Who are you ?
The lady turned her head, slowly and stared into the soldiers face. I have already told you. Again!!!, the soldier shouted and slapped her face.
The eyes of the lady started to glow. My Name is Friar, daughter ofShut up!!, the man interrupted her.
Dont try to tell me that bull****, again I dont believe you, coming from 1258 aChr. And you did NOT start your journey in a circle of stones. Your gods are lies same as your story.
Youre not in the age of 5000anything
My gods are not a lie, she whispered and the glow in her eyes became stronger. My gods are those, that will always rule the worlds. You are the next one, facing them.
Her fingers described a rune and the chains that kept her, fell to the floor. The air in the cellar was filled with sparkling lights and the soldiers face became red.
Stop that, he gasped, loosing his breath, Stop that
With a roaring thunder, the man disappeared.
She was alone
News from that funny druid-gal ? The men in the office had fun on that explanation and used it, whenever they could
Im afraid, she is completely mad She tells us stories from a Stonehenge, gates and ports everywhere in time and space. She says, she is a traveller, hahaha The others joined his laughter. Now, lets put her in the deepest cell and forget about her We dont have the time for those freaks. By the way, did she tell us a reason for her erm.. kind visit ?
Yes, Sir, a young man answered. She said, she came to kill those, who are evil
A flash of light blinded him. He opened his eyes again and was horrified he suddenly was alone in the room.
He regarded the cigars and cigarettes that were still glowing in the trays, when he mentioned the sound of barefoot steps behind him.
You are left, young man either I have been careless or you have a good soul He turned around. What ssshhhh, she said, smiling cold and pointing his head
As soon as you start a wrong thought you will follow them. I need you to get out of here. That place gives a bad influence on my spells. She came close to him so he could smell her skin.
Bring me to England, quick We.. we.. dont have a place called that, on earth. She stepped back and raised her voice:You destroyed it ? The home of my gods and my ancestors ?
He raised his hands for defense No hellwe
Again a thunder rolled and the sparkling appeared moved it
Ah, Ive been careless it is really a bad place for using my runes Moved. Let me see. She closed her eyes, concentrated, lifted her arms and started the journey.
Earth disappeared and she followed a fleet of big ships with thousands of sleeping men and women. Sleepers Yes, thats the past
She passed stars, nebulas, suns and approached a loud and crowded place
When she opened her eyes again and turned, she saw herself on a busy airfield. She passed a sign Welcome to Liberty and she knew, her task had just begun.
Lets destroy the dark ones, she murmured and ignored the looks of the surprised crowd.
She found a little shop, where she got new clothes and and where she could sell some of her diamonds, she was wearing. The loincloth and her cape were thrown into the waste.
When this all is over, I might return to where it all started. Back to Odin and Freya Home
After a number of mysterious cases of death, a starflyer left the planet, direction Buffalo..
She thought to have a little time for a sleep, while she was sitting in that starflyer.
The way to Buffalo was said to be long - even loger, when avoiding the trade-lanes.
She had just closed her eyes, when she heard an old, well known sound: The Viking-Drums of battle...
The haar lifted and she could mention them, running down the fields, crossing the little river Avon, just approaching the circle of stones.
The stones were smoothed, at that time, later, some of them would have been fallen, but today, it was a majestic sight.
The men slowed down, and the jarl stepped up:
"Will Odin lead our way, Friar ?"
The woman closed her eyes and called her runes. The clangour of the swords, axes and shields were the only sound to hear.
She raised her head and answered:
"I saw him standing, applying his axe to the neck of the Surreymen. But be aware, Umbria might fall. - But you will never rule it !!"
With a snar he turned, while his men had heard her words.
Her only luck was, that it would have been his death, if he had touched her.
She was the voice of the gods and it brings calamity to those who touch a druid.
A voice crept into her mind, while the haar began to fall again.
"Every age has to have a place like this.
A center of energy and hope - an oracle - a place, where a man can find himself.
You are moving in a time, where only a few, maybe children of our gods, remember the necessity of a henge. Build it !"
Appalled, she moved up. She changed the direction of her flight. She would need lots of money.
And this was, what she had to do now....
I dunno... but I have goosebumps waiting to find out!
Druid I always love cross-genre stories.... especially when Sci Fi has elements of Fantasy and Ancient lore. Gives it a mystical and spiritual quality, something to transcend the stark mechanical universe which is the hallmark of most Scifi.