…once again he was in the place so verdant; it was as the other dream, but something was different. A reddish cast seemed overlaid on to whatever he saw. Once again he saw a group of elves clustered around the stone as before, but that had changed as well. In the background he could hear a discordant cacophony that perhaps was supposed to be music, but whatever it was grated upon his nerves. Now he was amongst the elves, but they acted as if he was not there….all but one. She was ethereally beautiful, with natural hair and eye color no human could hope to possess. Her expression was accusatory at the same time it was sad. What are you doing here? You have no right to be in this place. He looked at her but nothing he could think of saying would come to mind. As I told the other one, you are interlopers; you interfered where your interference was not welcome. She suddenly lost all manner of neutrality in her composure. As she glowed brighter, her face took on a sepulchral look. She pointed at him and cursed at him most foully in Eldritch speech. Now the others had noticed him as well; they were no less harsh in their excoriations. He finally managed to flee from them so as he did not drown in their rebuke, but there still remained the reddish pall over the area and the discordant undertone; the discordance had increased in volume….

….she remembered where she was, except the scenery was changed. The charnel-filled clan house stood undisturbed and silent. It seemed to her that the clan house was a living entity that was watching her. There was a discordant musical sound in the back of her mind; it was as if she could barely hear it. Suddenly she was facing an elf most ethereally beautiful. The elf's expression was hard to comprehend, but her words were not. What are you doing here? You had no right to interfere. This was not your time and you have no right to what you know of us. The other one was told as much. She had faced this one before in her fever dreams, so she had no problem responding to the accusation. She tried to kill me; I killed her instead, both physically and in my mind. She paid the price for attacking me. I have the right to see you and be here because I survived. The elf's expression became sepulchral as she snarled back in riposte. You are an Interloper! Your interference was not WELCOME. Do you hear the voices of those of us that you have offended by your transgression? They will never rest until this matter is decided. You had no right to interfere….as she spoke, the background noise began to increase…she drew her sword, but the elf had disappeared….she was once again alone on the vale where the clan house rested…but the cacophony was still there….she suddenly switched perspectives and was viewing a verdant area of someplace…she knew this was Temair….but there was a reddish color overlaying everything she saw…only by moving towards the taint would the voices she was hearing lessen…..I DO belong here, she shouted at no one in particular…then the scene was swept away….

Duncan was wide awake in what seemed like a moment's notice. For a fraction of a second, his senses felt hyper-alert; as fast as the feeling had overtaken him, it was gone, leaving him somewhat tired and assuredly not well rested. He checked his clock. It was 4:30 in the morning, but he did not feel like trying to get any more sleep. He shook his head and rubbed his temples for a moment, as if trying to shake something loose, but then gave up. He was only slightly surprised to see Amanda out in the kitchen as well.

"You also have a hard time sleeping?" Duncan got a bottle of water from their supply and drank it.

"Yeah, it was rather weird, but then again, I was there before in my dreams, at least part of it. I was at their clan house, but it was undisturbed and still."

"I was at Temair, and I had some elves cursing at me after they called me an interloper. Some white-haired female with purple eyes." Amanda looked taken aback for a moment. "She was the one who took offense at my being there before. She was also in my dream."

Duncan and Amanda quickly compared notes. "It seems we both kind of had the same dream. Amanda. I wonder what the significance of the red color is at Tara Hill. I have an idea, but there may be only one person who would know." Duncan rubbed his eyes for a second. "You hear those discordant voices?"

"Yes I do. She said they will not rest until the matter is settled." She ran over to hug Duncan. "I am so sorry that this happened. I never thought that this would occur from trying to find some simple answers."

Duncan smirked in a good-natured fashion. "I guess at times the simplest of questions can bring some complicated answers. I suppose we will have to figure out what to do after this is over, if it ever is." Duncan bowed his head for a second to think. "I don't think it is over. Remember he said there was a price to pay for our interference? No, this is not over."

Duncan tried to lie down and sleep some more, but every attempt he made to get some rest was jarred away by the discordant voices and some angry people who no longer existed in the present day. They made it seem that they still did, though.

