So the narritive continues - I do apologise for the break and any ensuing confusion that may arise ;)
It was as if the world had gone comlpetely silent as the weight of Myrna's words fell sightlessly upon the shoulders of Aideen. Though it would seem that all that was required of her was the propitiation of an immortal for the gift of his seed in her womb to continue and revive the strength of the lineage, she saw that for reasons numerous this would prove severly improbable.
First there was the inexplicable longings for the water nymph Lile locked in deep her bossom. Then there was the prophecy of the Goddess' oracle that said that the child concieved this night will reign hereafter. As far as she could see, once the spell cast by Myrna was lifte, dawn would arrive and there would be no immortal to fill her womb. Then confusion daawned. Her encounter with Cathal some hours earlier had had intense sexual ramification wrought upon her....could it be that..? Then, there was Aingeal here, why could he not be that immortal that gifted her his seed...?
She look with wide eyes lost in questions to the beautiful Aingeal who stood stately looking to the east, knowing that the magic would last not much longer; that dawn would be here and the wheel of history would be begun its inevitable, crushing spin once more.
He spoke,"Dear, dear Aideen. Were it as easy as that." He smiled wrily, "I have been bound to the service and protection of your clan from the very day that I became on of the Elements. Our histories are tied together by great sacrifice and good Myrna has left my tale untold because she knows of the pain, the sadness, the loss that burns me till today; she knows also of your mordern day ideas about certain feelings, certain emotions that would plunge you further into desolation.
But my tale must be told. History and knowledge are the nymphs that will gran you the strength that you need to face the comming days. It will be repeated; All that has passed will be repeated and unless your eyes are open this time Catalin there is nothing that will save you!" He paused, realizing his mistake. This was not Catalin, it was Aideen. Not his beautiful sister selfless...but her reincarnation, her second chance at finding rest. The sadness on his face was almost palpable as he began the tale of his life; of his great "immorality" in the eyes of the elders; of the purity that saved him.....
It was as if the world had gone comlpetely silent as the weight of Myrna's words fell sightlessly upon the shoulders of Aideen. Though it would seem that all that was required of her was the propitiation of an immortal for the gift of his seed in her womb to continue and revive the strength of the lineage, she saw that for reasons numerous this would prove severly improbable.
First there was the inexplicable longings for the water nymph Lile locked in deep her bossom. Then there was the prophecy of the Goddess' oracle that said that the child concieved this night will reign hereafter. As far as she could see, once the spell cast by Myrna was lifte, dawn would arrive and there would be no immortal to fill her womb. Then confusion daawned. Her encounter with Cathal some hours earlier had had intense sexual ramification wrought upon her....could it be that..? Then, there was Aingeal here, why could he not be that immortal that gifted her his seed...?
She look with wide eyes lost in questions to the beautiful Aingeal who stood stately looking to the east, knowing that the magic would last not much longer; that dawn would be here and the wheel of history would be begun its inevitable, crushing spin once more.
He spoke,"Dear, dear Aideen. Were it as easy as that." He smiled wrily, "I have been bound to the service and protection of your clan from the very day that I became on of the Elements. Our histories are tied together by great sacrifice and good Myrna has left my tale untold because she knows of the pain, the sadness, the loss that burns me till today; she knows also of your mordern day ideas about certain feelings, certain emotions that would plunge you further into desolation.
But my tale must be told. History and knowledge are the nymphs that will gran you the strength that you need to face the comming days. It will be repeated; All that has passed will be repeated and unless your eyes are open this time Catalin there is nothing that will save you!" He paused, realizing his mistake. This was not Catalin, it was Aideen. Not his beautiful sister selfless...but her reincarnation, her second chance at finding rest. The sadness on his face was almost palpable as he began the tale of his life; of his great "immorality" in the eyes of the elders; of the purity that saved him.....
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