Closed Against Our Enemies

Brenna, Niamh, and Deagan stood forward. Some of the enemies fell back.

But then Brenna reached out, tugged Ciaran forward.

“Address your enemies,” she hissed. “You’ve defeated them.”

Ciaran blinked. “What?”

“Go on,” Brenna said. “Your victory. You’ve earned it.”

Ciaran glanced at the cowering villagers and hesitated, but then he nodded, stepped up.

“People of Thor.”

The men flinched.

“The four gates of the elements have closed against our enemies, and any who remain after the goddesses have spoken will be swallowed by the fire of Brighid,” Ciaran said, and he could feel his gift flutter in his fingertips.