Prince of the Celts

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓢𝓲𝔁: 𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮

"Maidin is tus an lae/ Is fagaim mo bhaile/ Ta mo chroise go bron/
Is fad ar shiul m'oige" Enya - 'S Fagaim Mo Bhaile

Eng lyrics: "And I leave my home/ Morning and the start of the day/ And I leave my home/ My heart is grieving/ and my youth is long past"

The training was the worst.

I knew that most didn't like hybrids, but I've never been treated like this before. Is it because of my class? My looks? My finances?

The cruelty I received in this club was not what I saw in the videos. The softness that the doms had for the subs, the gentle hands after the abuse, that was not what I experienced. There was no aftercare. No safe words. Just agony.

I cried. I cried over and over into my pillow, wanting the pain to go away, rubbing rope burns out of my wrists, and caring for the welts littering my body.

I wanted to run. Run to a place that respects differences, respects the fact that I can't change.

I was busy on the square, reading an article titled best bdsm clubs.

I clicked my pen and hurriedly noted the name of the club, Velvet Moonlight.

"It's in the Coalesce." I groaned.

The Coalesce, I remember from my history lesson. After the great world war three, the world shifted again, and the countries that remained were connected again. It was a blend of thousands of cultures, languages, ideals, religions, and opinions.

I've always wanted to go, but Father always said Ireland was the best. One of the few countries that did not join the Coalesce and shut all its borders to strangers.

But I wanted to get away from here. I wanted my own life, in a new place. And the Coalesce sounded perfect. What better way to learn what's been happening to the rest of the world while I'm stuck in Ireland.

Hopefully, my father will be okay with my decision.

I walked into the main sitting room, where my father was gossiping with Aiden while peeling potatoes.

"Father..." I squeaked, my heart beating faster, my palms sweaty. What if he doesn't accept my decision? What if he doesn't let me go and learn? What if...

"Yes? What's the matter, sweetheart? You look pale."

"He's a redhead, of course, he's pale." Aiden laughed.

Father rolled his eyes. "What's the matter?"

I thought of how to word it. Practiced it in my head.

"I wanna move out of Ireland." I managed all in one breath, only half of the butterflies leaving me.

He dropped the knife he was using to peel, nearly dropping it on his shoe.

Aiden stopped grinning and stared, slack-jawed.

"Cael... where is this coming from all of a sudden?" My father grabbed the knife and dropped it in the sink.

"I want to explore. I want to learn more about the world. I'm already over a century old, will you let me?"

He stared, a certain teary look in his eyes as he sighed. "I always knew this day would come." His voice was wavering. He walked off into his room.

I felt like throwing up. I've never upset him like this before. My throat felt ridiculously dry, but I didn't dare to grab a drink. I was glued to the spot.

I whipped my head around as my father came back into the room. "As I said, I always knew this day would come." He sniffled. "I'm happy it didn't happen sooner. Here." He gave me a wad of euros. "I've been saving for this day since you were wee."

I stared at the stack. I knew it was over a hundred grand. "Father..."

He shook his head. "It's yours. Take it."
"Your uncle and I invested in sugar back in the 1200s."

I felt sicker than before. "I'm not taking this much. I can't." I gave father back a decent chunk of it leaving me with about fifty grand. "This is fine. Please, use the rest to spruce up the shop."

The shop was our storage area, where Father and Aiden sold soups and elixirs.

He clicked his tongue. "Baby, no. Take the money." I shook my head. "Use it to get new clothes. You've had the same boots since I turned a hundred."

"You really won't take it?" He sounded sad. I shook my head. "No, I could never take that much. Father, please, use it to fix the shop, the house, buy some more stocks, even. I'll take this much."

He pondered for a bit, then nodded. "Only because you seem so adamant about it."

This went over way better than I expected.

"When do you want to leave? Not today, right?" I shook my head. "No...not today. Maybe tomorrow or the next?"

He nodded. "Whenever you're ready." He picked a new knife and went back to peeling. "Do you mind cutting some more firewood, dear?"

I grinned and threw on a jacket for the wintry winds and chopped the firewood swiftly.

"Do you even know what all goes into moving?" I gasped, nearly hurting myself on the ax. "Dear Gods! Zain, you scared me." He gave me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. But do you know what you need to do to move?"

I shook my head.

"Well first, you need to find a place. Where is it you want to live?"

"The Coalesce." His eyes widened. "Oh? I haven't been there in a few years. Which district?" I frowned, my brows furrowing. "There are districts?"

"Yes. There's the Asia District, the Europe District, the Australian District, the Americas district, and the Africa District. I'm assuming European?"

I nodded. "I don't know any of those other continents."

"I figured you wouldn't. You should use those things I gave you so you can look for a place. And a job, you kinds have to have one of those."

"Oh." He sighed. "Listen Cael, you may not have a ton of skills, and I'm not trying to be rude, but the ones you do have are perfect for your class type. You could become a home ec teacher, or a florist, a chef...there's not a whole lot of jobs that fit Omegas so perfectly, but those few should do you good." I frowned. I didn't expect to be frowned down on here. "I know it was unintentionally rude, Zain, but I'm still offended. I can get any job I want." I knew it wasn't fair to respond to him like that, after all, he, Aiden, and my father were all traditionalists in that sense. My father, who is an Omega himself, thinks that way about other Omegas. Gods forbid he ever see an Omega see something that's not cooking, cleaning, serving, or tending to a home. 

He laughed and ruffled my hair. "I like the attitude, kid. I want you to prove me wrong." 

I grinned back. "I will. Promise."

He nodded and walked back into the house. I put away my tools and gathered the wood I cut and drug it into the house. "Lovely!" Adrian grunted as he struggled to pick them up. "I've got it, Uncle Aid." He nodded and dropped them. "After dinner, you should get some rest. You got s big day tomorrow, packing and whatnot." He ruffled my hair. "I'm going to miss you, you giant."

"I'll miss you too, Uncle Aid." He kissed my forehead. "I'm going to go to the bar and get a hunk to do me three days. Tell your dad for me, would you?"

He closed the door behind him and I joined father in the sitting room to eat a quiet and fast dinner of soup. I put my dishes in the sink and father started washing them. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I yawned as I sat on my bed in my underwear and smiled at the window.

Tomorrow's the big day. I started packing while humming. I'll be out  in the real world.