Part 1
So, at last, Temra was defeated. Kells celebrated for four days and four nights with food, drinks, dances and so much more. Some of the former Temra soldiers joined Kells, while some joined Torc on his run FROM Kells. Although the Mystic Knights had no need to defeat the monsterous creatures Queen Maeve used to send to destroy them, they still hung out.
Things were much more different than they thought it would be, and as the days went by, Rohan seemed to drift away from the others quietly. His mind seemed to be in a different world most of the time and he often spent his days alone.
Finally, one day, the other four followed him and he told them of why he was acting the way he was.
"I can't stand it," he said. "What am I supposed to do, now that Maeve is gone?"
"You can continue with your druid training," Deirdre suggested.
"What's the use?" he replied. "Maeve is my mother, and I know it was the right thing to do to take her off this island, and I know that she's gone and that's that, but I need to know more about my past. I want to find out who my father is."
"That's going to be a pretty tough task," Angus said. "You can't just go around the entire island looking for one man to be your father."
"It's ridiculous," Deirdre said.
"It's impossible," said Ivar. "You'd best stay here."
"Yeah, well what if I don't want to stay here?" Rohan's words pierced through his friends like knives. They stared at him in surprise at his come-back.
Finally, they left him alone and didn't see him until the next morning. To their surprise his hair was messed up and dirty and his face was smudged and his clothes looked like he had slept in them. The others asked what had happened to him. He replied, "I spent the night out in the woods, thinking. And then I saw . . . I had a vision."
"Of what?" they asked eagerly.
"It---it made no sense." Rohan shook his head.
"Welcome to druidism." Cathbad had just walked into the room. "I have visions all the time that don't make sense. Go on and describe this vision of yours."
"Well," Rohan took his time to sit down, "it was all colors. No words."
"That's odd," Deirdre said.
Cathbad said, "I have heard of such visions. They are a way of speaking for type of dragon called wyrms. They give each other mental Sendings with colors as emotions and pictures to explain things."
"How can they speak without words?" Garrett asked.
"Some wyrms use words, depending on if their master taught them to."
"But why would I get a vision from a dragon?" Rohan asked.
"Maybe he's a relative of Pyre," Angus remarked. Ivar elbowed him in the ribs.
"I don't think so," Cathbad said. "Rohan, tell me the type of colors there were in your vision."
Rohan thought. "First there was a bright light, but then it got dimmer, and then I saw a rushing creek, but . . . then . . . the creek turned blood-red. Then I started to feel cold . . . like in a cave . . ."
"Is that all?" asked Ivar.
"Yes."
"Well . . ." Cathbad sat down, a distance away from Rohan. "This is a very serious matter. Are you sure you FELT like you were in a cave and didn't just THINK it?"
"I'm sure," said Rohan.
"This is very strange indeed." Cathbad was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "Let's wait until tomorrow and see if you have any more of these visions."
Everyone agreed it was a wise choice and waited till the next day. Rohan claimed he had no more visions, but Garrett said he did.
"I saw a pair of eyes," he explained. "Brown eyes. But then they closed and disappeared. Then I saw a view of a wooded area, which disappeared, too. But then . . ." his eyes got wide as he told the others the next part of his vision. "I saw a scene with me, from when I was getting my mystic weapon. It was the part where I was surrounded by those spirits and was about to call for help."
"Garrett has a vision about himself," Angus said under his breath. "Why am I not surprised?"
"This is no time for jokes, Angus," Deirdre snapped.
"You have to admit," said Ivar, "it WAS funny." Deirdre raised her fist and he backed off.
"I wonder what could be causing these visions," Rohan thought out loud.
"I'm sure we will find out soon." Cathbad nodded his head.
"How can you be so sure?" Rohan asked.
"Did I teach you nothing with all those years of training?"
Rohan gave a puzzled look.
