Lord of the Dance Fanfic

The story of the Lord of the Dance

The story of the Celts

One of them stepped forward, probably the leader of this fearsome creatures, for on his chest was a strangely designed label, like those worn by the ancient Celtic druids. He came closer. How much he wanted, Aidan couldn't move an inch. His legs were, like his entire body, paralyzed by fear and without legs, no dancing. Without dancing, he was defenseless.

But to his surprise, the Priest didn't attack. Instead he began to speak:

"For centuries ago, in this country, in the New Christians began a search for everyone and everything that was considered to be against the Christian God. Gypsies, beggars, Medics: all of which considered sinful was arrested and killed. Worst hit was the Celts. New Christians feared those most of all, for they possessed the magic of the ancient Druids, witchcraft called by the Christian Irish.

The Celts were at that time, a united nation under two leaders, "The Lord and the Lady of the dance". The female stood for the light, the male for darkness. Together they created a balance of magic, for as long as the magic was in balance, the Celts were strong.

But a group of Celts were tired of the oppression of Christians. They were tired of hiding from them and their people's refusal to fight them. With the leadership of the one dancer in class with the Lord, they broke away and created a nation of their own. With dark forces in their possession and the hatred they possessed against the Christian culture, the Dark Celts quickly became feared by the Irish. Priests, monks and nuns were slaughtered mercilessly, and after them the general population. As the Christian once mercilessly had chased the Celts, Dark Celts chased them with the same blood thirst.

For the Christian joy the Lord of the Dance was a man of honor, although he, under the Christian culture was a heathen. He fought alone against the Dark Lord, and he was defeated, but at a great cost. The Lord of the Dance died from injuries he suffered from battle. The magic was now unbalanced and the Celtic people were vulnerable for an attack. But the Archdeacon, whose life was one of those the Lord had saved, was also a man of honor. Unlike from many of his predecessors, he wasn't blinded by Christianity. Despite his high position in the church, he didn't obey the Pope's orders. When they asked him why he said:" My eyes have been opened, and I pray to god that they must never be closed!"

The priests, both Celtic and Christian, concluded with the king, a peace agreement. The agreement has been existing for centuries since then, but dark times have now begun. The good old king is dying and his son, the crown prince, is convinced of the purity of Christianity. His actions against marginalized groups, as they call heretics, have already begun. Many innocent women and men have already been imprisoned. Gypsy and Celtic camps have already been stormed. It happened to your troup, young Aidan, and more it will be."

"W-Why do you tell this for me?" Aidan asked. The priest replied, without taking his eyes off the boy:

"Because you, young Aidan, is the next Lord of the Dance."