Same year, in the fields of the Moonwell, Faerie Lands.
In a luminous night of Samhain, whose moon that night heralded bad omens, as a blood red halo surrounded the New Moon of Samhain.
Within the immense fields of the Lunar Well, place of invocations and requests to the lunar goddess, as well as Daanna or even Hecate, a figure could be visualized at the foot of said well made of moonstone; whispers of the air, of the fireflies that ruled the lake where that immense well was floating with small stone paths that were making their way towards it, when at that moment, a cry of pain tore the night sky.
A sob echoed, as an immense light was projected towards the well; just as something ethereal a female figure materialized right next to the other, luminous and silver, Nolune, lunar goddess did the honor of manifesting before the laments.
-Tell me, Eithne, daughter of the demon king Fomorian, why didn't you come to me earlier? .-You could notice a certain reproach in her voice as well as sadness.
The woman who was in a pool of blood coming out of the tissues of her silk dress between her legs with obvious signs of struggle and exhaustion, raised her kaleidoscopic eyes towards the goddess of an infinite universe, the wind moved her mahogany hair that fell her braid undone, while her red lips parted with evident effort.
"There… umm… there are things that have to be when they have to be… agh-she grabbed her swollen belly in a contraction." - Help her ... please ... there is no time ... he ....
-Shhhh .- The goddess silenced her, her opaque eyes, mist in her irises made her silence by putting a finger on her lips - Don't worry, I know what you've come for ... but you already know that everything has a price and we can't give, without giving anything in return - She pursed her lips without looking ugly at all, kneeling before her, her silver hair cascading with small tinkles like diamond, she lifted a part of her tunic the color of twilight to extract a dagger from moon crystal. -If we're going to do this, you know what I'm asking of you.
"I know… quick…" she said moaning as she raised her left palm. "I accept it," she whispered weakly, "As long as you offer protection ...
-Done, it's the most I can offer. -With her right hand raised with a raised knife, she tore the left palm of her hand, as well as Eithne's later, -My blood, your blood ... OUR BLOOD-they raised the two at the same time joining both palms in a pact of brotherhood . -Mo piuthar fala. My blood sister.
An intense wind surrounded them, a diamond dust seemed to begin to fall from the same moon. She raised both hands to the well, dropping drops of both joined bloods, reddening the crystal blue waters of it.
-Mo piuthar fala. Eithne said, closing her eyes for a moment almost leaving.
-It's time, piuthar. Sister.
She took her hands away, put her knife away; Having done this, she brought her hands to the woman's belly, bleeding in a labor that was too complicated for how weak and injured the young woman was, she did not even know how she had gotten there.
A chant began, a green light appeared from her palms and the young woman began to stir restlessly and hurt; clutching desperately trying to make noise or alert her presence, she pushed with a force she didn't think she had. The goddess lowered her hands with her healing radiance beneath the skirts of her dress.
A small head appeared, joining the cry of a life born and another that was abandoned at the same time. The baby looked at the goddess opening her little eyes, causing her to hold back a gasp. -Rest at the source, Eithne of the Fomorian, of the arcana Fomorii. Do chompanach beatha. Your life partner. He is waiting for you right here to take you… -she observed the man who had materialized approaching the woman who lay in death.
A bow from the brave warrior whose gaze was that of the fire as well as his hair, in gratitude for all that was given. At that moment Thanatos appeared embracing both mystical souls with a wink towards Nolune.
-Alea brags est. As those Romans say. He-he whispered he cradling the baby watching everything that happened.