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Sub Category : Fantasy

                Chapter 4 ❂ Emmet
                    Ireland, 1915

When his father said that the South knew how to throw a party, he wasn't joking. The party had started at five at night and was still going on; even after the sun had set and the moon shone her luminous beams onto the earth. The sky changed it's beautiful colors in for a dark starry dress that cloaked the land in silent darkness. Small lanterns that hung around the tree branches was the only form of light to lead the way. They were dim, however, so Emmet had to watch where he was going so he didn't step on a sleeping fairy, trip over his own feet or walk to fast and risk bumping into the small woman humming in front of him, who walked with ease.
    She was striking in more ways than one. Emmet had heard of Muirgen's gifts in controlling water, some even said that she was better than Ronan. Of course, those people have probably never faced Ronan in battle, but that's besides the point. Emmet heard she could solidify water and turn it into ice and use it as an easy weapon; weither she used it for stabbing or crushing someone beneath it. She could raise the temperature and throw it on someone's face, burning them and smirking as their face melted off. She could use it as a whip even. The most dangerous, yet fairly new talent, is the fact she can control someone's actions by demanding the liquids inside of said person to do her bidding. Like a puppet. Emmet shivered at that thought. 
   No matter how scary she was with her magic or combat skills, she was quite gorgeous. Her hair was the most obvious thing about her. It looked soft and seemed to glow. Her stray hairs, that disobeyed her updo hairstyle, reached out as if they were trying to gain more knowledge to pack away in her mind. Her brows and lashes, however, were dark, the same color as Ronan's hair. Her skin was as pale as Emmet's, but had more of a rosy tint to her cheeks and nose. Her lips were plump and pink, incredibly inviting, but Emmet believed that if any man dared to come to close she would rip their throats out with her teeth. She was small, at least five-foot but that just meant she could hide quicker and fight faster. 
   She had this...contradicting aura about her. Kind yet cruel. Comforting but dangerous. Friendly but secretive. Soft yet powerful. Emmet felt his head tilt to the side as his green eyes scanned her body, finally the silence was broken.

      "So, why are you here, Emmet?" Muirgen asked without looking back. 

'Because my father hates and blames me for my brothers death.' Emmet thought to himself.

      "My father believed I was of more service to the south than the East, ma'am." He said. Muirgen stopped walking and turned to him, her blue eyes glaring at him through squinted eye lids.

       "Don't call me 'Ma'am.' I'm not old." She said promptly. Emmet took her discomfort as an opportunity to change the subject. He smiled his crooked sneer and tilted his head at her. 

       "I'm sorry, the white hair threw me off. Would you rather me call you something else? Perhaps, honey? Doll? Darling?" He started and couldn't help but smile as her face turned redder. "Sugar? Blossom? Dear? Sweetheart? My love~?" He purred the last part. The Caomhnóir huffed in exasperation and glared at him.

        "You're a bastard! You will address me as Muirgen. That's it!" She crossed her arms.

       "Muirgen." Emmet said slowly, tasting her name. He smiled to himself with a far-away look. "Tá tú an Aigéan a líonann mo chroí." 
   Muirgen gasped and placed her hands over her lips, Emmet noticed the bright blush on her cheeks and the frost forming around her fingers. He moved closer and brushed her bangs away, she looked up at him with caution. Though she was wary, her eyes seemed curious. It was as if she knew all of Emmet's tricks even by just meeting him a few hours ago.
     "W-We should get going. I still have to show you where your cabin is." She said as she quickly turned and kept walking.

   "Yes...because what would your brother think after seeing me so close to you?" He chuckled. She ignored him which caused Emmet to pout slightly. 

