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Note: The next update will be Thursday morning before I leave for the Beach for a few days…I will be working on the outlines for the next few chapters while I'm relaxing at the beach. (yes I find writing stories relaxing)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Twilight or New Moon. If I did, then there would be a lot more blood, guts, swearing and gore!!!! YAY gore!!!!

-Thoughts, singing and Flashbacks are italics

- My comments during the story (( are in between here ))

- Bold at the beginning and end are Author Notes

A lot of this story is taken from Irish Mythology. The names of the characters are all Goddesses, Gods, Heroes and Heroines of the Celtic Mythology.

REFRESHER: I stared at Scotia in alarm.

"Me?"

Scotia nodded as she said, "If you had bore a child by the Vampire Edward, then the vampires would have become the dominant magickal race."

Millions of thoughts swirled in my mind as I tried to process what Scotia had said. The one coherence thought I had was, "Alice was wrong about my destiny."

Chapter Four: Agardor

Bella's Pov

It's been a month since I learned of my destiny. Everyday I trained and everyday I learned more and more about Agardor and how it came into existence. Within the first three week living in among the Death Dancers, one of my teachers told me that Lady Scotia was a descendent of our patron goddess Macha.

"Gurthiel! Wake up! Boudicca and Scathach will not be happy if you're late!" shouted Nora as she shook me awake.

I bolted up. Making a teacher mad meant you'd get your ass plowed into the ground. I pulled off my sleeping gown and threw on my tunic. I had grown close to all of my fellow novices and even most of her teachers, except for Scotia's daughter, Viviane. She knew I was a threat to her claim to Scotia's place as the Leader of the Death Dancers. Nora, Morgaine and Epona waited for me at the door flap and together we ran to the training area. We ran past the alter on which offering to our war goddesses were, and where we worshipped the turning of the wheel of the year eight times a year for the Sabbats. Past the front gates, where the heads of our fallen opponents where displayed. Arriving at the training area, Boudicca and Scathach were waiting for us. Boudicca had hair like fire and piecing hazel eyes, she was an attendant to Lady Scotia as well as the Captian of the Death Dancers. Scathach had black hair and amber eyes. Her only job was to teach the novice Death Dancers how to fight with weaponry and with our magick. We bowed to our teachers. Honor and Respect; Two things that were drilled into us, taught not to cry and to conceal pain. They threw weapons at us. Each novice catching a weapon and began sparing with Boudicca, Scathach and each other. I only joined the other novices in hand-to-hand combat a few weeks ago. From the time I arrived until recently, Scotia taught me how to control my powers so I wouldn't cause Agardor to burn. After a few hours of training, Boudicca and Scathach put the sparing to a haul and showed us what we were doing wrong and what we had to do to correct our mistakes. Taught that death in the battlefield is the greatest glory we could achieve in our lives. We were the ultimate warriors. Taught never to retreat, never to surrender.

After training, my fellow novices and I walked to the bath hut and washed the dirt, sweat and blood from our bodies. The village healer, Rhiannon, healed any wounds we had acquired during our training sessions.

"Gurthiel. Scotia would like for you to meet her in her hut after you finished bathing," Aine informed me, as I walked in the bathing hut. I nodded to her. After I was finished, I walked to Lady Scotia's hut.

She was waiting for me out front.

"Follow me Gurthiel," she said as she walked towards the hut where the Leader of the Death Demons lived. Goibhniu ((gwiv-new)) was a descendent of one of our patron goddesses, Badhabh. His hair was black as night and eyes emerald green. A green I had only seen when looking into the eyes of Viviane. ((Viviane is the daughter of Scotia and Goibhniu))

"My Lady! Welcome to my humble abode," Goibhniu greeted as he usher Scotia and me into his hut.

"This must be Rowan, I have heard much about you," Scotia said upon seeing a man my age with short dark brown hair and deep sky blue eyes. He gave a beautiful smile, one that could light up a room. "You mean that I'm a demon, yet I'm descended from Macha and Badhbh?" Rowan asked in a cocky manner. I rolled my eyes. "Cocky bastard," I thought angrily.

"Let's get down to business…." Goibhniu began. The meeting went through most of the evening and late into the night. As the evening wore on, I began to like Rowan less and less. Maybe it was because he was a cocky asshole. Or maybe it was because of how much Edward had hurt me all those weeks ago.

5 YEARS LATER:

Five years. It has been five years since I had arrived to Agardor. I was everything a Death Dancer should. I didn't cry. I didn't show pain and I proved that I could kill at will. I had full control of all my abilities ((I'm not gonna tell you what they are. It would ruin my fun of keeping you people guessing!!!)) Boudicca, Scathach and Aine taught me how to fight and I did not disappoint them. The only one of my teachers I couldn't defeat in mock combat was Boudicca, the best warrior in the whole history of the Death Dancers and Death Demons. ((Yes. Boudicca is better at fighting then the men..Sorry to all my male readers..If I have any . …do I?)) I was 23 years old. I had reached the age that a Death Dancer or Death Demon stopped aging physically unless she or he decided to.

"Gurthiel! Scotia and Goidhniu are going to take us with them to a battle. They want to see how we hold out in a real fight," Rowan called to me.

He was leaning into the doorway, peaking his head into the hut I shared with my fellow novices. I smiled at him. He smiled back. Oddly enough Rowan and I had gotten close in the past 5 years of our training. We reminded eachother that we weren't alone and to remind us of our humanity.

"Coming."

I grabbed my sword and daggers and followed Rowan out into the village. The Leader of the Death Dancers and the Leader of the Death Demons waited for us at the altar (( I just realized I've been spelling it wrong…damn I should stop rushing these things --))

AN:

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