There were things in life that were taking a toll on the earth. Remember the 12-21-2012 thing, well what happened was that the veil between our world and the next opened, which caused a lot of stuff to go down. Dragons in Europe, flooding in Mexico by the Aztecs. The Big Eight of the Greek Pantheon came down from Olympus to solidify their reign over Greece again. Thor was roaming around for arrant Frost Giants that have found a way into our world. The Egyptians claimed Egypt for their rulership again. You know, myth into reality type of thing.

Me, who am I? I am just a pagan that works for the WWE. Yeah, I'm a necessety now that the world of myth have become real. It also doesn't help that within in the WWE there are creatures of myth that have rooted out a living there. Justin Gabriel was really a werewolf. The Undertaker was a Necromancer, meaning he deals with magic of the dead. Me, I'm just a pagan, a so called wannabe witch. No, I wasn't a real witch, I preferred to stay away from magic and just worship my gods. But I was soon going to learn that that was going to be easier said than done, when the Gods came to me with tasks.

It started when the WWE came to Europe. Risking a dragon attack, I'm sure, but they relied on Justin Gabriel's connections with the werewolf community to keep them safe. What happened that caused me to reconsider working for the WWE was an Unseelie visit. I am not one of those people that think fairies are little Tinkerbell pixies, while some are true. No, most are trooping feys, as I like to call them. In Scotland a lot of the feys are divided into Courts, Unseelie are the darker aspect of the feys and Seelie are benign to humans. This dude was Unseelie.

I could see it, when he appeared in front of me. I could see it in his eyes. I'm surprised he even survived, the fey are weak against man made iron, they hated it. It was poison to them. This bloke was huge, taller than Big Show by at least a few inches. At first I thought he was a troll but this fey possessed a beauty that rivaled even that of Randy Orton. Everyone scattered, well most everyone. I saw that the Fey visibly shrank away from Sheamus. But his gaze was turned towards me.

"You..." Between his anger and iron sickness, he couldn't finish that sentence. Though the tone was enough to chill ice to say the least.

"Yeah me, what of it?" I asked, crossing my arms. "What do you call you?"

"Pathetic, you don't know Prince Abastor?"

"I'm a pathetic human, I wouldn't know who is king, queen or page of any kingdom. There is also the fact that I'm an American. European politics eludes me, sweetie."

"I'm looking for a Child of the Moon, I've been told you are one."

"Okay, so you found me." I nodded, arms still crossed. "Give me a reason why you are looking for me."

"I have lost something. Something that is mine. And you're going to get it. Or else."

"Are you going to Pixie Lead me or something?" I asked. "Pixie Shot, those arrows of your fellow clansmen are deadly."

"You doubt I can't kill you?"

I moved my hand over a charm around my neck. "No but I know what can kill you. You can't make threats to me, not in a place of iron. You're weak, I can tell. Also you, you're afraid of an Irishman, not someone from your own area, Scotland if I'm not mistaken. So tell me, great Prince." I gave an exagerated bow. "What is it that you need a human, let alone one that isn't an actual witch, to do for your gracious highness?"

In this day an age, it seemed as though the iron was just a minor reprieve from the fey, good or bad, mainly the bad. I found this fact fading quickly. The only thing is holy ground, they won't go to those places. Except in Ireland.

"Call on your Goddess. She has what I want."

"You want me to call on a war goddess, in a place where you're weak. I don't know if you're weak of body or of mind. Has the iron rotted your brain, Prince Abastor?"

"Just call her, you pathetic worm."

"She doesn't have to call. I'm already here." A woman said, a voice that was deadly sounding.

I wanted to think that Morrigan was a goddess that didn't give a damn, and many would see that now as she stood next to Seth Rollins, standing his height as she came out from the darkness of the stands. She was stunning, beautifully stunning, a beauty that no human could hold. She was a take no shit kind of goddess. One I am happy to say that still stands next to me, who chose to stand with me.

"Morrigan." I bowed my head to her, having this been the first meeting with her I ever had in real life.

She regarded me briefly, turning to look at the fey in front of me. "Tell me what I have that you want, fey Prince. I am not a patient woman." Her demand was deadly, I could almost hear it to the bone.

Sheamus stepped away, backing away from a fight. This was for a warrior goddess. This was Morrigan's domain. All the superstars, minus Seth Rollins, got as far back from the area as possible. Seth walked towards me, from behind me. He saw the sheathed dagger on her hip, one that could gut someone without much trouble.

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't cut you now." She said, hand resting awfully close to the dagger.

"You took that dagger from me."

"This thing is yours?" She curled her lips into a sneer. "Well, I won it in a fair jest."

