The Curse of the Celts

The Beginning

"Hi my name is Johnathon but everyone just calls me John. I live in Ireland in 2017. I'm a tall blonde with a large build and blue eyes that I get from my father. I lived with my sister Sarah and my parents. I don't anymore though... after the events of last year I felt it would be safer for them without me around. Anyway lets get past that depressing matter here is the story of how me and my friend screwed up the world"

"But why do I have to go" I cried frantically! My parents just looked at me apologetically I knew they didn't want me to go either, but somehow I still felt angry at them like it was somehow there fault that I would have to go. I was being forced to leave everyone and everything I knew for some cause I didn't even know about. The people in my clan kept reassuring me telling me that every child in our clan would have to go through this eventually, but they wouldn't tell me what they meant. Even with all of my doubts though I trusted my family and more importantly my clan. Many people just see us as a large family in Ireland that used to be a powerful kingdom but they don't know the truth. They don't know the secrets we've protected since ancient times. 

To be fair neither did I but even as a little boy my father always told me that we were an important family and that's why we must rise above the selfish acts of other people and be better. I always thought he just said that to keep me in line but now I suspected there was a lot more to it. I mean I am a Maguire after all.