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Waves of Love Category: Stories
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Preface ….and so it was that Isolde and Tristan loved, and the winds of darkness and light had past, and they worked out the desires of their hearts.
For each, the waves of light brought courage and wisdom and they lived in peace at Dunlace Castle upon the shores of the Irish Sea for half the year, and the other half at Brindemoor, Tristan’s kingdom in Scotland. …and if there could ever be a more perfect union, you would have to search to find it, because, as you have heard, they were so much alike.
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…and in time, as love would have it, they had two children; Eochaid, the eldest, a lad strong and roguish just as his father….and Aine, a princess sweet and fair… ,sure to be the apple of his eye.
Aine grew to love the people of Eire. Her loyalties to them were full to overflowing as she lived the ways of the elders; the “old ways” of the faerie tribe, Tuatha de Dann. She was proud to be a daughter of Danu, Mother Goddess and creator. Thankful to Lugh, the Sun and Warrior God, Dagda the Father of Seasons, and Brigid, Goddess of Healing…. So like Isolde she grew, except that she was wildly social. She gloried in the festivals and celebrations the tuatha, and as she grew. she spent a lot of her time in Wexford Town mingling with the people practicing the ceremonies and rituals of the druids.
Both children would carry the tales of the bards; romantic and adventuresome on their own children. The legends of love, war, healing, fertility and all the emotions of humanity; even as, these warriors lived on in the mounds which littered the verdant country sides of Ire land.
Eochaid always the more serious of the two, had immersed himself in field, forest and sea. He especially loved; the sea, as did his parents, and lusted for its journey. In wasn’t long until he ventured off on his own and finally spent most of his life in Scotland. It was there that he learned of his Pictish bloodlines, royal in their own rite. It is through Eochaid that this story will be told. Yet, never to be forgotten are the faerie blood which dances within him.
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