Legacies of light

A man walks down and beside him is a beautiful woman, and three more adults behind them.

“His eternal partner Aimee Fuinseog, The great hunter Ronald Fuinseog, The Soar speed Cillian Fuinseog, and The shining existence Aisling Fuinseog.”

Ronald who is usually dressed in scary armour is in common clothes and looks quite nice, though his sour and aggressive personality is very visible. In comparison to this Cillian is a handsome young man with next to no scars, and a rather cocky attitude, his gaze reminds me of the rest of the scum from the boys' troop.

Aisling is gorgeous but carries a look of utter disinterest in everything around her. I would say many here carry themselves in a way to excludes class, but her mere existence shows it. I think if she was to fart it would still seem classy.

But the two most eye-catching are Donald Fuinseog, who for lack of a better term seems extremely odd. He has a jolly demeanour and doesn’t carry the same presence as anyone else.

His wife is exactly the opposite, I wouldn’t say she is eye-catching but the presence she gives off is one of domination. I feel like I would suffocate just being near her.

Sighing, I say, “Good thing I don’t have to talk to them.”

The five of them with no break in their movement start moving towards us the moment they drop down from the staircase, with the exception of Ronald who goes elsewhere.

Sétanta then runs forward and says, “Donald how are you doing you old fart!”

With a happy smile, Donald says, “Better than you rampaging wolf.”

They both go and give each other a hug, but then Aimee pulls Donald back and says, “Please carry yourself in an appropriate manner, neither of our fathers would be happy seeing this display.”

Setanta says, “You’re still as grumpy as ever, too bad makeup can’t cover that.”

Aimee looks slightly angry, but then Donald gives her a peck on the cheek which softens her, and she says, “Don’t waste time with him for too long.”

She signals Cillian and Aisling to walk with her, and as they move Aisling waves at Ibar, who looks flushed, so I step on his foot and say, “Don’t fall for her, you're still my little baby.”

He steps on my foot back and says, “Gross.”

We both continue to stand on each other’s feet until Ferdiad coughs.

Both Aimee, Cillian, and Aisling move away and go to talk to others, and Setanta says, “You got any for me today.”

“I never come without it.”

From one of his selves, Donald pulls out a little piece of the sweat food that we ate before and gives it to Setanta who devours it and says, “You’re still the best Donald. Danu made you a rat beastkin to cap your awesomeness but it didn’t work.”

Donald looks like he is about to tear up and rub Setanta’s head, so I turn to Ferdiad and say, “What is that about?”

“Setanta was a rampaging child as you know, and not many people were able to deal with him. Donald was one of the few exceptions to this, for some reason he happens to be good with dealing with odd children.”

“I see.”

Setanta gestures up to come up to them and as we do, he says, “This is Laeg, and Ibar, children of Fergal.”

We both give him a greeting and are lifted up due to him behind our superior, then he says, “It is quite nice to meet all of you, I heard some young warriors have recently joined Setanta and I was rather surprised. I thought Setanta and Ferdiad's existence was already strange but Danu seems to be sending this blessing down unendingly.”

Ferdiad says, “Maybe it is an omen for things to come.”

These words spook us a little bit, so Ferdiad says, “I am just joking.”

Ibar says, “Jokes like that aren’t funny, I would prefer not to think that what we just faced was easy.”

Setanta says, “All battles will be easy from now on because I happen to be the supreme talent in this world. Not even my father had the same accomplishments at this age.”

Donald says, “There are people who are born blessed, even though many don’t know it.”

Setanta says, “Do you have any examples.”

A bit shaken, Donald replies, “Not really, I guess I was just trying to sound smart.”

“Donald, don’t embarrass yourself.”

Turning my head I see that Ronald is walking up towards us. Donald with a rather sharp voice says, “I can handle myself fine, please go instruct someone who you outrank instead of telling me how to act.”

His words cause the already bitter Ronald to have a far more heavy aura than before.

Φ To my knowledge at one point, Ronald was going to be the next family head a couple of years ago, but around the time of my birth, it became Donald, the first son who had next to no achievements to his name.

Many don’t have theories, but none of them would ever speak them out loud, since they don’t want to have the ire of the man who is most likely responsible for this situation.

Ronald says, “I didn’t come here to talk to you, it was merely a secondary goal.”

Getting in front of Setanta, Ronald does a greeting, which Setanta replies to. But he leaves his hand out at the end to be lifted up. This causes many in the room to look over our way.

Setanta pauses for a moment, then lifts Ronald up and he says, “You must think highly of me.”

“I simply do for you and you’re men's future potential. That will be my stance for now and the foreseeable future.”

This is really bad. I start to use my hearing to pay attention to whispers in the room.

“Doesn’t Ronald outrank Setanta by quite a bit?”

“Isn’t Setanta the next ruler of Gorias?”

“The Fuinseog do live in the providence of Gorias.”

