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Secret of Kells © Cartoon Saloon
The Abbot and the monks never see them.
Most of the people of Kells don't see them, in fact.
The children do.
Always late, when huts are covered in mist and leak through every crack or space to spin their patterns like spider webs, when the fires are nothing more than embers, when they dare to peer through the cloth that is their substitute for doors.
Ghosts, they whisper to each other. Spirits lingering from the attack. What else could they be?
Not many. Never the adults. They walk through the mist like they're a part of it, alone.
One of them say that maybe it's just one spirit, one little girl, but he's quickly shot down. They leave quickly and abruptly as others appear across the village, or slipping up the side of the Tower, or standing on the Wall. That had to be more than one. And no girl, spirit or not (they scoff), would bother crawling along in the mud and through the sheep.
The children of Kells don't tell their parents—or whatever they have in left in place of parents. They look too sad all the time on their own, and telling them the truth—that their family comes to visit, but they can't seem to see them—would make them even more sad.
So they leave things out. Milk and honey, just a little bit when they get some together, nothing each individual adult would notice. Toys, sometimes broken and sometimes not.
The ghosts seem to like them. The milk and honey is always gone in the morning, and the toys sometimes vanish for days, but somehow they find their way back to where they'd been left before.
Once, a few act brave and try to catch one. They end up panicking and run and run and run back home crying, but the spirits don't follow and the adults don't do anything except hug them and reassure them that they're just nightmares and they're safe and alright, and even though they're scared they try to believe it.
They leave out a little more milk and honey and more the next night, and the next, and the one after that, but everything is left alone. Some are happy. Some are sad that they chased what might've been friends and family away.
But they all grow up and put it behind them
(and none of them ever suspect the truth.)