Upon her sudden disappearance the other Gods looked over in shock. Never in their memory had Le Fay missed a gathering – let alone walked out of one. It simply wasn’t heard of. “Where did she go,” asked one God.
“Never mind that. Why did she go,” a goddess asked.
Another goddess rather rudely said, “Who cares. At least the spy is no longer among us.”
This last statement from a young god upset the older gods. They all knew the Le Fay and the trials and tribulations that she suffered over the centuries. It was also an open secret that the way she had survived by gathering information and using it to her benefit.
To call Le Fay anything less than a survivor was an insult. She pulled through more obstacles than any other god or goddess. Those words by the young goddess caused an angry rumbling to start within the icy chamber.
The anger rose amongst them until finally an older goddess spoke up, “Listen here insolent child, you know nothing of the tribulations that my sister, the Le Fay, has been through in these long years. She has seen people learn that just because they followed her ways doesn’t mean she can protect them. That was a recent lesson by mortal standards. Until you walk in her shoes, then you have no room to stand in judgment of her.
“While it is true that I myself may hold little regard for her, I have been in her place. I have seen what mere mortals are capable of doing and how they would often wreck our way of life were they given half the chance," Morrigan replied hotly.
While Morrigan defended her sister many of the younger gods looked up in shock. In all their years they had only heard the Morrigan defend her sister but a handful of times – and each time it was always a noteworthy occurrence when the defense occurred. Their rivalry was well known. More often than not it was the Le Fay who defended the ways of the Morrigan.
Yet the goddess who spoke so rashly was not impressed. As far as she was concerned the Le Fay had long outlived her usefulness to the gods and her people. The goddess decided to make this fact known. “Of what use is the Le Fay to us now,” the goddess shot back angrily.
A deadly silence overcame the gods. The breath that came out of their bodies was hanging frozen in the air between them. This time none of them could believe that a God or Goddess would dare utter such things to the Morrigan. Morrigan was their war face. The shock of such disrespect from a minor goddess was froze all of their faces in horror.
The goddess had straight black hair with royal blue ribbons threaded through it. Her eyes burned as red as the blood that flowed through her veins, around her head she wore a plain black circlet. A black sheath dress hugged her slim form until mid-thigh where it then became tattered strips that reached the floor. On her feet were black boots. The burning of her eyes indicated the depths of her defiance.
Morrigan looked upon the goddess with cold eyes and commanded, “Nemain you will cease your diatribe this instant. I will not have you spreading your special brand panic throughout this gathering. I will not have you causing a war amongst God’s. You are but a minor goddess and your power comes directly from me, you will not divide us,” Morrigan ordered the Nemain.
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