Blotting Out the Stars

Brenna veered away from the cliffs and beach, instead heading across the vast expanse of grass - toward the woods. Where the druids lived.

“I thought we were training,” Ciaran said.

“We are,” Brenna said. “Just not out where everyone can see. D’you want old Aoife to tell your Da you’ve been consorting with one of the armed guards of the Holy Men?”

When she put it like that...Ciaran blinked. “You’re an armed guard? So you defend the Holy Men?”

“And kill them, as necessary.” Brenna led him into the trees where they became thicker, darker, blotting out the stars.