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It was a bright morning in an undetermined place in the Irish countryside and a strange sight could be glimpsed under an oak just out of sight of the road.

A dullahan and her horse were enjoying a nap in the sun after a busy night.

Abruptly a glowing figure with a babe in its arms appeared sitting next to them; a wave of its hand had the dullahan and her horse falling deeper asleep.

The figure shifted to quiescent baby into the dullahan's lap and pulled a small green arrowhead from somewhere, it had already disposed of an identical gold one in a changeling when it had retrieved this baby into which it would now use to dispose of the other.

Taking the dullahan's hand tenderly in its own, the figure softly uncurled it hand, slicing into the dullahan's palm, gathering a small amount of the strange shadowy substance the dullahan carried in place of blood onto the arrowhead, the figure lay the bloodied item over one of the babe's eyes, then it pooled its own power in its cupped hands and poured it over the eye and arrowhead, as it did so the arrow appeared to lose physical substance and the mingling of black and leaf-green power was absorbed by the baby.

The figure smiled as they watched the babe begin to glow brighter and brighter, it little eyelids squeezed shut, before the glow dimmed back into its skin and the baby who now looked and felt quite different from before relaxed into a more peaceful sleep.

Celty's body was the first to awaken and realize they were no longer alone.

Her head moaned slightly and continued to sleep.

Her body fidgeted slightly at the sight of the small form in her lap, gently shifting it off on the grass next to her she looked up towards the feeling of being watched.

A glowing figure was sitting on a branch of the tree, under which she, her head and her horse had been sleeping.

Celty pulled a black notebook from her shadows, opened it and began to write.

[What are you doing here? I thought we had parted, and on your terms] she held the book up for him to see, her body language still and cold in anger.

"I did and I know how you felt about it but I had some important things, I had to do" the figure turned its head away unable look at Celty and let her see what all it had done.

[Then why are you here, is it the baby?] The dullahan shook away the shadow pen and tenderly petted the babe's soft ink black hair; the quiet baby opened its eyes and looked up at her with entirely green eyes, no whites or pupil visible.

"Yes, sort of, his name is Oisin Dalbhach, he's ours now, but I can't raise him, I'm wanted by the Fae courts and the wild hunt too, so I'm leaving this world" the figure leaped down from the branch, stumbling slightly as it hit the ground.

The dullahan gave the equivalent of an understanding sigh, a puff of black leaving her neck, as she drew the babe up into her arms.

'I understand, and thank you' her head stated with a sad smile as it looked up at the figure, which waved at them briefly before it turned and disappeared in a flash of light.

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