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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 22, 2011 22:09:54 GMT -5
In the middle of the rainy afternoon, a girl approached the pathway to the other side. It was an underground fort, not many farmers went into the forts these days, cations after hearing how some had been trapped and had not been able to escape. To some, these were not as they appear. They were a way to the other side, where neither sickness nor death made an appearance to put a damper on the endless sunshine, craic, and merrymaking. The girl entered the small underground room. The cobblestone Walls appeared to be solid as any rock normally is. But, if you are one who knows the secrets that lay beyond the walls, you know this is no ordinary fort, found on many an Irish farm. She put her hand through the wall, and it disappeared to the other side. The time skin bent around her hand, a perfect seal. The thin, yet ancient and strong flexible fivers that separate our world from that of the faeries. It was like stepping out through nothing. She stepped through to the other side, seemingly appearing in the same room she had originally began in. Crawling out of the hole, out of the blackness, she was temporarily blinded by the bright sunlight that always seemed to hide behind the clouds on her side of the time skin. T was a familiar feeling; soon as she'd crossed over, it was like going home after a long journey. A welcome, warm, pleasant feeling. <<<<<<<< so, keep going with this or no? Any questions, feel free to ask.
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Loppiainen
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A black sheep amongst the white. A boy amongst the girls.
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Post by Loppiainen on Nov 22, 2011 23:02:14 GMT -5
Ooh. This is fantastic! I am intrigued. Do continue when you can! : )
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 22, 2011 23:05:16 GMT -5
I really like it! As Lopp said, I'm am intrigued lol update!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 22, 2011 23:05:37 GMT -5
By the way, I am impressed with the amount of stories that you can keep going!
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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 23, 2011 2:05:11 GMT -5
Of course it felt like home to Ailieen, she was a changeling, after all. Once thought to be the fabric of myths and old Celtic legends, the cuckoo faerie's children still exist. The parents of changelings send them over to the real world, so they can grow up, and come back to T'ir na n'Og when they are ready. Usually, they were left on doorsteps of mortals, and pitied; so then brought up as the mortal's own flesh and blood.
But Ailieen was different. Ailieen McCulley's mortal adoptive family knew she was a faerie child even before they had ever laid eyes on her. Her real father, Aengus Og, the Celtic god of youth had struck a deal with one of his mortal friends, Thomas Dalton. Thomas and his wife, Kaelana had agreed to raise Ailieen as their own, on one condition. The condition was that they would still be allowed back into T'ir na n'Og, and their whole finding the once mythical land had been by complete accident.
Thomas had fallen down the hole into the fort, and stumbling in the dark, desperate to get out of the blackness. Instead of finding himself at home in his back grazing field, he found himself in the land he had heard of so many times in his childhood bedtime stories; T'ir na n'Og, the land of eternal youth and beauty.
Thomas had met Aengus there, and the pair became fast friends. Years later, when Aengus had asked them to raise Ailieen for him, the mortal had thought nothing of it, and agreed.
Despite the enchantment that shrouded the mystical land in a fog of truth and speculation, there was a downside to the land where you never grow old or fall ill. Time passes much quicker on our side of the skin, you could be in T'ir na n'Og for a day, but cross back over to find that years have passed in the real world.
Always must a person be careful when crossing over, since the danger lies in the leisure; no time in T'ir na n'Og means you never really can tell how much time has passed in reality. That is why, despite the temptation to loll about and relax, you must never get too wrapped up in the spectacle of it all that you forget you're not in the real world, but a hidden almost parallel to the real-life Ireland.
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Post by laurenne on Nov 23, 2011 18:37:52 GMT -5
It's good so far. More soon, please.
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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 23, 2011 18:57:01 GMT -5
Ailieen was soaked from head to toe before, no thanks to Ireland's personal raincloud. Quickly she was dry again, thanks to the always warm and bright clime that the land had to offer. As she walked along, soon she came upon a lad she knew very well. It was Daniel, the young lad she had been like an older sister to. He was also a changeling himself, and he had been less fortunate than she.
Daniel's mortal parents had not known what to do with the mysterious boy, and so they brought him to the Dalton's their closest neighbors. Of course the Dalton's knew of T'ir na n'Og, and as soon as they saw Daniel there was no mistaking him for a faerie child. They took him in, and by the time he joined their family of sorts, Ailieen was already almost ten years old. For years, she had been his older sister, told him where they came from, and it was she who had taken him home for the very first time last year.
Now, Daniel was thirteen, and Ailieen was just turned eighteen. She hadn't seen the boy for months, he had decided he liked the magical world better than reality. She couldn't place blame on him for that. Herself, she had occasionally dropped in to T'ir na n'Og to check on him, make sure he wasn't messing with the pukas, or annoying Aengus.
'Daniel! You're so grown up now!' she exclaimed, giving him a sisterly hug.
'Silly, you know there's no time here.'
'I know. Have you seen Aengus lately?' she questioned.
'No, he's on the other side. Least that's what I've been told by folk.'
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< a puka is a creature with a goat's body, it can change shape, they are known in Irish legend as meddlers and troublmakers, they love to mess with people's affairs. They can talk, people can understand them and talk back.
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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 23, 2011 23:06:52 GMT -5
'I bet he's making mischief Ireland over, all the way to the Channel Islands!' said Ailieen.
Daniel just shrugged, as if to say he wouldn't put it past Aengus.
'Come on, there's something I want to show you.' Daniel pulled on her sleeve, leading her to whatever it was he wanted to show to her.
'Okay, what might this be, Danny boy? Not another puka, I hope!'
'No, I learned my lesson with the puka.' Daniel made a face, remembering his run-in with the creature.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 23, 2011 23:09:51 GMT -5
Haha this is seriously good! what's gonna happen? (; update!
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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 23, 2011 23:18:34 GMT -5
I got the idea for this from stories I was told about T'ir na n'Og as a kid. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Daniel had lead them both to the village of Kerry, or at least this world's version of Kerry. This Kerry had four buildings, a pub, naturally, an inn of sorts, a chemist, and a gardai station. The station had no guards. T'ir na n'Og is sparsely populated. 'Okay, it's Kerry.. No offence, but what is so great about Kerry?' asked the girl, mildley annoyed she'd been taken to see something so ordinary. But, knowing Daniel like she did, there must be something special about this place. The special thing was a ceili going on with many famous Irish musicians who were long past in the real world who came over before they expired in the real Ireland. Now they could play till forever, time never ticking away the hours till the crowd had to disperse, or the uplifting, light-hearted music stop.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 23, 2011 23:25:01 GMT -5
MUSIC?! I wanna go!!!
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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 23, 2011 23:26:52 GMT -5
Lol okay I have officially invited you to T'ir na n'Og! Failte na T'ir na n'Og!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Nov 23, 2011 23:27:16 GMT -5
SWEET! I will come as soon as I have the funds to pay for a ticket haha
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Post by CelticCailín on Nov 23, 2011 23:33:27 GMT -5
T'ir na n'Og saor in aisce, cad ma me a sheoladh puka a thabhairt leat saor in aisce? Trnaslation: T'ir na n'Og is free, what if I send a puka to bring you for free? but careful, they bite sometimes... Hahaa
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Post by celticbear on Nov 23, 2011 23:36:57 GMT -5
Deidre! This story appeals to your Auntie CB's wimsicial side! I love the old Celtic Myths and legends! I do believe this is going to be my favorite story of yours!
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