Cathbad rolled his eyes and explained. "A wyrm can only be a certain distance away to be able to send to a certain person, much like yourself. This must mean another dragon is in the area! You must go and find it, now."
The five Mystic Knights left the castle to go search for the dragon. They found nothing, but it left them tired enough to have a good night's sleep . . . except for one Mystic Knight, who tossed and turned all night.
"I had a vision!"
The other four friends looked up quickly.
"Welcome to the club." Rohan patted Ivar on the back. "Now, let's go tell Cathbad about it."
"It seemed as if I was falling," Ivar explained in Cathbad's chamber. "Falling towards the grass, but then the image disappeared in a flash of black." Everyone was silent. He shook his head. "It makes no sense. We found no dragon."
"Or anything else unusual," Deirdre added. "Cathbad, what is going on?"
Cathbad held up his hands innocently. "Don't ask me."
"Then who could be sending these weird visions?" Angus asked.
"Wait a second," Ivar put his hand to his head. "I'm getting something."
"It's the Mark of Destiny," Rohan said.
"And now it's the sword of Temra." said Garrett.
"And the sword of Kells combined," Ivar said.
Everyone looked at each other in amazement, thinking the same thing.
"Could it be?" Deirdre wondered.
"It can't be," Rohan said. "Maeve is gone."
"Not entirely," Cathbad pointed out. "Even though she was banished she is still alive. There is a great possibility it could be her."
"Well," Angus said, "either that's it or this dragon knows too much."
"Well, how can we find Maeve?" asked Deirdre. "We certainly couldn't have missed her when we were searching for a dragon . . . could we?"
"You never know," said Garrett. "Maeve has tricked us many times before."
"But each time we caught her," Rohan said. "I know we'll find her soon."
"Wait." Cathbad put his hands to his head. "I feel a great disturbance in the kingdom of Kells."
They all heard footsteps of soldiers and went down to the throne room to see what was going on. Rohan, who was in the lead, stopped in the middle of the doorway when he saw five guards surrounding the prisoner---his mother, Maeve.
So, at last, Temra was defeated. Kells celebrated for four days and four nights with food, drinks, dances and so much more. Some of the former Temra soldiers joined Kells, while some joined Torc on his run FROM Kells. Although the Mystic Knights had no need to defeat the monsterous creatures Queen Maeve used to send to destroy them, they still hung out.
Things were much more different than they thought it would be, and as the days went by, Rohan seemed to drift away from the others quietly. His mind seemed to be in a different world most of the time and he often spent his days alone.
Finally, one day, the other four followed him and he told them of why he was acting the way he was.
"I can't stand it," he said. "What am I supposed to do, now that Maeve is gone?"
"You can continue with your druid training," Deirdre suggested.
"What's the use?" he replied. "Maeve is my mother, and I know it was the right thing to do to take her off this island, and I know that she's gone and that's that, but I need to know more about my past. I want to find out who my father is."
"That's going to be a pretty tough task," Angus said. "You can't just go around the entire island looking for one man to be your father."
"It's ridiculous," Deirdre said.
"It's impossible," said Ivar. "You'd best stay here."
"Yeah, well what if I don't want to stay here?" Rohan's words pierced through his friends like knives. They stared at him in surprise at his come-back.
Finally, they left him alone and didn't see him until the next morning. To their surprise his hair was messed up and dirty and his face was smudged and his clothes looked like he had slept in them. The others asked what had happened to him. He replied, "I spent the night out in the woods, thinking. And then I saw . . . I had a vision."
"Of what?" they asked eagerly.
"It---it made no sense." Rohan shook his head.
"Welcome to druidism." Cathbad had just walked into the room. "I have visions all the time that don't make sense. Go on and describe this vision of yours."
"Well," Rohan took his time to sit down, "it was all colors. No words."
"That's odd," Deirdre said.
Cathbad said, "I have heard of such visions. They are a way of speaking for type of dragon called wyrms. They give each other mental Sendings with colors as emotions and pictures to explain things."
