Dunst Till Dawn

The Quest for The 13 Hollows Part 2

Gwen O'Connell pulled a green collared long sleeve shirt over her head of red hair and looked at herself in the mirror. Her blueish-green eyes had all but dried up by now. And all the red that was within them, was now almost all gone. Which was good. 

The long sleeve green shirt that she had on was a little heavy for the Irish summer weather that they were experiencing, but the long sleeves were worth it. For they were able to cover up the bruises on her arms. She didn't want anyone to see them and to get the wrong idea. Owen wasn't usually the kind of man that would hurt her like that. It was her fault really. She was the one who had just gotten him so mad that he lost all sense of what he was doing. 

They had their fights, sure, like any other couple. But they rarely actually turned physical. No. If he were the abusive type, she wouldn't have stayed with him for all these years. It wasn't like she was a wee little girl. She could stand up for herself if she needed to. They just fought like any other couple, that was all. That was part of being in a relationship. They had made a vow, to be together. for better; Or worse... Until death do they part.

The doorbell dinged. Shit, she forgot to tell her not to ring the doorbell. Owen was in their study still, still reading. And she knew how he hated being interrupted when he was reading. She had to stop that bloody bell before it got him upset again. She had just calmed him down.

She ran down the stairs of their two-story flat, to the door on the first floor, and opened it. Before her, on the other side of the doorway, stood a 5/6 light brown haired woman with blueish-green eyes. "Hi Gwen." The woman greeted her, as old friends that hadn't seen each other in so long. 

The woman looked like she had just been hit by a trolly. Her clothes were ripped, and she was bruised from head to toes. She looked even more beat up than Gwen herself did. 

The woman was Dawn Dunst. And she, as well as her brother, had been good friends with Gwen for many years now. Gwen had first met them when she hired them to find a treasure that her father, an archeologist, had passed onto her before he died. A treasure that ended up being a life worth of his notes. A treasure that ended up meaning a lot more to her than any mere gold would have been. Ever since then, she was the one they called up whenever they needed her knowledge on European mythology. 

Technically, she was a historian not a mythologist. But she had confided to Dawn once that her original reason for becoming a European historian, was in truth her fascination with the mythology of her homeland of Ireland. And that then expanded into European mythology in general. And since it was not something she was forced to study, but something that she studied because she found it interesting, she had become quite an expert on it.

"I need your help Gwenny." Dawn explained. "But I must warn you first, if I explain it to you... Well, I know I'm going to sound crazy. I know it sounds ridiculous. I know it does. But Gwenny please. You don't have to believe me. I need your expertise. I need your help. I need someone that I know I can trust."

"What's wrong Dawn."

"Honestly?"

"Of course. I'll help if I can. You're my friend after all." 

"What do you know of the 13 Hollows?"

"You're talking about the 13 Treasures of Britain?"  

"Yes. See, I knew you would know about them. Arthurian legends were always one of your biggest areas of expertise." 

"Not much honestly."

Please Gwenny, tell me what you do know. It's important. I need to find them quickly before... before Morgana Lafaye does."