Death and Thunder

“You knew that was going to happen, didn’t you?” Ciaran demanded, miffed, but then he remembered who he was talking to.

Brenna was still laughing. “It’s why I turned away.”

Ciaran had questions he wanted to ask, about where she was from - because she obviously wasn’t really from Eire. How had she come? Over the sea? By magic?

“You should sleep,” she said. “And maybe, tomorrow, think about going somewhere far away.” The laughter slid off her face, and in the moonlight, her golden eyes were almost brown.

“Far away? Why?” Ciaran asked.

“Death and thunder are on the way.”