Prince of the Celts

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓣𝔀𝓸: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓬𝓱 𝓐𝓰𝓮

"ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʟꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊɪʟᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇꜱ / ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛ'ꜱ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴏɴᴇ / ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ꜱQᴜᴀɴᴅᴇʀ." --Ice, Sarah Mclachlan

Cael

"--This is a communicator." Zain held up a round metal thing with glass on its front. I gasped and fell off of his bed as it suddenly turned bright blue and chimed. He laughed at me but gave me a hand. "There is more to life than they tell you. Just because they're stuck in the past doesn't mean its fair to do the same to you. There are other countries, other places begging to be explored." He kissed my forehead. "I want you to have this. I'll teach you how to work it but under no circumstances should your father or your uncles see it. Hide it well."

He handed me a hefty square of silver. "What is it?"

"Open it and find out." I did and stared astonished by the screen, which matched the one on the communicator. "This little thingy right here," he led my fingers to a silver pad, "this allows you to do stuff on it." He led my fingers to an icon and clicked it. "This is the internet. You can do anything your heart desires on it. Look, you can even play games." He clicked again, and I smiled at all the pretty colors I've never seen before flooded the screen. I noticed that everything was in Celtic as if this present has been planned.

"Wow." He chuckled at me. "That's one way to put it." I clicked away at the screen, numbers glowing to the right corner. "I'm glad you like it, but it's almost midnight. Take it to your room and hide it."

I nodded, closing it, sneaking around my home, when I froze. Moaning and groaning coming from my uncle's room.

"Oh, Lucifer!" Aiden cried. "Dark lord!"

My cheeks blushed scarlet and I scurried past the cacophony, to my own room. I opened my door quietly and shut it even softer, as to not wake my family. I sat down on my bed, relaxing against the headboard, the silver square on my lap. I opened it and hit one of the buttons that Zain showed me. The screen flooded white, with a thin rectangle on its screen under a jumble of letters and colors. Curiously, I clicked the bar and started typing. I looked at all kinds of things--the world now, everything I don't know, food, drinks, words, it was truly magical. I even watched some sort of moving image that read 'movie' underneath it. I yawned and stretched as it ended, noticing how my eyes were stinging, like I didn't get any sleep. I closed the shiny 'X' button in the corner to close the square. With the square closed in my lap, I glanced around my room for a good spot to hide the square.

'Ah, yes!' I thought. I grabbed one end of the loose floorboard and lifted and placed the silver square gingerly on an old blanket I've had since I was a wee one. I put the floorboard back just in time to hear my father.

"Cael?" he sang. "Sweetie?" I cursed, jumping into my bed rapidly, hardly managing to put the flame out of my candle before my father walked in. I closed my eyes and pretended to be in a deep sleep. He opened my door and sat down next to me on the bed. I felt his soft and familiar hands gently brush my hair as I 'slept'. He hummed a song of the old, one that always put me to sleep. His lips brushed my forehead as he lifted the blanket and settled into the bed with me, holding me close.

"Cael, my boy." He cooed. "My son."

I felt his hands continue to brush with my hair, leading me into a deep sleep.