Slamming (Through Time 3)

“Aye, Deimne, something feels off in the atmosphere.”

“I agree. I have a very bad feeling about this Trevor.” the Sluagh looked up into the Irish sky and added. “My blood is shouting a warning to my brain, an ancient warning, but it can’t be…it is impossible!”

“What is impossible?” Trevor asked sharply.

“Nothing. Perhaps, it is just the Daoine in me revolting at this meeting. Trevor, he doesn’t want peace and there are no terms that will satisfy him. He has called this meeting for one reason only. He must believe he has the means to a successful outcome. I think it is unwise to remain.”

“I know,” Trevor said. “But, do we turn tail and run? I don’t think so.”

“No, that wouldn’t be good, and yet…” and then he saw Hordly and said, “Trevor! Look to the east, Hordly strides toward us! Why did he not just shift in?”

“To divert us,” Trevor answered.

“Well then, let us try and ignore him and keep focused on our immediate surroundings. Pestale has something up his sleeve but by Danu, I don’t know what it can be,” Deimne said, his eyes narrowed as he gazed to the east and watched Hordly out of the corner of his eye walking with confidence and a look that said, he owned the World.

“What is that? Pestale is chanting over there on that hill. What is he doing up there, when he called for the meeting here?” Trevor asked.

And then, they got their answer.

A screech overhead had already told Deimne what was coming. He opened his wings, as the enormous wickedness of what Pestale had done came fully into view. “He has released the Gorka!” he shouted in surprise and utter disbelief. “I will do what I can” He eyed Trevor as though saying goodbye. “Promise me if I don’t come back, you will take care of my daughter. Get out of this Trevor and take care of my daughter, you and Jazz and send a message to the Queen…we need reinforcements now!”

~*~

The scent of her roses filled the air. The air in this world they had created was sweet and inviting. Aaibhe looked up at Morgan as they walked along, hand in hand and felt a newfound wonder. In the midst of the horror of war, there was their love.

In the center of some of the hardest decisions she had ever made, she had found some measure of peace. She was so lucky that this wise immortal loved her so much and so completely.

He bent his handsome blond head as he took her fingers to his lips and kissed each one; and as though he couldn’t face parting with her, crushed her into his embrace.

She had thought she would never be so fortunate to find true love again after Conall.. She had faced the prospect of living an eternity alone. Aaibhe had lived so many centuries without even taking a lover. Now here was Morgan LeBlanc filling up her mind and making her essence his own.

Her inner senses blo

ssomed and she felt herself blush for the first time because of Morgan and she returned his passion with a fire she was so thankful to be able to feel.

His kiss was long and edged with desperation and yet, so completely tender. His kiss was all consuming and he made her feel alive. Too soon, he began to pull away, his face drawn with purpose as though he had to draw on great strength to leave her.

“Chance has called on me, sweet lass. I must go to Dravo.”

She rubbed her cheek on his bicep. She was Queen to her race, and he called her lass. How she loved that.

“He tells me that he canna locate the exact area something aboot a shift in the earth. I must go help them so that we can collect this Twalla of yers and end this thing with the Dark Ones.” His voice was rough, his demeanor reluctant to leave her.

“Yes, go at once, you and I, we have…” she trailed off

“An eternity. Even that will never be enough,” he whispered just before he shifted away.

She turned and stared at all the brightly colored roses, and took a long breath of their delicious scent. Matters in the Human World were treacherous. In one of her visions she had seen that her Royals had come to harm, but she did not know whether or not they had survived.

How could she bear to lose any of them?

A scent that did not belong wafted toward her. Slowly she turned to the direction of the intrusion, she raised her brow and said in a stern voice “Ah, Banzar. I had thought by warding the palace against you and the others, that I might have some peace from your devilry.” She sighed, “Apparently I should have warded the Palace grounds as well.”

“You and the Milesian were very cozy,” Banzar spat, ignoring her remark as he emerged from behind a large shapely evergreen.

“I should hope so. What do you want, Banzar?” She wondered why he was wearing a cloak over his very formal white billowy shirt and black silk trousers.

“Did you think there would be no consequences for your actions?” he spat at her.