Children Of Myths, Act One: Scotland

The First Lesson

"Well, i guess that went well, right?" Artica smiled at her first Fae friends as they were back in the forest outside of the giant oak tree-portal.
They all nodded with evident relief in their faces, they too were worried the other Sidhe would try and keep her forever in their realm, luckily, Dagda was a good, understanding deity who spent lots of time in the mortal world.

"He likes you"

"And he will help you"

"But the training will be yours to endure"

The half Fae nodded, knowing it would be hard since she had no fighting experience and the only way she used an axe was to chop wooden logs for winter. She sighed, pulling her hair up and taking a big, big breath.
She had a long way to go, but she would walk it for everyone's sake.

When they reached the town, she headed home first and was immediately greeted by her aunt's hugging her tightly and checking if she was all right. Safie asked if she had kicked someone's ass for idiot comments, but her cousin shook her head, aside a sarcastic comment about her not being what some of the other Fae thought she would be, everything went better than expected.

"We were worried, you stayed away for like... One full day" Brendan commented, pouring his niece a mug of cider

"What the heck?? Really??" She was surprised, she stayed there for a couple hours or so? Maybe time worked differently in the Fae kingdom, and the Banshee confirmed it right away.

"Ah, sorry Uncle, but Lord Dagda took your axe and my Fairy Stone for a little while, he said they would repair it and make it effective against the Cult-"

"DAGDA?!"

Arianna dropped the cider bottle on the floor in shock, Brendan coughed the cider he was drinking and Safie made sure she heard it right. Yes. She did. Everyone did.

"All right, I should tell you how it went in detail. And I think I should tell Aidan too, later"

Arianna told her niece to start talking while she cleaned the mess she made, but it magically vanished and the bottle returned to its original state, as if it never shattered.
The stout woman turned to witness Annag with a raised hand sparkling in silver, shrugging with a smile

"It's the habit, pardon me"

"You didn't have to"

"Oh, it's nothing, we're Banshee, we take care of houses and cities..."

The three looked at each other, their faces lighting up for a moment as they excused themselves and walked outside of the cottage, leaving Artica to tell her family what she had seen with all the details.

"I'll have to start training as soon as possible. I won't lie, I'm scared"

And it was totally justified, just a couple weeks prior she was only a farmer girl working in the fields and selling apples in the market, and now she would become a warrior for a great cause. But it was all right, because it was a cause worth fighting for.

"All we ask you, is to stay safe and don't do anything stupid. War and battles are not to be taken lightly, lass" Brendan sighed, taking a sip of his cider. He had recovered from the injuries, but it still hurt sometimes.

"I know, Uncle. I know... I should be going asking Aidan a few books about the Fae, you know, to document myself a little more"

Artica stepped outside of the house and walked in town, surprised to see the people staring in awe at the roof of a random house which still needed some repairs after the attack. It was fixed.

"The hell is going on?"

She looked for Connor among the people, maybe he was in the tavern? Yes he was, and he too was standing aside while the floor was getting cleaned immaculately by Caireann. The old Fae seemed to enjoy cleaning up back and forth. Artica, Connor and Fergus, on the other hand, exchanged puzzled looks.