Morrigan's Brood by Heather Poinsett Dunbar

Morrigan peered into the leader’s dynamic, diamond-blue eyes as he ran, and She could see no fear. At that moment, the enemy charged full force. Perhaps it is time for these rash Mílesians to learn not to tread on our lands.”Īs soon as the Mílesians gathered into some semblance of a formation, their leader shouted out a blood-curdling battle cry. “Just another group of invaders,” Morrigan chuckled to herself. Morrigan tilted Her head to the side in order to study the advancing Iberians. Such ripples made Her duties more difficult. Tipping the great balance toward good or evil always caused ripples in nature. LifeĪlways involved highs and lows, even for immortals. While Her consort provided for Her and loved Her, Dagda’s little rules about peace and harmony always proved to be highly annoying. Morrigan sighed, before drawing Her blade. They are our mortal brethren, after all.” “Do not allow your anger at the invaders to overwhelm you. “They are our enemies,” She hissed in reply. “I know that look,” Dagda whispered into Morrigan’s ear. Dagda always wanted to be fair, even to His enemies. “Dearest, how could I forget?” Morrigan felt Her lips turn up into a grimace. “Remember what Lady Dana, mother to us all, told us, Morrigan.”

Soon, spilled blood would mix with the green grass, causing a myriad of delightful scents. Morrigan licked Her lips in anticipation. Her consort, Dagda the All-Father, moved to Her side as they assembled for the battle. She exchanged glances with the others of Her family, The Tuatha dé Danann. The Iberian invaders wanted to try conquering the rich land of Éire again.

Mílesians disembark from their crude, yet seaworthy, vessels. To the east, She could see the massive army of Morrigan, the Tuath Goddess of blood, battle, justice, destruction, and rebirth, gazed upon the expanse of the impending battle below. Rises soon, and the fire is dying, so I must make haste. It is the story of my line, my people, and the Goddess who created us. So this is my first entry, the Legend of the Deargh Du. However, the legend remains forefront in my mind. Finally, I have a chance to record my past, what I can remember of it. She gave me gall ink, quills, and several sheets of vellum today.

Morrigan's Brood by Heather Poinsett Dunbar