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Title: Being Irish
Description: The Journal of Adaryn MacFeorais


Celtica - April 24, 2011 04:58 AM (GMT)
OOC: the title comes from a quote supposedly made by William Butler Yeats

"Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy."

Did W.B Yeats say that, or was it Oscar Wilde? Or does it bloody well even matter? No, probably not. The quote is true no matter who uttered it or set pen to paper to preserve it for future generations.

It was said about this world I live in now. This is not my home. No, my home is a few dimensions away from here. It is a place that saw my family gutted by the weaponized test tube offspring of my eldest sister, Kari. The barbarian, for I will always see him as that, killed so many of our clan, starting with Kari and moving down the line. Later he would beg for forgiveness. He may have gotten that from some, but his acts can never be forgotten by anyone.

Tragedy, yes. Bloody, bitter tragedy, but not the first one I ever encountered. Being locked up for years and raped and mentally tortured has to qualify as tragedy as well, even if it gave me one of my greatest joys. If not for Marrac, I would have lost my mind long ago.

The chase for that madman who took my family down led to one world but saw me wind up in another shortly after. There was more joy than pain until the very end of my time there. In that world I was an Avenger. I never really felt I earned that honor. I merely got it because I was with that world's Tony Stark at the time, and they needed a mystic because Wanda Maximoff had joined the X-Men. We had a son, and I pray they are both safe and well, for I know I shall never see them again.

Morgan LeFey made sure my time there was shorter than I would have liked as she ripped my brother Donal, Marrac and myself from that place and sent us headlong to this world. And to this day I have never said a word about what she told me as she sent me here.

"You are nothing more than gossamere to be blown to the hereafter. A spectre. A ghost. Celtica my arse. A piece no longer needed is what you are. And should you step in a place that has an avatar there as well, your life shall be forfeit. The Goddess shall demand her price."

And so I now rest in a world with not only one avatar of the Goddss but two. A world where my family is an army. A world where I know I shall one day be the sacrifice for their continued existence. But Marrac and Donal have found a home here, and I cannot rip them from it to find a place where I might evade this prophecy, this curse upon my soul.

An abiding sense of tragedy. Temporary periods of joy. That sums it all up quite well.


TBC

OOC on the quote: Read more: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/...l#ixzz1KPVSbm9y




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