AVftS-18
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| AVftS-18 | |
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| Author: | Jess |
| Date Posted: | October 13, 2019 |
| Forum Post: | Linked! |
| Word Count: | 561 |
| Characters: | Cathal, Kaegan, Rizali Corvus |
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Cathal sat down beside Kaegan. “Well, any craic?” Kaegan grunted. “Not up for an aul chat there, are we? Well suit yourself I’ll just be here if ye need me, won’t be no bother to ye” he said, as he made himself comfortable. He sighed, and dug around in his pockets for something to entertain himself with. A map of Thomond and the surrounding area, Éire, came out in his hand. “Éire Saoirse, Éire Cinealta. Thomond Saoirse, Thomond Cinealta” he muttered to himself. It was the national motto. He knew this map, he knew the land. He traced the Shannon river with his finger, until it ran off the page. He had no idea what was in between the end of that page and wherever he was now. But he knew it was beautiful. There were cities of gold, and buildings so tall he thought they were able to touch the goddesses, Saoirse and Cinealta. He wished he could have mapped them, or even stopped at them, but his boat kept dragging him along.
He snapped out of the thought as a young boy came up to him, shaking like an earthquake, with a letter in his hand. On the letter there was a blue seal, with three crowns. The seal of his home. He leapt to his feet, practically taking the boy’s hand with the letter, as the poor kid ran off.
He prayed to Cinealta that the letter was from his father, an admission of guilt, some money perhaps. Even a bleeding knife sharpener would be handy.
“A Cathal, I am writing to inform you of the home situation. Our Corcaigh brothers have fallen in combat to Ciarraí. My cousin has begged me to bring An Clár into this, promising land and, their hand in combat if we every decide to take Luimneach, as we should. I am an old man, my time is soon. We need you here, to lead our great men into battle, wether with swords or knives or even bloodied hurlies and sliothars. We’ll let you walk free if you help us now. What do you say? D’athair, Mick”
“What do I say?!”
“Lyndh, is it? Yeah yeah listen here, look what my bleeding da just sent me! He thinks that once all of Thomand goes to fecking war that I’ll just forgive him so I can put on a show for the rest of Éire. I’m not having it”
“...”
“Jesus none of ye talk?”
He felt like Rizali might be interested in this, they seemed awfully interested in where the hell Thomond was. He gave that fecker from the Olympics a run for his money with how fast he caught up with Rizzo, as Cathal had decided to call him
“Yup Rizzo! Wait would ya? I have a letter here, I don’t know how my parents found where I am, but they did. I just got this from my da. They want me back in An Clár to fight a war for Corcaigh, just to scare Luimneach and impress the rest of Thomond and bloody Éire!? He can feck off, I have this gig here, I’m not bothered to fight a war for a county that I was only just fighting against a few years back. But I thought you might be interested. I have this map if you want to see it.”