He awoke well after the sun had risen. I usually do not sleep this late. Brother Timothy tried to rise from the bed but found his attempt barred by some things physical, some things not. Spread out across his chest and partially on his face was a sea of flame red hair. Said hair was connected to a woman. Some odd odors also assailed him, but not in an unpleasant way. Then like a flood, it all washed into his mind as to what happened.

You have violated your monastic oath. What oath? You so joyously like to say I am not a monk anyway. He gave up trying to reason with his inner voice; reaching any sort of compromise would be hypocritical anyway, at least regarding this matter. You made love to her. You know what she is, but why does she still live?

His train of thought abated temporarily due to Gwyneth waking and looking at him. Her eyes looked mostly sleepy, but the inner fire still burned within them. Few can boast of having that shade of green for their eyes. It was like looking at jade somehow imprinted upon ocular organs. He stared back at her without a word to say. I no longer have the desire to kill her. She is not one of them, though she shares their name. Death to ALL Ap Hwywds! Did you not yourself pass that judgment upon them? She is not one of them and will not ever become one of them. What will you do now? She is defenseless and she will be hunted down by watcher and immortal alike for different reasons! He gently moved her aside as he arose from the bed and stretched. He actually felt in relative fine spirits this morning. Once more, he stared at her but could find nothing to say. He took a shower to remove the night's exertions from his skin. He said nothing even when she joined him in the shower. Her expression was neutral when he could see into her eyes. She refused to or was too scared to make eye contact with him for some reason. After he had dried off, he dressed as quickly as he could. He was gazing intently at the debris and damage to his robe, so he initially did not see Gwyneth enter. He was only pulled away from the robe by her touch on his arm. She stepped back when he quickly turned his gaze to her.

"I don't know what to think and I don't know what to do."

She stared at the floor as she spoke, sounding lost and confused at the same time. Brother Timothy walked over to her and laid his right hand upon her shoulder. She momentarily flinched at his touch.

"Why is it that you will not look at me when you talk to me?"

She brought her gaze up to meet his. "You are drenched in slaughter and havoc; every time I look at you, I see more of the same to come. Am I right in thinking this is not the end? Am I right in knowing that you intend to slaughter them all?"

"They were the ones who defiled my home where I was accepted and happy. Part of the blame is also my own, for treating with them when I should not have done so. They were so many and I was but one."

Gwyneth was still looking at him with those green, green eyes. "Yet when they did not answer to your summons, you rived through their clan house, killing all in your way! For weeks I have essentially dreamed of nothing but the destruction you rained down upon them. How long have you and they waged this war?"

"It was over 5500 years ago that my world was sundered by what they did; what I in part let happen. This matter will not be settled until I settle with them."

"If you happen to survive that meeting, what then will you do?"

Brother Timothy shook his head ever so slightly as he turned away from her. "I have not thought that far into the future. The one who will come for me is at least as powerful as I am; they also felt that they were cheated of the crown that was given to me. The Lia Fail spoke; it cannot be denied, no matter the claim one makes to the throne. I never really asked for it to be thrust upon me; I was happy with being the clan chief of Clan Anon." He once again looked at her. "What will you do now? Eventually, what I said to Duncan and Amanda will get around somehow. Immortals will not tolerate one of their kind being fey."

"How do you know I am fertile?"

"Ap Hwywd's with red hair and green eyes are always fey as well as immortal. Gwynach was red haired and green eyed; she had just given birth as I attacked her. I saw it with my own eyes."

Gwyneth dressed and then brushed her hair. She sighed and looked Brother Timothy in the eyes yet again. "I have given unto you some of what you lost; I guess it remains to be seen if I made the right choice. Will the dreams cease once they are all dead, or will they be my personal hell to bear alone?"

"I don't really know anymore; it has been so long since I was tasked with King's Justice. Upon meeting whoever is left of Clan Hwywd, I have no exact idea what will happen. I may not return after joining battle with them; I have accepted that as a possible outcome. I suppose I will find out soon enough. As for you, there is a place where you will be safe for the time being; that is if you agree to it." Brother Timothy proceeded to speak of a rather interesting place of which he knew; it was not that far from the Monastery of Saint Timothy.