Page 58 of Shattered Fears

“Samuel,” the new person answered nonchalantly.

“And what are you?” He looked down his nose at the intruder. What would he be presented with this time? A werewolf or a vampire?

“I’m human.”

“Human?” he stuttered. “Yet you side with these savages.”

“I do. Because I’ve learned these savages, as you call them, are going to rule the Earth soon.”

“Never.” He stepped forward on the rocks and almost lost his footing. Nuka, hoisted him back upright.

“Careful. It’s a little slippery.”

“Thank you,” he growled and shook the creature off him. “Why have you brought me here? It’s pretty to look at and all, but we need to find out where the others are and go after them.”

“Oh.” Nuka stepped down the rocks toward the sea. He shifted his hand to that of a polar bear’s paw and allowed it to dangle in the water. “I know where they are hiding. Thinking they’ve won, for now. I’m about to show them they haven’t, though.”

“I don’t understand?” He was growing frustrated with all the riddles and the lack of information. He wanted to be torturing the bear who’d ravished his daughter, not sitting around sightseeing and chatting.

“You will soon. You see, Ireland is the seat of magic. It was first discovered here long ago. People think these rocks were formed by a giant, but in reality, it was magic.” Nuka nodded at Ciaran who swirled his hand around, creating a new basalt column, which he allowed to drop into a pattern with the others.

“How did he do that?”

“I’m afraid I know as much about that as you. I don’t have such powers; I just shift. But I do know that magic is at it’s strongest in this location, and that’s why this is the best place for the spell.”

“Spell?” he questioned.

“Yes. Samuel, prepare yourself.”

“What are you going to do to him?”

“I’m going to make him more powerful than you can ever imagine.”

The creature pulled a box from out of his pocket and handed it to the other human. He couldn’t quite see what was in it until the polar bear stepped back. It was fragments of dirty, white bones.”

“What are they for?” He cocked his head to get a better look. The rain was coming down harder, now, and his clothes were beginning to soak through to his skin.

“Watch, and you’ll see. Ciaran, you may begin.”

Everyone stood in silence for a few moments, and then, the druid started to chant. The words must have been in Irish, or some ancient language, because he didn’t have a clue what was being said. His breathing slowed as a beam of red light shot out of the ground and encased the other human. He took a few steps back, careful not to slip. The chanting grew louder and louder. Ancient words spilling from the druid’s mouth in a torrent of rhyme,

“Lig Dia duit an t-am atá caite teacht abhaile

Lig na cnámha le chéile arís agus arís eile

A bheith mar chroílár cumhachtach

Chuir tú go mícheart leat ó shin

Lig dó beo agus gabháil leis an Domhan seo

Mar sin, féadfaidh sé é a scriosadh.”

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“Devil let the past come home

Let the bones fuse together once more

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