“But to my knowledge, hasn’t Ronald Fuinseog famously never bowed his head to Lugh Ó Faoláin.”

“Why would he bow his head to the rowdy Setanta, but not to the Lugh?”

“Wait didn’t you hear?”

“Apparently Setanta will be the next High king.”

“But the high king is still young, and Setanta is merely his nephew, why would he be chosen when a child could be born any day now.”

“Maybe the king can’t bear children. He did recently take on another wife.”

“Quite, if someone was to hear you, you’re head will no longer be married to your neck.”

“But what else could it be.”

“Maybe this is his way of trying to one-up his brother?”

“Ronald has a rather bad personality, it would sense to look for favour in the next king as a fellow warrior.”

“Wait doesn’t this make those children by his side some of the most powerful people who will exist in the future.”

“I think it would be good if we decided to keep an eye on them.”

“We don’t know what will happen in the future so it is best if we choose to stay on their good side.”

“Pól I need you to go gather as much information on their background as possible.”

Looking around I see many sly gazes from the adults who cannot stop rambling on about us. This is bad, right now I need to make sure that nothing worse comes of this, and the one most likely to cause trouble is.

Turning I grab Setanta who is walking away on the shoulder and say, “Hey where are you going.”

“All the whispers are annoying me, so I think I am just going to set a couple of people's clothes on fire, for their cowardice.”

Shaking him I say, “Don’t do anything stupid like that, you hear me!”

“You know what is stupid everyone calling me the next high king. It is starting to become a bother, and I am going to make sure it ends today.”

Setanta tries to move, but using all of my strength I hold him in place as he struggles against me.

Right now this idiot is mere moments away from creating a bunch of opposition to him from getting the throne. He is a warrior at his heart filled with compassion, but he is not the type of person that scheming nobles like in the slightest, so pissing a bunch of them off is the worst thing he can do in regard to his future position.

Φ With a woman at his side, Lugh walks up to the door that Setanta and his allies recently walked through and says, “I can already hear all the turmoil that Setanta is causing.”

The woman laughs and says, “He really is a rowdy boy, but just as adorable.”

“Though I do wish he had a tad more sense, if he didn’t awaken his regenerative powers Aoife would have killed him.”

The woman falls silent and makes an upset look, which causes Lugh to bring out an apple and hand it to her saying, “Here you go.”

She grabs it and laughs a bit saying, “You have barely changed since you were a child, the type of man who sees a woman crying a gives her an apple to cheer her up.”

With a slight smile, Lugh says, “They are filled with nutrients, and water, and taste amazing. All one needs to get through the day.”

“You really are your son's father. I am rather happy now so let’s go and do this.”

“Alright.”

Φ The door of Faoláin opens, and from the door, shadows spread throughout the entire room mesmerising everyone. From the shadows men and women dressed in fine cloth with animal faces bow down at all levels of the staircase.

Then the announcer says, “The head of the house of Faoláin, the child of light, Lugh Ó Faoláin, and at this side is the woman who all of the greatest heroes among our people, Scáthach Ó Meisias.”

As my sister and everyone else turn their heads upwards I see Lugh who excludes a calm but fierce power with a woman on his arm. There are many things I could say about her, her face covering, her beautiful dress, her amazing posture, and her light purple hair that matches with Lugh’s silver hair perfectly but none of them could encapsulate her presence to me.

The best way I could describe it is unknown, an eerie feeling that is both beautiful but repulsive to my mind, and makes to transfixed onto her, but also makes me want to look away.

As the two reach the floor everyone bows to them, and then intense feelings in the room continue. Soon Lugh walks up to Setanta and he rises up and says, “Father you need something for me.”

Lugh picks Setanta up by the collar and then slams him into the ground saying, “Don’t go causing trouble for Ferdiad.”

This action shocks everyone and relaxes them, with the exception of Ferdiad who looks like he is about to lose his mind.

Under his breath, he mutters, “Reputational damage, reputational damage, reputational damage.”

He looks like someone who just had countless hard workloads dropped on his shoulders.

Setanta on the other hand looks jolly and says, “Yes Father I will make sure not to do such a thing ever again.”

Scáthacha says, “I thought you better than that Lugh, don’t handle your son in such a barbaric way.”

Looking at Scáthach Setanta says, “You look pretty today.”

With a calm and sophisticated voice, she says, “Thank you Setan-.”

“You could actually pass as a young maiden instead of a prehistoric hag.”

She grabs Setanta and then slams him into the floor then her shadows start to beat him up.

Beside me, Ferdiad lets out a big sigh, then says, “At least people are not minding us now.”

My sister rubs his back and says, “Don’t worry.”

Hitting him in the shin, I say, “If you can run into the enemy army for me, I am sure you can deal with the reputation damage of Setanta.”

He laughs a bit and says, “Yeah.”

Soon a trumpet plays, and then the largest door in the middle staircase opens up, and I say, “The high king is here.”