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Iolar Spiorad is a Gaelic term which translates directly to Eagle Spirit and People have hosted these entities in their bodies for centuries. Now it is time for a new generation to take on the new responsibility but the consequences that come with this can sometimes be too much for someone to bare.
This is the very problem that plagues the McGregor family and it is not a problem that can be solved overnight.
A/N: please note that a huge amount of this story still needs to be edited but this is the rough draft so please enjoy.
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