The Cursekeeper

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"Wow, the house is huge!" Cahira exclaimed as she clung to The Morrigan.

"Yes, it is," The Morrigan chuckled, walking towards the house from one of the farm fields. "And they have a lot more on the property than when I was here last. Your father and the rest did a magnificent job holding things together here, flourishing with the help of so many from the Ethereal Realms. I think that's the school over there, too."

As The Goddess of War pointed to the east, Cahira's eyes lit up. "Oh wow! It's so-" Explosions echoed outside the shields a couple miles off and The Morrigan sighed in frustration. "What is that noise they keep making?"

"That would be your brother and sister causing trouble," The Morrigan grumbled. "Can no one keep on eye on those two?"

"Apparently not."

"Who goes there?!" someone shouted.

The Morrigan smiled brightly as she waved at the tall, dark man by the barn with his sawed off shotgun raised, the lantern in his other hand revealing who he was. "Charles! It's us!" she yelled.

"Hi Uncle Charles!" Cahira laughed.

"Oh my gods!" Charles laughed before holstering his gun and clicking on his bracelet. "Everyone!" he said as he rushed to the two females.

Faces came up inside blue floating ovals. "Charles," people greeted.

"I found Cahira and Queen Morrigan," Charles beamed as he embraced The Morrigan and Cahira in a tight hug, then he aimed the lens at the two. "See? They're out here by the main barn."

"Hi!" Cahira and her grandmother both said excitedly while waving happily.

Everyone was in an uproar, and soon people came running out of the large castle-like fortress that was now Darach ar an gCnoc to greet their long lost family member and their queen.

"Cahira!" Dutch cried as he held onto his granddaughter. "Oh, sweetheart."

"Hey, Pop Pop," Cahira sniffled as she kissed his cheek.

People fanned over the two and Brigid came waddling over quickly to give her queen a tight, warm embrace. "I missed you. Father will be so pleased that you're safe," she whimpered tearfully.

"Ohhh," The Morrigan cooed while wiping Brigid's tears and kissed her forehead. "I missed you too, Brigid. Would you like to speak to your mother?"

"Yes, please."

Brigid stood back as Nemain, in her human form of wild, long red hair and Celtic battle armor, appeared before her. She smiled at her daughter and clasped her hands over her lower half. "Hello, Brigid." Brigid burst into tears and jumped on her mother, making the older goddess laugh as she returned the hug. "Oh, you are very pregnant, young lady!"

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"Yer arses would be lucky if I didna take a belt over 'em," The Dagda snarled as he walked with his grandchildren trailing after him. "Ya were supposed tah stay inside with the other children!"

"It isna our fault that Aisling and Corvin couldna keep an eye on us!" Aoífe belted out.

"The hell it isna!" The Dagda shouted as he turned towards them with a rage in his eyes. "Ya have damn near everything at yer disposal tah make quick getaways! And ya canna go showing off yer powers like that!"

"It was necessary!" Junior yelled.

"No, it wasna! Ya just wanted tah show off! Which I'd expect from ya, Junior, but not you, Aoífe!" The Dagda bellowed loudly as he pointed at his granddaughter. "Yer a seer! Ya should know better! If word gets out that-"