Both of them start to jump on top of each other and fight against one another, and Tresa worried says, “If you guys start fighting there is a good chance the restraints will come undone.”
Understanding what Treasa just said, I turn around and see that Niall's green restraints have come undone. So, I put my arms against my face for protection, and I am hit into the distance.
Recovering, I move forward and with a spirit energy-infused kick whack him to the corner of the room, and I say, “Did you forget how this went last time?”
“Not a single bit.”
He then moves at a speed I struggle to keep up with and hits me again, and as he does, he says, “Did you think I was at my best after being on the front lines in a war!”
Feeling his killing intent, I start to prepare myself to strike back at full force, and say, “Red branch battle art-.”
But I am interrupted by Findabair saying, “Beast blood battle arts; Ceangailte.”
And then the flowers and plants within the room grow and move around Niall binding him to the ground, and I then turn to Findabair and say, “One of the druids' techniques.”
Niall whines like a baby and says, “NOT FAIR!”
But then Findabair and her husband start to step on his face saying, “DON’T DAMAGE THE LIBRARY, YOU IDIOT!”
With an annoyed look, he says, “Don’t get in my way!”
Fráech says, “You should be happy we stopped there or someone else would have dealt with you.”
Fráech points upwards and we all look, and there we see one of the giant bird heads staring down at us, with a visible bloodlust in its eyes.
“We should all behave ourselves within this space.”
Sighing, Niall says, “Fine.”
Findabair says, “Now let’s go find Setanta his records.”
Niall getting up says, “Can I come as well?”
“No,” I say with a furious glare.
But then Fráech says, “Come on, it will be easier to keep an eye on you when you're with us.”
Findabair puts the palm of her hand up which is cut open, and then the binds wrap around the upper part of his body allowing him to move his legs.
We all leave and as we walk towards our target he keeps bumping into me, and Ruairí says, “Keep attacking my lord and I will strike you down.”
“So, Gorias and Failas have joined together! How interesting. If you ever want to attack Findias just tell me, and I will be prepared.”
Turning to Findabair, I ask, “Why is he here?”
Niall says, “If you want to know about me, at least ask me the question.”
“You're too stupid to properly explain yourself, so I am just being efficient with my time.”
“You Faoláins and your perfectionism. What a waste of life if you cannot waste time.”
“We waste time when we see it has a benefit like fun, talking with you in neither fun nor informative, so fuck off.”
He glares at me, and I glare back, then Findabair says, “He is here to get his new name?”
“New name?”
Fráech, says, “Since you live in Gorias you probably didn’t know. But usually, when one inherits the house in the Red branch, they change their names, and as you can guess it is because Dedad Mac Laoch is dying due to old age.”
“What a waste of time, Dedad should be teaching his son to be civil instead of sending him here to pick a good name.”
Niall says, “You cultureless Faoláins wouldn’t understand the importance. When you take control of your house you become your own man, and the first step of that is to take control of your own name.”
Snickering, I say, “You say that, but you were still sent here to pick a good one because of how stupid you are.”
“I don’t want to hear that from a child with no tattoos on his body.”
“I don’t take wounds so I don’t need to cover them up with tattoos, but I guess despite being a few years older than me you still cannot figure that out.”
As the tension in the air rises, I prepare to hit Niall, but then Findabair says, “We are here.”
We reach a round circular platform, that seems to be made entirely of natural material, unlike the rest of the library which has a mix of that and metals. But what catches my eye the most, is the complete lack of books throughout the walls.
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“This place doesn’t seem to have any books?”
“That’s because it leads to the next level which does.”
Ruairí says, “The druids will bring us up using their techniques.”
Findabair says, “That’s correct now follow our lead.”
We all head onto the platform, and then Findabair and Fráech both make cuts on their palms and allow their blood to drop down onto the platform, then they say, “Beast blood battle arts: Fás.”
Then the platform starts to shoot to the sky. As we ascend, I move to the edge of the platform and see that beneath the platform plants are growing at an increased rate pushing the platform upwards.
Ruairí then says, “Beast blood battle arts is a special trait that some beastkin can use that allows them to control plants, and other types of flora to varying degrees, many of them use this power to forge us all of our neat tools made from plants all around the empire!”
I whack him on the face and say, “Again, I knew that, stop telling me things I already know.”
Looking at both Findabair and Fráech whose palms are leaking blood like waterfalls, I ask, “Do you guys know what allows you to do such things?”
Findabair says, “Most people who have the ability have wooden horns growing from their bodies by the age of 10, which allows them to do it. Genetically speaking we don’t know what makes this happen except that people of the Biorg bloodline are more likely to become one, so for now I cannot answer said questions.”
Niall then says, “But I heard word that Queen Medb is trying to decipher the secrets within our blood to make it accessible to everyone?”