"Fair jest, you tricked me! My kingdom don't hold a crown, we hold a dagger to show our power. I want it back."

"I won it in a fair deal." She replied, looking over the slightly blue skinned, and black eyed thing in front of us. "But we can make a deal now as you called on one of my children."

"What sort of deal?" Abastor asked, tilting his head.

"Find a Hound and ride it in the Hunt."

The Hunt was a common night time thing, often referred to as a Night Hunt, instead of The Wild Hunt. Cernunnos' reign wasn't now, a Shadow King led an army to claim the souls of the dead, to deliver them to the Otherworld. Spectral Hounds were favored as compatriots to these riders, they sought out the dead so that the riders, the Hunt could take them.

"So I..." Abastor began.

"No, the both of you. I am a death goddess already, it would be unfair to you, Fey Prince, if you went against me. And since you sought out my child, she will do the hunting for me."

"With no help from you."

"I'll help her." Rollins said from behind me. The only stupid man that didn't step away from this in the first place. "If that's okay."

"A woman is much weaker than a man." Abastor said, looking at the both of us. "Then it is a deal. If she is able to wrestle a Hound then you keep the dagger."

"And if she looses?" Morrigan prodded, her voice dropping along with her good mood.

"I want the dagger back. And her." He pointed to me, eyes scanning me as he did so.

Oh well that's just charming, I thought looking at my Goddess and then at Abastor. I wanted to say no, but to go against Morrigan was a fate worse than death. She cursed Cuchulain, what could she do to me that was worse than that? Death. Not being able to cross over?

"Her and her consort will do this." Morrigan turned her gaze from Abastor to Seth. "Colby Lopez will aid Amaris McIntyre in this quest. It is a deal. In three nights, if you are successful in three nights, you are granted your dagger back, with my child."

WIth a dreadful sneer, that Unseelie Court prince sort of disappeared out of sight. I'm sure he was more than happy to do that. This left a Celtic War Goddess, a wrestler and I to stand next to each other.

"Are you man-stupid or something?" I all but barked at Seth, I mean Colby. "What made you think you can even survive a trip out to the Moors, let alone try to help me?"

"Hey, someone has to help. I figured since I have the fight, then you must have the brains if you know where to look for this Hound."

"Taming a Hound is not any easy feat, Mortal." Morrigan said, fixing a stern look on Colby. "Only those that understand and know what to do can maybe do it."

"And she can?" Colby asked, motioning to me.

"She's a devout pagan, she knows the tales, she understands what are at stake. I have confidence in her. Now you...not so much for a man that seems more interested in her than with the task at hand."

As blunt as Morrigan can get, she was known to not lie about anything. Was what she said true, Colby actually liked me?

"It's better me than that creepy dude. I mean come on, I don't see her in a royal court."

"Thanks." I turned to look at Colby. "That means a lot."

"Not a dark court like his, that's what I meant." He raised his hands. "So, how do we go about finding a Hound?"

"To the Moors. At least Sir Conan Doyle wasn't all that wrong about Black Dogs, The Hound of the Baskervilles was based off the legends of spectral hounds of English myth. And don't you have WWE business to tend to? Don't want to see you fired for helping out a witch."

"I thought you were a pagan." He smirked.

"I don't know who is more troubled, the fey prince or you." Morrigan said before twisting into a different, a raven who flew out of the arena with grace only she could handle.

"Did she just insult me?" Colby asked.

"I don't know." I said shrugging. "I have to go."

"Well, wherever you go, I'm going."

This was going to be a long and drawn out ordeal.

"No." I stopped him. "You stay, Wolf. You stay. Your life is worth more than mine. I am not going to let you risk your life for something as meaningless as this. Stay." I put my hand on his chest, regretting it almost instantly.

I could feel how he felt under my hand, I felt his power as a man and yet...I couldn't bring myself to let him risk his life for me.

"Too damn bad," he said spinning me around and placing a hand on my back and pushed me towards the back. "We're going to figure out what and where tonight, then after the show we're heading out."

"You have the SmackDown taping tomorrow, Genius." I responded.

"Well, we've got three nights." I groaned at him. "Come on, you can do the research and I'll be the muscle."

"You stupid, you man stupid, man." I said turning to look at him. "You have no damn clue what is at stake here, do you? My life, my life if I don't get killed by a spectral dog then I am in the service to an Unseelie Prince. I'm as good as a sex slave to him. My position will be on my back in his regard."

"Then we're not going to loose this." He said, lowering his face down toward mine to the point of being almost nose to nose with each other. "We're going to get justice for you."