Full chapter title: We Prayed The Prayer With No Reply.

Domhnall Ó hEachthighearna, from one of the last few Irish noble houses, and a very weak claim to the royal thrones of Europe, but a claimant nonetheless. The year was 1603, and her majesty Queen Elizabeth I's health was fading. Everyone knew who was next on the throne of England, for he was already on the throne of Scotland. In Domhnall's part of Ireland, in County Meath, there were still quite a few Druids. One day, as Domhnall was riding through the woods, he came across a cave, with a high enough ceiling that he could ride his horse into the cave.

Close to what he thought was the other end of the cave, he saw a light, and as he got closer to it, the light got brighter.

"Easy, Conall. We are almost out of this cave."

Once Domhnall was out of the cave, he was in a land that did not look familiar to him, but he was pretty sure he was still in Ireland. After all, where else would he be? He stepped off of his horse and looked around him. He could hear a humming, and he decided to follow the tune. When he came to where the humming was, he found a young woman with long red hair swimming naked in a pond. Just as he was about to talk to her, he heard horses and the voices of men, and her humming stopped.

"Where is she?!"

"She's around here somewhere!"

"That vile temptress will meet her end today!"

They were after the woman in the pond.

"You there, man! What is your name?!"

"Lord Domhnall of Meath!"

"Meath? I've never heard of Meath."

"Have you seen a red-haired whore around here?!"

"No, I have not. I don't even know where here is. Nothing around here looks familiar to me."

"He's obviously delirious, Duncan. He can't help us find the witch."

"What witch?"

"You really aren't from around here. You are in a land that has only been created but not named, and the wench we are looking for killed my son, after claiming he raped her. If he did rape her, it's only because she asked for it!"

"You are the only people here that I have seen so far, but I will keep my eyes open."

The men rode off, not even bothering to look into the pond where the woman was swimming.

"Excuse me?"

The woman looked at Domhnall with fear in her eyes, and also a hint of destruction.

"It's alright, my lady. I'm not going to hurt you. The men that were looking for you, I sent them away."

"The one called Duncan, I killed his son."

"That's what they told me."

"I killed him after he violated me, and I ran as far as I could go. I came here to wash the stains of being violated off of me."

"Well, I'm sure the stains have been washed off. You can come out of the water now."

He turned around so he would not see her naked form, and she grabbed her towel and put her dress back on.

"You can turn around now, sir. Would you mind telling me your name?"

"My name is Domhnall Ó hEachthighearna. Would you mind telling me your name, my lady?"

"I will tell you my name when I am ready, good sir."

"If you say so. But would you mind telling me where I am? Those men said I am in a land that has not been named yet."

"They are correct."

"The land I come from is called Ireland, and this land looks all too similar to it, but at the same time, unfamiliar."

"Come with me, Domhnall. You must be hungry."

"Though I have noticed several of the same species of tree."

Domhnall led his horse and followed behind the woman, all the while still interested in his surroundings.

"How did you come into this world, Domhnall?"

"I came here through a cave that led me into a forest."

"Can you get back to your world?"

"That I cannot attest to, my lady."

She led him to another wooded grove, where there was a cottage built into a small hill.

"You can let your horse roam free. He won't go far. I promise you that."

"Do you live here by yourself?"

"Yes. I am fully capable of living by myself. I can fish, I can hunt, I can set traps, I can chop wood."

"I Have no doubt that you can. So, why doesn't this land have a name yet?"

"We can save that talk for later. Sit down and rest."

"Thank you."

The woman stepped behind a curtain into her sleeping room to change dresses and to take her hair out of her braid. The curtain was black, but transparent. Domhnall could see right through it. He closed his eyes.

"Where do you plan to go from here?"

"I don't know where here is, so I don't know where to go. I would like to get back to my country. I am needed there."

"How are you needed there?"

"I am the lord of a county. I have an estate that needs looked after, and I am the only one that can take care of things right there."

The woman knew why Domhnall was brought to her world.

"And what would you say if I told you you were brought here to my world for a reason?"

Domhnall stood up, surprised at her words.

"And what reason would that be, my lady?"

She walked up to Domhnall, and kissed him. He kissed back. She sat him back down in the chair and grabbed his right hand and placed it on her breast. She moved to unbuckle his belt and unlace his trousers. He didn't stop her. She pulled his pants and underclothes down, then rolled up the skirt of her dress, and seated herself upon his manly throne. He gasped as she seated herself on him fully.

"This is the reason."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"This is my way to keep you, Domhnall. The gods told me you were coming. They told me your name. They showed me what you look like, and where you would be coming from."

She rolled her hips to get him going, and he unintentionally let out a moan.

"That's it, Domhnall. That's it, m'fhear céile, mo grá. Let me hear what I am doing to you. Let me hear how I'm making you feel."

She didn't think that he spilled inside her too soon, for she knew it was his first time with a woman. She stayed seated upon him and let seed flood her womb.

"Who are you to be doing this to me?"

"I am now your wife. I am the Morrígan. I am Macha. I am Bedb. I am Rhiannon. I am the Triple Goddess, and you are now my husband."