Findabair clicks her tongue at this suggestion, and then says, “That evil woman would go to any lengths to accomplish that dream. Even using herself and her own children.”
The platform stops and we all start to walk through a long corridor, and as we do I ask, “Do you have some kind of issues with your mother, on paper, she is quite the beastkin, beauty, brains, and all the research she does, she makes it publicly available for no cost. that but generationally old households to shame.”
Findabair starts to leak rage, and then she says with a fit of bratty anger, “You see that’s the problem with her. She lives life in accordance with her desires, she wants to become a member of the Red branch she does it? She wants to have funding for her research, well just become a king of a providence.
She wants to marry the hero king of the beastkin and spend a few days seducing him. She wants to create prosthetic limbs using plants and other things? Spend nights researching! She wants to have a powerful druid at her side, she just makes one.”
“I don’t see how any of that is a bad thing?”
“On paper, it does seem bad, but the problem is that she doesn’t care how much trouble she puts all those around her in.
When she wanted to become a member of the Red branch literal hundreds of murder attempts were made claiming her eldest two siblings, and then she had the gall to put all of us through this again when she wanted to become the king of Murias.
The hero king who she remarried eats the food of three hundred beastkin in one day, and to keep his stomach full has put our providence into an economic downturn.
The prosthetics she creates, are tested on her kids far before any other person will ever have, and she even married Aili Ó Biorg and forced me to learn all of his knowledge so she could have her own private druid, I was never allowed to even play!”
The rage and frustration from years of having to deal with an annoying parent leak out from her body and make the air feel so heavy that all of our heads drop.
“But you know what’s worse than anything else? SHE DOESN’T SHE ANYTHING WRONG WITH IT!”
Stopping in front of a door, Findabair opens it, and inside we see a bunch of extravagant gifts, and on all have some form of the words; Mommy misses you, please come home daughter, I don’t know why you're angry but I love you!
“She sends me all of these gifts acting like the reason I left home was due to some kind of temper tantrum. It is like she is incapable of self-reflection or understanding. Then she constantly harasses me with all of these gifts and that fixes all of her behaviour and problems. I swear, I am one moment away from smacking her in her dumb wolf face!”
Wiping her sweat away, Findabair says, “That was refreshing. Now onwards and upwards.”
We all just look at her after her freakout and continue to move until we reach an area with a giant library in it and a dome hanging on top which allows light to shine in.
As the sunshine hits the books, I become more enchanted than staring at the night sky itself, I notice both Ruairí and Niall look the same as me.
Findabair says, “Within Ellén library is our history kept as well as we could ever have done.”
Fráech says, “There may be things here that deny your worldview or my reinforce it, but I can tell you there are no lies here, just information.”
“And I hope you three future kings use it to lead the people of Gorias, Failas, and Findias into a brighter future.”
Name: The behemoth of Tir na n-iontas Ellén Trechand
Height: 60M
Type: Behemoth, Wonderbeast, Carnivore
Description: A giant grey wonderbeast that looks like an Eagle with blue fur, and three heads, one normal, two elongated heads that can retract into its body, and copper-red wings that look like an assortment of flowers, with a gold heart at its centre, but in fact that isn’t true. It is actually only a small wonderbeast within its golden heart, and every other part of it is another wonderbeast that are all affectionately referred to as the Ellén Collection.
Its heads are made from three cockatrices, its body is made from a skeletal Centipede wonderbeast, its fur is made from a group of small sheep-like wonderbeasts that hold themselves together by tangling their hair into one another. Its wings are made from small insectoid wonderbeast that look like flowers, its flesh is made from a group of slug-like wonderbeasts that form muscle fibres, and its insides are made up of slimes that break the food down, and the golden heart sends little vein like strings everywhere to share the nutrients and blood to each individual beast.
Fact: Ellén can make a body out of other kinds of wonderbeasts, but due to only one type of a behemoth existing at any one moment the only one to exist as of this moment is Ellén Trechend.
Name: Ellén Croi
Height: 80cm
Type: Behemoth, Wonderbeast, Carnivore
Description: The heart and true form of Ellén Trechand. It looks similar to a pixie but has a golden body with tendrils emanating from its back.
The true power of the Ellén is its ability to boost the individual abilities of the wonderbeasts that receive nutrients from it, which makes them all grow to a ridiculous size, and exhibit much stronger natural abilities than they would be able to otherwise, and it also has the ability to light it’s blood on fire, but this burns through a ridiculous amount of nutrients so it will only do it when it’s life is in danger.
Fact: The reason all of the wonderbeasts within Ellén work well together, is because they all like Ellén. Ellén strongest and mightiest ability is the ability to be loved by all wonderbeasts that exist in the earth.