“Wake up sleeping man, 30 years under the mud. soo long to spend in darkness. so long to spend without breath." The ancient world has returned to Ireland, clashing with the new and tearing the island apart. The chaos brings forth a myriad of uncertainties. A mad prophet rises to power leading a religion of fanatics as deep and dangerous beings stretch their long-rested limbs. Amidst it all several farmers pull a man from a bog, his skin is cold and white after years in cold mud. it is then that the unthinkable happens, he wakes up and starts to breathe. This is a story about mythology, history and the complexity of morality. Read and enter a shattered world where nothing is as it seems and one man struggles to discover who, and what he is. A new chapter will be posted every friday. I am recovering from thyroid cancer atm so if the chapter is a little late thats my bad.