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Facing the Dream

Aedon Durreah

Village of Aegis
Stratics Veteran
Stratics Legend
Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
Hush, now, don't you cry


Blue skies filled with light fluffy clouds hung high over green pastures and meadows of flowers. From the door of the small cottage with a turf roof, Aedon looked down towards the Bay. From his vantage point he could see several ships docked at the harbor, and the white sails of a few as the made for other ports.

It was a fine late summer day, and the sun seemed to dance across hill and field making it seem as though the many flowers in shades of red and orange were ablaze. He enjoyed this time of the year as it was after the planting and before harvest time. This afforded all the folks of Connemara lazy days to enjoy in conversation, music and dance.

Taking up his walking stick, Aedon made his way down the pathway that led straight to Galway bay. Along the way he greeted herds of sheep, a couple of horses and one extremely friendly bee that seemed determined to fly inside his mouth to say hello. In time, the small insect figured out he was in fact, not a flower, and flew off into the field to gather honey.

Aedon had walked this path all his life, and with each passing year it seemed as though he and the path were becoming one. Just as he knew every twist and turn along the way, the path remembered and welcomed his footfall. There was a sense of belonging and family here that came from generations of the Durreah clan living in this same spot.

He whistled an old tune as he walked, and glanced from time to time to the sky alive with sea birds. They were not flying inland far so Aedon knew that this foretold smooth seas and good sailing. So wrapped was he in watching the gulls, that at first, he did not notice a slow but steady darkening of his space around him. When at last he noticed the change, he stopped and looked around.

Although he was but half way from his door, he could see neither the house behind him, nor Galway Bay ahead. The sky was darkling and the sweet fragrance of the flowers was replaced with the stench of brimstone. As he turned to look ahead again he saw the figure of a man, robed in black, a grotesque mask upon his face.

The man blocked his path forward and turning to look towards the house, he noticed several others dressed in similar fashion. A shudder shook him to the core as those surrounding him began to cackle in a most disturbing fashion. There was to be no escape from this, no one to call to, no Malac riding to his side.

And so, turning back to face the lone person -Aedon reached behind his back - and unfastened the ties on his sheath. Grasping the hilt, Aedon winced as waves of excruciating pain shot thought his arm and seemed to wrap around his heart. His focus became clear, his resolve set in stone as the black blade come free of the rune inscribed scabbard.

Holding Ahoun in front of him, Aedon looked at the man before him and chuckled a bit saying;


“Well Penrose, you wanted Ahoun so badly, here she is. Come and be a part of her.”


With that he threw all caution to the wind, gave a battle cry and charged at the Governor of Moonglow.

Waking suddenly from the fever dream, Aedon tried to sit up. But the intense pain in his chest from where Skylar’s blast had hit caused him to drop flat again. Stirring suddenly, Izznet rose up on the bed a bit and started talking in soft tones, encouraging him to lie still and rest. Her hand stroking his head felt cool and reassuring. From across the room he could hear Kanaye’s soft yip, and as Izznet started to hum and old Irish song, Aedon fell back into a deep slumber.


Toora, loora, loora
Toora, loora, li
Toora, loora, loora
It's an Irish lullaby
 
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