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Celtic mythology.
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Only those who have been to see the huge Neolithic standing stones that make up Stonehenge, those who have absorbed the eerie atmosphere that surrounds the ancient monument, could understand the peace of the stone circle in which the Elemental court was to be held. Neither bird nor animal sound could be heard within the giant structure, not even the ever-present wind could break the silence. However unlike Stonehenge this circle was complete, including the avenue of smaller standing stones that lead up to the circle.
The Fae were near immortal yet they, like the human archaeologists, who study and wonder at all the megaliths built by ancient man, could not name the architects of the megalithic stone circle. All that they knew however was, that is a powerful place. Ancient magic is held within its centre.
All around the outside of the circle, the citizens of the underground, dwarfs, goblins, brownies, pixies, and fae to name but a few, had gathered round. Although no one knew the full reasons as to why the highest court of the fae, (a court called only once before) they knew that the mortal girl sitting in the Albion camp had something to do with it. Rumours were abound as to why.
Sarah looked around her at the sight before her eyes. The stone circle was hypnotising, she did not, no she could not look away. It reminded her of Stonehenge. It was simply breath taking.
A beam of bright light pierced through the night sky. A silence fell over the waiting crowd. Sarah looked up to the beam. What ever it was, it seems that that the court had begun.
Within the sacred circle the four rulers of the underground stood. Éire, Alba, Cymru and Albion, named in memory of the past. Took to their directions.
"I Donn. Ruler of Alba, Call to the Earth, who provides us with her bounty. Danu, protect us, your children, guide us and bless us in our hour. So mote it be." The man in the north said
"I, Eshyn, Ruler of Cymru. Call to the Air, who protects with your wind. Danu, protect us, your children, guide us and bless us in our hour. So mote it be." Came the voice to the east.
"I Jareth, Ruler of Albion. Call to the Fire, who keeps us warm with your flames. Danu, protect us, your children, guide us and bless us in our hour. So mote it be." Jareth stood in the south.
"I Laeg, Ruler of Éire. Call to the Water, without whom all life would die. Danu, protect us, your children, guide us and bless us in our hour. So mote it be." Came the voice from the west.
Then all four started chanting, in a language as old as the hills. A light from the centre of the circle slowly began to glow and as the chanting became more and more fluid, the light grew, until a beam shot straight into the air. The court was now in session.
Laeg looked to Jareth and asked the question that was playing on everyone minds. "Why have you called this court? "
Jareth swallowed hard. To protect Sarah he needed them all behind him. "It concerns the mortal Sarah. Last night she was stolen from aboveground. By person or persons unknown."
"Yet you called us here for this. You have the right to sort out matters, like this in your own court." Eshyn said.
"And so I would have. If it was only that simple. You see she was nearly killed by a Barguest. Then later that night, another attempt was made on her life. A creature appeared at the Duir Ball. Both were killed."
Jareth looked round at the shock on the faces of the three rulers. "A Barguest" whispered Laeg "Who has the power to call one up. Ancient magic?"
Jareth nodded.
"Who killed them?" asked Donn
"A woman, a stranger. I know her not." Jareth said, "The creature almost seemed to fear her. All I want to know is who and why"
"Visions. We could call on the visions." Eshyn said. The others agreed.
This is for those who read and reviewed this story. Thanks guys for the reviews. Ok here goes.
Only those who have been to see the huge Neolithic standing stones that make up Stonehenge, those who have absorbed the eerie atmosphere that surrounds the ancient monument, could understand the peace of the stone circle in which the Elemental court was to be held. Neither bird nor animal sound could be heard within the giant structure, not even the ever-present wind could break the silence. However unlike Stonehenge this circle was complete, including the avenue of smaller standing stones that lead up to the circle.
The Fae were near immortal yet they, like the human archaeologists, who study and wonder at all the megaliths built by ancient man, could not name the architects of the megalithic stone circle. All that they knew however was, that is a powerful place. Ancient magic is held within its centre.
All around the outside of the circle, the citizens of the underground, dwarfs, goblins, brownies, pixies, and fae to name but a few, had gathered round. Although no one knew the full reasons as to why the highest court of the fae, (a court called only once before) they knew that the mortal girl sitting in the Albion camp had something to do with it. Rumours were abound as to why.
Sarah looked around her at the sight before her eyes. The stone circle was hypnotising, she did not, no she could not look away. It reminded her of Stonehenge. It was simply breath taking.
A beam of bright light pierced through the night sky. A silence fell over the waiting crowd. Sarah looked up to the beam. What ever it was, it seems that that the court had begun.
Within the sacred circle the four rulers of the underground stood. Éire, Alba, Cymru and Albion, named in memory of the past. Took to their directions.
"I Donn. Ruler of Alba, Call to the Earth, who provides us with her bounty. Danu, protect us, your children, guide us and bless us in our hour. So mote it be." The man in the north said
"I, Eshyn, Ruler of Cymru. Call to the Air, who protects with your wind. Danu, protect us, your children, guide us and bless us in our hour. So mote it be." Came the voice to the east.
"I Jareth, Ruler of Albion. Call to the Fire, who keeps us warm with your flames. Danu, protect us, your children, guide us and bless us in our hour. So mote it be." Jareth stood in the south.
"I Laeg, Ruler of Éire. Call to the Water, without whom all life would die. Danu, protect us, your children, guide us and bless us in our hour. So mote it be." Came the voice from the west.
Then all four started chanting, in a language as old as the hills. A light from the centre of the circle slowly began to glow and as the chanting became more and more fluid, the light grew, until a beam shot straight into the air. The court was now in session.
Laeg looked to Jareth and asked the question that was playing on everyone minds. "Why have you called this court? "
Jareth swallowed hard. To protect Sarah he needed them all behind him. "It concerns the mortal Sarah. Last night she was stolen from aboveground. By person or persons unknown."
"Yet you called us here for this. You have the right to sort out matters, like this in your own court." Eshyn said.
"And so I would have. If it was only that simple. You see she was nearly killed by a Barguest. Then later that night, another attempt was made on her life. A creature appeared at the Duir Ball. Both were killed."
Jareth looked round at the shock on the faces of the three rulers. "A Barguest" whispered Laeg "Who has the power to call one up. Ancient magic?"
Jareth nodded.
"Who killed them?" asked Donn
"A woman, a stranger. I know her not." Jareth said, "The creature almost seemed to fear her. All I want to know is who and why"
"Visions. We could call on the visions." Eshyn said. The others agreed.