Breaking ties

Daublers of the ancient lands of the Fomorian ancestors, closed night.

The boy was confused after the blow, which added to the new situation in which he was. Being there was beginning to confuse it.

- Do you feel strange? He said he liked that woman in a terrifying way. It will be by these walls made of an obsidian coating, you were lucky before, but they are already doing effect until you undermine your glamor and leave you weak, Amadan Bochd *.

The boy tried to eject glamor in false. Morgana delighted himself with her small prey; She could not believe how easy the Belgor's idiot had put on her or that was believed, Morgana.

"It does not succeed with me, I'm probably the only one who would give something for you. She said, taking the boy by the breast of his torn shirt.

A strong grunt came out of her, stared at her's left pectoral area, where he could see the brand, which stirred her stomach from a young man, in that boy.

"Damn Tuatha Dannan ..." She released her abruptly by scaring the boy with anger unleashed in his eyes and words. Always so perfect, with your world of love and power that only those who choose can share.

He said more for herself letting go of the poor kid resolving on the ground. He had no idea what happened to that woman.

-Well, this will do. -That followed her clicking his fingers and a few ties joined the boy's dolls; Let him expose his torso without him can move.

- What ... do you do ... miserable ...!? -The young man if he was barely conscious.

- Me? Nothing ... I'm just starting, dear. He bit his finger on his heart making him bleed; Then he started making movements while he recited: Le M 'Fhuil Bhon Chidhe Dubh, Tha Mi A 'Mallachadh Tha Seo Ceangailte Ris A' Phian Gun A Bhith AG AITHNEACHADH D 'ANAM. CHA B 'URRAINN ACH A' GHAALAC TO SHÀBHALADH.

The young man twisted in pain. Shouting in a heartbreaking way, leaving the vocal cords in the process.

- Morgana's enough!

The scratchy voice of the false druid resounded in the drench room, causing it sharply with a displeasure rictus on the dark lips of it.

-Mr…

- Get away from here! The Lord requires you in the rooms of him for the routine treatments of him, stop doing unnecessary nonsense around here. "His eyes were posed on the boy, already without the ties, twisting and moaning while he grabbed his chest; Where an ugly scar was beginning to be seen.

Morgana vanished, literally, after taking a look at the boy. Saying her before leaving. I will enjoy seeing your suffering of yours Daanna.

Belgor had never liked Morgana, he always saw her as a superb and avid power, but Balor always underestimated her, saying that she was just a pawn that was believed more than she was. He, like Druid, rather than Shirt, did not trust ...

-Rowan, from today this will be your cell until the boy learns to be obedient, that he has no other way out. Everything that he disobeys you will suffer her with him. So you will not forget those who gave you shelter when your clan was razed.

A young boy, he would not know the exact age but older than the boy, approached him by taking it with great ease. What left him impressed was the kind face of the boy, who was clearly not human at all. He had yellow hair with scattered red tones, a great wolfie smile next to sharp and sparkling golden eyes.

-Hey, Rookie *, come on, I'll take care of you. -I whispered imperceptibly for the false druid elder.

Nevernever forest, Ogg home, and gold berry.

Sitting on the outskirts of his porch, admiring the stars, while a bonfire crept a little further next to all kinds of creatures in the world, living as always should have been; Although he knew it was very fragile, he was Ogg, Daanna's brother, God of love, both fraternal and passionate, of the abundance of happiness. He had always been the most hermit and country, he liked to be in contact with what they were, nature itself. And there, next to the border of limbo, a neutral area of everything, was the small domains of it.

There sat satires, FAES, pixies, some humans ... a little bit of everything. In search of a shelter or advice to love for him. In addition to keeping peace on the roads.

Ogg scratched the incipient beard, the dark brown hair was picked up in a warrior pigtail with decorations of metallic charms and braids in honor of all the years of him helping in the wars against the Fomorian. Her brown eyes scrutinized like a little girl running to the beautiful wife of her Golden Berry, or as many commonly knew her, Epona, her red hair with violet tonalities that came and would be sparkling smiling like a two-year-old baby. There everything was different, and those of the species of him even more.

"Ah, ah ..." He felt suddenly as if a bolt of lightning ran it and a new scar was formed near the heart of him, he had not passed, from...

-Ogg -. Her beautiful wife with her corn color hair stirred and loose as she reached her place near the porch with babe in her arms. - What happened?

He looked up at her, everything had been silent, everyone had left before the discomfort of God to give them intimacy.

OGG was still confusing, the cases were rare, it was clear that this was related to a curse. Black magic.

She looked at him with his eyes as dishes before that fact, she looked at where she was going to her hand and gasping her by putting her free hand in her mouth, a horror toured her. -It can not be ... who would do something so horrible, or could I stand it.

"This soul was young, it has not been able to be herself ... dark magic. They have cut a destined loop. It is a crime against the weavers, against my dogma, the gods.

Nyx with his changing eyes began to shake in the arms of Golden Berry, making movements towards him. She passed her to her husband, she, quickly settled away from her where the scar of a broken tie with her head, a beautiful moon glowed calming part of the sorrow of God with some sadness and discomfort.

-Oh, for Danu, this girl who brought Nolune ...

-Yes, it's definitely something. Although not very well the what, because she seems to be mestiza with a human by what she said.

They were observing, thinking of the two unfortunate poor who had suffered that intervention, Ogg only granted very few souls the blessing of having the complement of the soul of it, a very few gods as well. They, the weavers whispered and were simply born of him, it was the fate of him, the essence of him ... but this, was divine, because of the kind of damage he had bounced on him; Someone with a lot of power had intervened, it would not allow this evil that had long taken the love of this world for some time.

Only once did it happen to him, a few centuries ago, although there was nothing he could do for her, just wait, but black magic? This was getting very dark, especially since the disappearance of Ashallyn. The state of Dagda and his power added to the state of lethargy of Daanna.