When in your life did you feel the most alone?
"Congratulations, it's a lad," holding the newly born babe up for his mother to see, still covered in fluids and cord not yet cut. Already letting his displeasure known at the exposure to the cold air.
Reaching out, the woman touched her son's cheek before Àille started to take care of the baby's and mother's needs. She'd been roused early by her mother to come here. Ma had twins to deliver on the Isle, so she could not be here, but she wouldn't let one of her priestesses birth without assistance (though they only thought her a mid-wife, nothing more). The last thing she had done before coming here was lean over and give Angus a kiss good morning, telling him that she would come back and give him a proper one later.
After making sure both mother and son were alright, she decided to get back to the man she loved. Focusing in on him as she started to stoop out of the door; she frowned. Something was wrong. In the ten years since she'd known him, she hadn't once not been able to find him and now... now there was nothing.
Stumbling a bit, she gripped at the door stoop as she started to realize what that must mean. He wasn't there... he was gone. Not even caring that she shouldn't show who she truly was to these people, her wings quickly appeared and she took off back towards the village. Leaving a stunned family behind.
It only took half an hour for her to arrive at the village, yet it seemed like forever. It was in flames and there were bodies were every where. More Roman than Celt, but not one Celt was left moving.
From the quick search she gave the village, she could tell that the woman, children and elders had escaped. However the men were dead. Killed saving those who'd fled.
Searching the bodies, while hiding herself from the soldiers who were burying their own dead; she prayed that he had gone with the elders, left to protect them instead of staying here. Yet she knew he wouldn't have. He would protect their home.
Fear gripped her heart as she passed a group of Roman soldiers who were laughing and joking about a mad Highlander who'd fought as if the devil had taken him. They'd killed him and were laughing about it. She knew... knew who they were talking about.
Searching the bodies, she finally found Angus. Surrounded by three Roman bodies, one laying over his. Pushing it off of him, Àille gently touched the cheek of the man she loved. It was cold. The skin that had been so warm at dawn, was clammy at dusk.
Pulling the stiffening body into her arms, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She never felt as alone or as lost as she did at that moment. The one who had shown her wat it was to really be alive... was gone.
Reaching out, the woman touched her son's cheek before Àille started to take care of the baby's and mother's needs. She'd been roused early by her mother to come here. Ma had twins to deliver on the Isle, so she could not be here, but she wouldn't let one of her priestesses birth without assistance (though they only thought her a mid-wife, nothing more). The last thing she had done before coming here was lean over and give Angus a kiss good morning, telling him that she would come back and give him a proper one later.
After making sure both mother and son were alright, she decided to get back to the man she loved. Focusing in on him as she started to stoop out of the door; she frowned. Something was wrong. In the ten years since she'd known him, she hadn't once not been able to find him and now... now there was nothing.
Stumbling a bit, she gripped at the door stoop as she started to realize what that must mean. He wasn't there... he was gone. Not even caring that she shouldn't show who she truly was to these people, her wings quickly appeared and she took off back towards the village. Leaving a stunned family behind.
It only took half an hour for her to arrive at the village, yet it seemed like forever. It was in flames and there were bodies were every where. More Roman than Celt, but not one Celt was left moving.
From the quick search she gave the village, she could tell that the woman, children and elders had escaped. However the men were dead. Killed saving those who'd fled.
Searching the bodies, while hiding herself from the soldiers who were burying their own dead; she prayed that he had gone with the elders, left to protect them instead of staying here. Yet she knew he wouldn't have. He would protect their home.
Fear gripped her heart as she passed a group of Roman soldiers who were laughing and joking about a mad Highlander who'd fought as if the devil had taken him. They'd killed him and were laughing about it. She knew... knew who they were talking about.
Searching the bodies, she finally found Angus. Surrounded by three Roman bodies, one laying over his. Pushing it off of him, Àille gently touched the cheek of the man she loved. It was cold. The skin that had been so warm at dawn, was clammy at dusk.
Pulling the stiffening body into her arms, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She never felt as alone or as lost as she did at that moment. The one who had shown her wat it was to really be alive... was gone.