden from his thoughts. Sage had emptied his stomach a few paces off to the left. Aiden, still carrying his spear, walked over to his boyfriend, and helped him as best he could. A green handkerchief appeared in his right hand as he dabbed at the spittle and bile that had remained on the other man’s lips.
“Might not be the best time for bad news, boys, but it does appear that we are three hours south of the Causeway,” Aiden said loud enough for Jaxen to hear, “I can hire a car to bring us back to Belfast just as soon as we’ve all stabilized ourselves a little.”
The Spear of Lugh
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