"How can they speak without words?" Garrett asked.
"Some wyrms use words, depending on if their master taught them to."
"But why would I get a vision from a dragon?" Rohan asked.
"Maybe he's a relative of Pyre," Angus remarked. Ivar elbowed him in the ribs.
"I don't think so," Cathbad said. "Rohan, tell me the type of colors there were in your vision."
Rohan thought. "First there was a bright light, but then it got dimmer, and then I saw a rushing creek, but . . . then . . . the creek turned blood-red. Then I started to feel cold . . . like in a cave . . ."
"Is that all?" asked Ivar.
"Yes."
"Well . . ." Cathbad sat down, a distance away from Rohan. "This is a very serious matter. Are you sure you FELT like you were in a cave and didn't just THINK it?"
"I'm sure," said Rohan.
"This is very strange indeed." Cathbad was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "Let's wait until tomorrow and see if you have any more of these visions."
Everyone agreed it was a wise choice and waited till the next day. Rohan claimed he had no more visions, but Garrett said he did.
"I saw a pair of eyes," he explained. "Brown eyes. But then they closed and disappeared. Then I saw a view of a wooded area, which disappeared, too. But then . . ." his eyes got wide as he told the others the next part of his vision. "I saw a scene with me, from when I was getting my mystic weapon. It was the part where I was surrounded by those spirits and was about to call for help."
"Garrett has a vision about himself," Angus said under his breath. "Why am I not surprised?"
"This is no time for jokes, Angus," Deirdre snapped.
"You have to admit," said Ivar, "it WAS funny." Deirdre raised her fist and he backed off.
"I wonder what could be causing these visions," Rohan thought out loud.
"I'm sure we will find out soon." Cathbad nodded his head.
"How can you be so sure?" Rohan asked.
"Did I teach you nothing with all those years of training?"
Rohan gave a puzzled look.
Cathbad rolled his eyes and explained. "A wyrm can only be a certain distance away to be able to send to a certain person, much like yourself. This must mean another dragon is in the area! You must go and find it, now."
The five Mystic Knights left the castle to go search for the dragon. They found nothing, but it left them tired enough to have a good night's sleep . . . except for one Mystic Knight, who tossed and turned all night.
"I had a vision!"
The other four friends looked up quickly.
"Welcome to the club." Rohan patted Ivar on the back. "Now, let's go tell Cathbad about it."
"It seemed as if I was falling," Ivar explained in Cathbad's chamber. "Falling towards the grass, but then the image disappeared in a flash of black." Everyone was silent. He shook his head. "It makes no sense. We found no dragon."
"Or anything else unusual," Deirdre added. "Cathbad, what is going on?"
Cathbad held up his hands innocently. "Don't ask me."
"Then who could be sending these weird visions?" Angus asked.
"Wait a second," Ivar put his hand to his head. "I'm getting something."
"It's the Mark of Destiny," Rohan said.
"And now it's the sword of Temra." said Garrett.
"And the sword of Kells combined," Ivar said.
Everyone looked at each other in amazement, thinking the same thing.
"Could it be?" Deirdre wondered.
"It can't be," Rohan said. "Maeve is gone."
"Not entirely," Cathbad pointed out. "Even though she was banished she is still alive. There is a great possibility it could be her."
"Well," Angus said, "either that's it or this dragon knows too much."
"Well, how can we find Maeve?" asked Deirdre. "We certainly couldn't have missed her when we were searching for a dragon . . . could we?"
"You never know," said Garrett. "Maeve has tricked us many times before."
"But each time we caught her," Rohan said. "I know we'll find her soon."
"Wait." Cathbad put his hands to his head. "I feel a great disturbance in the kingdom of Kells."
They all heard footsteps of soldiers and went down to the throne room to see what was going on. Rohan, who was in the lead, stopped in the middle of the doorway when he saw five guards surrounding the prisoner---his mother, Maeve.
