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Seamus was still in the house when he got invisible and then he snuck out on the streets into the night. Outside, he tried to get his bearings. The impressions which Morrigain gave him during their brief contact had been vague and blurry. A discussion with thoughts had never can be as clear as a verbal. He was able to see a cemetery and that this had to be in northern London. A cemetery .. what else. He smiled, this election was so typical for her. However, there were countless cemeteries here and so overcast the dark sky was, Seamus has only the choise to follow his own instincts. He knew it was Whitechapel in London's East. So he just start to walk to the direction, he tought this could be north.

Although it was the middle of the night, there were still a few people around. Here in Whitechapel offered women theire bodys to salen, and little girls who just began to getting female forms . And men came from all backgrounds. Everything smelled dirty and in the air hung the smell of alcohol and opium. Dante was right about the depravity of man.
However, this doesn´t justified all that things Dante has done and planned.

Seamus cursing softly, he was angry that he couldn´t take his birdform , a Northern Cardinal. That would have made much easier. But the tiny bird's body wasn´t strong enough to carry Ravenwing. And even if ,it had still looked very opinionated. Another point was, that the shapeshifting needed much energy that he hadn´t now. The last days has take to much power. Even now, he felt his reserves melt away like ice in the sun. Surely it wouldn´t last long until he couldn´t held up the invisibility spell . Seamus hoped that he reached this cemetery before he lost his protection.
So, Seamus simply wandered through the streets.

One hour passed and actually he has to reached the better parts of London , but Seamus recocnized that he still know the area around him. Hadn´t he passed this pub before?

"Shit," he swore when he realized that he was running in circles. Lost. The last thing that have happened to him now.
S uddenly Seamus get dizzy, he stumble . He get himselves into a narrow alley between two houses just a few seconds before he lost control of the invisibility.

"fucking shit!" Seamus angrily slammed his fist against the wall.
He felt so exhausted and so tired. Light began dancing befor his eyes. Seamus was sure that in this condition he doesn´t even been able to take contact to Morrigain
And now?

Whether out or in the sword , there wasn´t to think about sleep, but he needed some rest.
His inner warning calls him rest not to rest, to dangerous.
With a heavy sigh, Seamus sank down to the floor and leaned his head against the cool stone of the wall.
Just a little sit, don´t felll asleep... a few minutes my eyes to rest and ... don´t fell asleep... don´t...

Ravenwing slipped from his hands and landed with a clanking besides him on the ground. But Seamus didn´t noticed this anymore.

His dreams were confused and heavy. He saw himself, tied on a large stone, naked and helpless. Dante stood with crazed look about him. On his shoulders huge moth wings. Dante's arms were raised high and he holding a glowing dagger ... no , Ravenwing , ready to strike.
The flashing blade raced down. The pain was terrible, so real. Helplessly he have to watch. His blood pouring down leaving his body. Dante laughed and opend Seamus. Then he began to tear his guts out.
Then suddenly Dante had a bunch of dried plants in his hand. Bound together with jet-black hair . In his other hand he held a large black bird, a dead crow ...
Seamus screamed out loud ...

"Awake ..." came a muffled voice in his mind and led him slowly back to reality.
"Wake up!" Seamus felt a hand on his shoulder and it shook him.
Seamus opened his eyes, but it took a while before he realized the wrinkled face in front of him. It was Vygr, the Dwellinger who had gotten him the herbs from the Troll Market. "You´d screamed like a banshee. If I didn´t wake ya up, who knows who would have become aware of you. Hadda bad dream, eh? "
Seamus nodded " You can call it so!"

He sat up a little tedious. He was wet with sweat and was freezing. The dream had not quite let go of him. Then he felt Vygr him throwing a blanket or something similar around him. Delicious warmth.
He pulled the textile tightly around himself.

"You found a nice place to sleep , kid!" Vygr laughed hoarsely.

Seamus looked up.
"So far from a palace with soft feather bed, it´s the best choise. Sit down, I like to share" a faint grin stretched across his face.

Vygr snorted "I like you kid. Even now, with the face in the dirt, you have humor! "
"The peculiarity of the Leprechaun" Seamus tried to get up, stumbled and fell back to the ground powerless. "Nana, not so fast," said Vygr and pulled something out of his pocket that had considerable resemblance to a horse apple. However, it smelled more. Seamus could not defend against Vygr ,who stuffed the "horse apple" in his mouth. "This will help you" It tasted disgusting and Seamus took some effort not to vomit . But the stuff showed an effect. Seamus strengt slowly returned .

