Prophecy's Chyld

  “I expected that ta be easy,” Seamus growled, his golden eyes catching the fire light as he turned towards Fionn, “but I dinna think t’would be that easy.”
  “Nor did I.” Fionn said, his muscles tensing in preparation for the trap they both expected.
  They threw open the large door, both ducking back as they did. Seamus and Fionn were both suddenly glad for their natural paranoia as a fireball flew between them, hitting the wall where it dissipated, leaving only a scorched mark on the stone.
  Seamus took a quick look into the room, pulling back just before his head was taken off by another fireball. He was not surprised to have seen a cloaked form standing in the center of the room, softly chanting.
  “Druid,” he growled loudly, “come out afore we ha’e ta come in and hurt ye. This is nay yer fight.”
  “Oh, but that’s where ye’d be wrong old friend,” The husky female voice called back, “Ye see, ye ha’e me daughter, therefore any fight ye take part in is me fight as well.”
  “Meara?” Fionn said with a smile as he moved into the light, making a perfect target by standing directly in the center of the open doorway. Seamus pulled him back as he heard the feminine growl of anger, just in time to keep him from being struck, this time by lightning rather then fire.
  “Are ye daft?” Seamus asked incredulously of his cousin.
  “Nay, I dinna think she’d hurt me.” Fionn said with a slight pout to his voice.
  “Nay hurt ye?” Seamus sighed, “ye ha’e gone daft.”
  “Where’s me daughter?” Meara called, voice filled with anger.
  “What do we tell her?” Fionn whispered to Seamus as another ball of lighting struck the wall in front of them.
  “Well fer God’s sake dinna tell her the lass is dead.” Seamus groaned.
  “We could take her,” Fionn said straightening from the wall.
  “Nay if we want ta keep our fur unsinged.” Seamus said softly, looking at Fionn as if he had grown a second head in those few moments.
  “Well she has ta ha’e some time atween spells doesn’t she?” Fionn asked.
  “Wit the position she holds on the council as High Druid of War, I highly doubt it.” Seamus growled, cringing as another fireball hit the wall.
  “Look we dart in, ye take one side, I take the other, she can nay hit us both, right?” Fionn argued.
  “This is daft.” Seamus growled but set up to do just as Fionn had suggested.
  Fionn darted back across the open doorway, barely dodging the three balls of fire that flew in rapid succession at him. Seamus looked at his cousin shaking his head. He made a counting motion with his hand. When he had dropped the last finger he and Fionn darted into the room, each taking the opposite side.
  Seamus ducked just under a ball of lightning that flew in his direction, and saw that Fionn had to do the same with a ball of fire. So much fer the she can nay shoot at us at the same time theory, Seamus thought to himself as he rolled out of the way of another one.