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February 1– The Day before Imbolc

Ireland

It had been a strange day all around. Wells that had been dry for years were suddenly full, the sound of a single wolf had been heard howling all throughout the day and all of a sudden there were snakes popping up in various places. Now most people may say hearing a wolf howling isn't that unusual but wolves had not been in Ireland since the 1700s and of course everyone knew Ireland didn't have snakes.

There are some people who tend to have a sense about "odd" things and they felt that something or someone very old and very powerful was coming. Besides the odd things that had been going on there had been sort of keening or wailing sound coming from the Stone of Destiny up on the Hill of Tara. Tourists who had been visiting it had reported it as feeling hot almost burning to the touch but there had been a cool breeze all day. Local officials had just tried to brush it off as crazy tourists talking, but the local people especially the older ones knew.

As the sun began to set that day and people went about their business of closing up shops and getting ready to head home for the night no one really thought much else about the odd things from that day, so no one really paid attention to the nineteen women varying in ages from young to old dressed in white with flower crowns on their heads walked barefoot in a procession up the Hill of Tara to the Stone of Destiny. At the front the youngest and the oldest of the group carried a St. Brigit's Cross woven from sweet rushes and a bundle of snow drops. They stopped and knelt at the stone laying the cross down and the snow drops on top.

As the cross and flowers were laid down, they all spoke at once saying, "In honor of the Goddess Brigit, Blessed Be." As they stood to leave all but the oldest one turned to walk away. She stood there for a moment as she thought to herself; she is coming before turning and walking away.

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A few hours later the town hall began to strike midnight signaling the beginning of a new day, but up at the stone the earth began to slightly shake and a pillar of fire shot up from in front of the stone. A shadow could be seen forming inside the fire in the shape of a person. A bare foot stepped out of the fire followed by the rest of the body of a woman. She was red-headed dressed in a white gown with long bell sleeves and a leather belt with a triskelion on the buckle. She looked around curiously noticing how much things had changed since last she had been here. A raven flew down and landed on the ground next to her and cawed. She held her arm for the raven to fly up and land on as she looked at it intently like she knew exactly what it was saying as it cawed several times.

"Thank you my friend," she said when the bird finished; "I believe the time has come for me to reclaim my family and my place amongst my people. Go now let the others know that I am returned." The raven cawed once more and flew off as the woman stepped back into the fire and disappeared.

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