-Belenus, you should not be in your position, it's going to be the moon change.
-Yes, that's why I come to see you from her -Sus penetrating golden eyes of her pierced her, I wanted to give you a good rest, but I see that you're well busy ...
She watched the stay until her eyes fell on Caith Sith and then, in baby NYX; Expanding her eyes, she abruptly turned her head towards Nolune.
- What the hell…!?
A pounding on the doors that giving the balcony cut the rest of the phrase, for the moment. Nolune sat up centrally hiding her pendant, and made her hand by opening the glass doors letting a beautiful and huge night bird enter; A beautiful owl of white feathers and blackhead fell on the arm offered by the love of him.
- What happens Midnight?
"Mrs., lady," said something overwhelmed. "Mrs. Daanna claims you all, something terrible, terrible.
-Okay, thank you, you can rest, immediately I'm going.
Both, Nolune and Belenus, looked at themselves disconcerted because that kind of call was never made since the fifth War of Mag Tuired. Something very fat must have happened. It seemed that it was going to be true and everything had started but in a chaotic way.
That same night, the Lunar Palace, Mag Tuired.
Murmurs in the darkness, the sound of a heartbreaking shout of loss, and a lot of confusion were heard that night. Daanna was shattered, the consort of her, Dagda, was prostrate in a bed as if she were a wax figure, but the sounds of his heart united and was still alive, but latent. Sadly prostrate on her knees with her arms in her love body.
- What happened Dan-Dan? -Ocate was presented instantly. -Where is Ashallyn?
-It is not ... they have taken it! She said broken and bewildered. -Who maybe he's going to pay. They drained it ...
- How they took it! What happened to Dagda? It seems as if…
They drained her immortal energy.
"But that can only happen ..." he said Hecate with gravity, her gray eyes became sharp and the torn pupil of her shrugged.
"They took their clársach, Arpa, it's his nucleus, his but as God. I do not know how it happened, but something also involved at my little Ashallyn. -rage and anger distilled his tired eyes, "I can not do anything, we are united by Snaidhm Gu Imre Mhath, perennial knot, we are united in heart and soul, he weakens ... if I leave here he will die, and I will not want. Another thing to go with him. Please, Hecate, do not let this be like that. He pleaded to him with all the pain of an immortal, who sees his life from him escape, his love of shared millennia.