When We Were Younger

Brigid

Charles and Sadie were looking out across the field at all the recruits. They were all improving quickly, especially now that they were under the guidance of gods. Brigid was great at teaching them how to use a sword, much to Gerald's chagrin, but he was grateful that Brigid was still willing to teach him some new things.

Lugh was in charge of spear training, a new development in the routine of the men. Sadie was impressed at how graceful the god looked while showing off his moves. He apparently liked being a show off.

Cernunnos was now helping with bows and arrow practice. He seemed grumpy about it but Charles didn't seem too upset about having his position taken over by a god.

And Ogma, the god with a club. He was now in charge of teaching the men how to wield a blunt object. Mostly the men were given silver painted clubs, save for a few who preferred big hammers. The king had sent over plenty of silver for the regiment to fight with.

Sadie was in charge of teaching knife fighting, although she knew Lilly was far more proficient than Sadie ever could be. Sadie missed Lilly and Arthur and constantly wished they'd hurry up and get back to Darach ar an gCnoc.

The Morrigan, however, was nowhere to be seen. She was the war general and leader of Tír na nÓg so she had to keep an eye on the war going on in the Irish afterlife, which was understandable. The Dagda, king to all the Irish gods and goddesses, was out of commission according to The Morrigan.

Sadie took a drink of her coffee and sighed. There were still werewolf attacks going on but it wasn't as bad as it had been when it first started. All things considered, everything was going pretty well.

"How goes the training?"

Sadie and Charles turned around to see The Morrigan. "Ah, Morrigan," Charles said. "It's goin' well. How goes the war in Tír na nÓg?"

"Hmm." The Morrigan took a step forward and sighed. "It's looking good, but we still have plenty of work to do. Lilly and Arthur are on their way to fight Dian in Scotland now."

"Will they win?" Sadie asked.

"I have foreseen that they will," The Morrigan replied. "When they return here and fight Dubh, though, that will prove to be a more difficult task."

"Why?"

"Out of all the brothers, Dubh is the biggest and strongest of the three."

"Was Dothur hard to fight?"

The Morrigan chuckled. "No. He was quite easy to take down." Abruptly, The Morrigan looked over her shoulder. "Hmm, Adair should be here soon."

"Adair? I thought she was with Arthur and Lilly," Charles mentioned.

"She was, but now Adair will come to confront me about her father."

"Her father?"

"The Dagda. He is...not well."

Sadie spotted something with wings in the sky and pointed up at it. "I think that's her now."

The Morrigan blew a raspberry. "Yes, that is her."

The figure got closer and closer, Sadie now being able to make out that it was Adair for sure. The goddess landed on the ground in front of them, her wings now furling into her back, and stormed over to The Morrigan with an angry look on her face.