The Ride of the Sidhe – Tuatha Dé Danann – versus the forces of darkness – the Fomhóraigh
Lugh and Brigantia sat inside the Café Le Petit Prince with a third member of the Tuatha Dé Danann, the Tribe of the Gods, the goddess Morrigan, a raven-haired woman. They sat in the depths of the restaurant, away from the windows. The three of them were attentive to the presence of the group of four who had entered the restaurant. They were also keeping a vigilance for the Fomhóraigh, their ancient enemy, the race of dark gods and goddesses that sought nothing but the destruction of humanity and the earth.
Celtic goddess – The Morrigan
Lugh turned to the Morrigan, “Aengus was right, I am positive that is Belenus and Áine. It’s a good thing you alerted us to their presence here in Paris. They go by the names of René and Angela. I didn’t expect them to be this old.”
“Well I did, at least Belenus,” the Morrigan declared. “The war to come will need more brains than brawn. The world has changed. And we all know that wisdom only comes with age.”
“You’re right,” admitted Brigantia. “The Fomhóraigh have hidden themselves behind the veils of wise men and women of commerce and politics. Technology and money have replaced the spear and sword. Today we can easily be killed with a well-placed bullet.”
Lugh interjected, “We still need the skills of warfare for the close encounters to come. Thank goodness that when their powers are awakened they will become a bit younger in body. It will be necessary to train them physically, to be warriors.”
Angela turned to René and asked in a soft voice, “Do you feel that? The thrumming?”
He nodded while paying cursory attention to Wanda’s awe from their initial discoveries in Paris. He caught Angel’s eyes as she looked at him and was surprised by an intensity in her gaze. Somehow, she looked just a bit different. Well not exactly different, but more heightened.
“I think it’s coming from you,” she spoke with an air of disbelief.”
“What was that?” Wanda asked as she noticed the mostly quiet interactions between René and Angela.
“We were talking about feeling some sort of vibrations. We both felt it in the Cathedral earlier, and now it is back again,” explained Angela. “Did either of you notice a sort of pulsing sensation in the Cathedral or here in the restaurant?”
“Not really,” offered Tom. “The only thing I can say I feel is a mixture of tiredness and awe. I guess it is mostly sensory overload for me.”
“Same here,” echoed Wanda.
“Likely it is just jet lag,” assured René knowing that he was just offering an excuse to end the conversational thread. “We’ll be feeling the effects of jet lag for at least another two or three days.”
René looked around the busy restaurant searching for something that he thought might be the source of the thrumming. He saw mostly young adults and a few older people, sitting at the various tables, all filled with customers. Most of the patrons appeared to be either college or university students. He assumed that the older patrons were likely either teachers or business people. There was nothing out of the ordinary to be seen as he focused for a few moments at the people sitting at the tables. “’Strange,’ he commented to himself. ‘I swear there is something or someone here that is responsible for these vibrations.’
Satisfied that there were no answers to be found in the restaurant, René turned his attention back to Angle, Wanda and Tom. He gave Angel a startled look.
“Angel,” he said softly. “The thrumming is coming from you.”
The Morrigan leaned closer to speak to her companions, “They know something is up, and it is radiating off of them like crazy. The two of you are going to have to teach them to barricade their essence in a hurry. The last thing they need is to advertise their presence to our ancient enemy before they are ready and capable of dealing with them.”
“We will be meeting them tomorrow afternoon at the Sé de Lisboa. Once that happens, we can begin our work. For now, it’s time to head back to Vienna and get our last preparations taken care of,” Brigantia concluded.
“Take care of them,” the Morrigan cautioned. “They are too important to lose at this time. Something big is on the horizon and we need as many of the Tuatha Dé Danann as we can muster.”
“We’ll be careful and they will be ready,” promised Lugh. “
The group of three rose from their table and left the restaurant without being noticed by any of the other patrons. It was as if they hadn’t even been there except for the evidence of used dishes and a few Euro bills which was more than enough to settle their bill.
“I must have been imagining it all,” admitted Angel. “Right now, all I feel is tired. René let’s go check in to our hotel. I need a rest. You can show Tom and Wanda more of Paris while I rest.”
“I think I need a nap as well,” Wanda acknowledged. “I didn’t sleep well on the plane and it’s catching up with me.”
It was decided that they would all take a few hours for rest before heading out to wander through Montmartre in the evening. Settling the bill with their waitress, they made their way to the metro station and on to their accommodations.