The two sat upon the top of the hill beneath a great spreading oak and looked out across the plain. The boy and his grandfather shared a bit of flat bread, a bit of cheese and some water from a water skin. There were birds on the wing, water fowl, a hawk, song birds as […]
“Bres my boy, let’s give the Bass of Knowledge a little more time to listen to the wind and to the land and to the giants dreams. Let’s you and I have a walk and a stretch and I’ll tell you about the Dagda.” They pulled in their lines and set them aside, then hand in hand they walked up the hill that held the little pond in its embrace.
I was back in the dark hole of the sidhe. It was cool, but in the pit of my stomach there was colder ice. I was afraid for my people and afraid for myself. If they were truly gone I, who was familiar with being alone from time to time, was not just alone I was lost.
She was asleep on the ground. Around her were arrayed bags and travois, bales of hide and smaller lumps, like a play fort you might make. At first it seemed she slept there alone. I only had eyes for my friend. I knew her face, but there was something quite different about it, longer and […]
The night was dark save for one star. I breathed and felt much pain. My voice echo in the hollow earth when I cried out. I had fallen into a sidhe and there I lay atop a mound of broken timbers and sod. There was no flying out of this, nor could I climb up […]
“What does any of this have to do with the Deer Riders?” asked the youngest clearly growing impatient even with his grandfather’s plunge into darkness. “Oh that’s fine. Don’t you care what happened to me?” The eldest coughed, “well grandfather, it seems you survived.” “Well enough, but let me ask you. What does this tent […]
There across a section of lake was the hill I had seen in my dream, my dream flight, my seeing. I remembered myself, I was in the midst of some one’s place, I knew not who or whether they would want a visitor. I quickly slipped over the stone fence.
This continues a story titled: The Deer Riders “The first time I watched outside myself I put down to a dream, but it was not the last time. Always I saw true, so I think now these are no dreams, but true seeing though it be without eyes.” The boys looked solumnly attentive, this was […]
Intro: It is madness I say, madness, but I’m going to try writing a small story as a post. I feel like this might not be the best format for it, but it is getting me to put something in electronic format that is only written in pencil in a composition book. Since I have […]