Vygr watched him amused and said with a broad grin, "It tastes worse than sewer smells, eh?" Seamus nodded. "But it seems to help, thank you Vygr"
"No need for thanx , kid. Will not hold long ! One more reason why we should make ourselves now on the way. "Vygr moved slowly toward the road. Seamus looked at him quizzically. "Come on, come on and stop starring me so a nice lady waiting for you and it is not proper to let a fine lady wait "
Seamus stood. "You know Mo ... um, Lady Morrigain?" He was confused.

"Sure" answered the dwellinger "I'm living in the pension where she get´s a room. I immediately realized that she is one of the Thuatha de Dannan. She told me what had brought her to London and I've then suggested her to help with the search. You wouldn´t believe how happy she was, as I have you discovered in this dirty pub. She has also provided me to help you with the troll market, I normaly never get there. Well and today. She probably guessed that you wouldn´t only find the cemetery alone ...hehehe. "He laughed.
Seamus felt somehow offended.

"Come now," Vygr had come back to him and pulled him by the arm. "We still have a long way to go."

For a while the two walked side by side without saying a word. Vygr had explained that Seamus better not use the invisibility for the est of the way because it would use up his power's probably to fast.
Seamus was deep in thoughts, when Vygr suddenly started to talk.
"Indeed, you´re quite tall for a leprechaun. They're normally not much bigger than Dwellinger,eh . Bringing it to the max of 1.20 m. "

Seamus gave an annoyed and short look to the little guy. " You're really not the first person who notice that. My father was the fomore Ilmaris. "
Vygr blurted an admiring whistle. "Hui, a Fomor so and, moreover, a sweet prince."
"Half-fomore, but I would prefer if we did not talk about it." Seamus corrected him.

"What's wrong? Think you´rea pretty handsome guy. And goodlooking,too No wonder that the lady wants to have you back. "Vygr poked him in the side and laughed. A short time there was silence, then the Dwellinger began to talk again.

"Fomore arn´t as bad as people say. I once hadda woman from the kind ... indeed she was so ugly that even the flowers withered in her presence, but she was a real good number in bed, I tell ya boy. My little friend here has scoured quite sore "Vygr guffawed. Seamus frowned, but then voted into the laughter. For a long time he was unencumbered, free and joyful again. Vygr would never know how grateful he was for that.

They been traveling 2 more hours together. Vygr began to tell about his experiences, pranks that he played, from people he had met and Seamus immersed himself and shared some of his memories with the dwellinger.

Then, finally, they had achieved their goal. Darkness surroinded the cemetery wall in front of them but when Seamus tried to go to the big gate that was only a few steps away,Vygr stopped him. "Not thus, kid!" he took him on his arm, pulling him. A few minutes later they had reached the corner of the wall. On the long side there was a large, completely overgrown garden. Vygr disappeared into the bushes and after Seamus heard his call, he followed. After a few steps he had caught up to Vygr. Finally, trees and underbrush thinned to a clearing. There, overgrown with ivy and bushes stood a small pavilion. "Wait a moment," Vygr leaves him behind and disappeared into the pavilion, but came back almost immediately. He held back the ivy and Seamus took that welcoming gesture to step in .

Seamus had to bow down not to stay stuck in the green stuff, and when he looked up again ,she was there.
She was sitting on a small stone bench, her dress had that modern victorian style but in that dark colors she every prefered.
She looked so different in that court. But it was her.
Seamus felt the tears in his eyes.
"Seamus" Her voice sounded in his head.

Morrigain has stood up at the moment he had entered. For a moment they simply looked at eachother, then Seamus made a quick step toward her. He took her hands and kissed the delicate, bright skin , kissed her forehead, her lips. Then he dropped to his knees and pulled her small body so close to him as if he never let her go again. He was crying uncontrollably now and hid his face against her belly, trying to hide his feelings. Morrigain let him. Seamus felt how she put her hands on his head and gently stroke through his hair.

"Seamus" repeated Morrigain when he had calmed down a bit. A bit embarrassed, he wiped his hand over his eyes. He was up again and they sat down together on the bench. She looked at him with a smile. "You look a mess," Seamus laughed. "But I feel quite wonderful."