Maebh rise

ey clashed and parried. Maebh's muscles rippled and flexed. The sun had shone brightly, but the wind had picked up and a chill had descen

The dark wings were beating the air fiercely. The sound of its wing beats were like drums beating inside her mind. The drumming

landed on his back and the breath whooshed out of his lungs. Maebh had her blade at his throat before he could take his next breath. "Yield" she said as her fiery locks draped

ly. His very presence made her weak. He had a smile that would cause her heart to stutter. His laugh was like the finest music. Eoghan's touch made her melt. They were bet

his body into the boy's midsection. Both boys had tumbled to the ground and the dagger skittered across the ground. The bigger boy got to the dagger first and as he went to plunge the dagger into Eoghan, Eoghan grabbed the blade in his bare hands and wrestled the dagger from the larger boy. He pl

go. She had kept a watchful eye on him. He was her match. He had killed, and now the ghosts would haunt him. The feasting continued late into the night. Eoghan and Maebh had stayed in the great hall. The fire burned brightly, and the sounds of laughter and music floated through the hall. No one had paid them any at

ghs. Her green eyes blazed as she gazed at him. His blue eyes pierced her, his black hair glinted in the moonlight. Maebh stood, and walked towards him. She reached her hands up to him, and his lips claimed hers. She had not been surprised when he kissed her, they had been courting for the last two years. He was a man now, and had needs. As the kiss deepened, Maebh felt the flames of passion ignite in her. His hands slid down he

re meant to have an unshakable reign. Our legacy will live f

You are the light in the darkne

ebh whispered in his ear. She released her grip on his

eady?" Eog

aebh re

Eoghan came to her. They lay side by side, t

orever" Maebh said, a lon

Rathcroghan. Eoghan was dead. The messenger had found the bodies

bear a child. Your line must continue. You will wed the K

r. I will not wed another. I will

r at his side. This is what the god

demand more? Why? Is it not enough that my love is dead, but that I have to

be his queen, and his queen is meant

worse than dea

her moth