An Eternal Flame | Druig Fanfic ( UPDATES on Fridays )

***This story is meant as an almost precursor to Eternals in a sense. Druig obviously has an Irish accent, so I'm writing this with the intent of this being Druig travelling to Ireland in his own travels away from the Eternals around 250 AD to 400 AD. It's almost like an origin story for him before the Emergence. Below is an excerpt:

"Druid? An bhfuil tú mar an gcéanna liomsa?"

His eyes began to shine with a golden hue. The girl stepped back driving a foot into the ground, roots twisting and growing around here legs holding her steady. The forest grew darker as if the branches had begun to block out the sun's light.

The raven was now on a nearby branch. It spread its wings to show its intimidating size. It screeched loudly at him. He put his hands up to show he held no weapons, while he placed his own thoughts gently into her head. She shut her eyes tightly and spoke her mysterious language in forced whispers, the trees seemed to echo her. The girl's stance reluctantly relaxed, her eyes opening to mimic his own.

"I've not come here to harm you. My name is Druig, and no, I'm not like you. Not exactly."

The roots sank back into the ground letting the earth fall back into place, and she stood tall repeating the foreign name in confirmation, "Druig."

He smiled as friendly as he could, speaking once more into her mind to help her understand, "I am Druig. Do you have a name?"

She stared at him. Her eyes held confusion, and Druig wasn't sure if she could understand him at all. She approached him. The earth hugged at her heels as she stepped closer to him. "Do you understand any of what I'm saying?" he spoke again. He tried to enter her mind, but there was something blocking him.

He looked to her lips to see them shining as if dipped in honey. She held his gaze while she spoke, "Tá do draíocht gan chumhacht anseo, Druig."

***I do NOT claim Druig or any characters created by Marvel. All Eternals are owned by Marvel Studios and not myself.