The New Druid

Cathal held the bow clamped in one hand. veins popping from his grip. His foots thudded into the village as the sun rose. Armund still sat on his bench and looked out to the sea. “Hello, Cathal. Is your daughter all right.”

Cathal turned and scowled at the man. His fist on the bow shook and rattled against his hip.

“Oh, how tragic. I’m sorry for your loss. Would you like my assistance in a funeral?”

“No, Not until I find him. I will kill the druid and avenge Una. Only then can she rest in peace.”

“Druid? My that sounds like a myth and something you shouldn’t be chasing. You remember the Earth mother’s words about myths right?”

“Father, I’m not in the mood for stories.” Cathal stomped down the road towards his post and was gone.

“Stories you say,” Armund said with squinted eyes. “That’s dangerous talk Cathal.”