    They finally arrived to the cabin assigned to Emmet, it was a cozy two-story cabin that sat on a small grassy hill. Other cabins were scattered a few acres away, only a few lights were on. The other cabins were for the leaders of the clan while the residents lived in comfortable homes closer to the town. Since the Druid of the Clan was an important factor in medicine and battle, that meant that the Druid was ranked third in leadership; The King and Protector of the clan were the only ones above the Druid. 
         "Where's your cabin?" Emmet asked. Muirgen gave him a sideways look and opened his cabin door then handed him the key.

       "By the cliffs." She said amd began to walk away. 

       "Thank you, Muirgen." He said as he watched her. 

       "I'll see you tomorrow, Emmet. Goodnight." She said and left. Emmet smiled to himself and walked into his cabin. He turned on the light and looked around. 

         Where he stood was what you would call an entry way, or lobby. To his left were two glass doors with wooden panels that led into a living room. Two couches sat in the room, one was to the left and above it was a picture box window, the other sat at at the back of the room in front of a large window that looked out onto the deck. To the right of the room were two empty closets, a radio sat at the front of the room. Emmet walked out and into the right wing of the cabin. To the right of the entry way was a kitchen with stone counters and dark wooden cabinets. A gas stove against the wall and a sink on the right beneath two windows. The kitchen had a bar where you could sit and three wooden chairs sat abandoned at it. There was a small nook at the back of the kitchen with a round table and four chairs. 
    On the right side Emmet saw another door that led out to a porch covered by trees, a staircase sat in front of it with a hallway leading into another room. He walked past the staircase and saw the stone fireplace proudly sitting in the empty room. One couch was tilted so it covered the corner but was able to face the fireplace to the left side of it was a large window that overlooked the porch, another couch sat opposite as the other but in the same position; the only difference was this couch couldn't face the fireplace, instead there were two glass doors that would open and lead you onto the deck. There were four windows on the opposite side of the room that looked out at the scenery. There were two side tables by each of the couches and one larger table that held up a record player. Emmet smiled at the record player and looked at the vinyls it had. There weren't much but some were familiar to Emmet.   
      Emmet walked upstairs and noticed the bathroom at the top of the stairs. There were four rooms in total, all had beds neatly made already. Emmet being Emmet when for the furthest room that also happened to be the master bedroom. The bed was bigger, the room had a private bathroom and a walk-in closet next to the door. Three windows sat on the other end of the wall facing the bed and another window sat on the left side of the bed in the middle of the wall.
       Emmet walked into the bathroom and started the bath, hot water gushed out of the faucet with a large amount of force. He walked back into the room and saw that his bags were conveniently placed by his bed, he opened them amd pulled put a comfortable outfit for bed then walked back into the bathroom. He pulled off his clothes and noticed his reflection in the mirror. 
     His chiseled cheeks looked hollowed, his eyes were sunken, he had muscles but he seemed too skinny for his liking. Especially after seeing tall, muscular Ronan, Emmet's body-disphoria started acting up. Emmet had scars on his body from fights and practice with magic, his long dark dreads seemed like snakes protruding from his head. His eyes seemed brighter than usual, like two emeralds in the sun. His eyebrows were always thick and blocky, he was graced with the gift of them never becoming a uni-brow. In other words, in his eyes, he was ugly. Ugly and flirted with the most beautiful woman of all the Clans. He was an idiot. 
      Emmet took a quick bath, washing and cleaning the essentials. He brushed his teeth and got dressed then laid in bed. He sighed and prayed that he could get some sleep tonight. Fortunately, he was exhausted and felt sleep taking over him. He was ready for the ghosts that haunted his dreams every night, but for some reason they didn’t come. It was a dreamless sleep but Emmet was grateful.

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HEY EVERYONE! Yes! I'm back! Ohhhhh boy! I'm still sick, I have a bad cough but it's slowly going away and I finally have the energy to finish this chapter! Hooray! When I'm on a small hiatus with my writing I'm usually still active on my Instagram. You can find it in my bio. On my Instagram you'll find my own personal art for these characters and story ideas! You can even request art for your own covers on here!^^ 

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