Tales of the Tuatha ( chapter 19 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

 wherein Niamh encounters the raven thief again  “for I am a wild and a lonely child.” The children were gone. Niamh cradled the pouch wearily, – four dreams yet to find! The island beckoned in the distance. The dying sun was falling from the sky as luminous light bled out between the shadows of the late…

Tales of the Tuatha (chapter 18 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

The Butterfly’s Deliverance Niamh’s eyes closed and she lay back wearily. In the dream mists the black swan from the cavern river appeared and offered to take her to the island.  She was stepping forward to accept when she noticed the butterfly on the ground doing battle with a wasp and trying to avoid being stung. In pity she…

Tales of the Tuatha (chapters 16 and 17 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

On Mother’s Day  Another Dream Retrieved and The Butterfly’s Kiss Snatching the jewel from under the thirsty butterfly,  she returned it to the pouch.  The creature flew to her lips as though to kiss her but instead, Niamh sensed a slight admonishing sting before it fluttered off on a casual breeze. Light-headed, she walked toward the shoreline and sat, certain…

Tales of the Tuatha (Chapter 15 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

The Butterfly’s dew drop Niamh made her way carefully through the tree cavern in the direction where she had seen the swan on the lagoon. Water was flowing swiftly beside her.  She thought she heard the wail of the Bean Sidhe in the darkness and she trembled. Where had the raven flown with his prize?  As she stepped out into…

Tales of the Tuatha ( chapter 14 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

The Tree Dragon’s Eye The sky kept changing, changing! Was Aine angry with her? The tree dragon menaced.  “Well!” he demanded, “what of my payment?” Looking up, she saw a single shining sphere gazing at her through the foliage. With an astonished recognition she replied, “Why sir, you already have my payment! The eye you possess is one…

Tales of The Tuatha (chapter 12 of the keep it sweet and short tales)

Old Dragon Toes Niamh  floated upward toward the threshold. Was she sleeping still?  Her lost dreams needed to be recovered before she could return to the mound, and she still hadn’t found the sacred spring. Thoughts of Bran in his cold, wet grave tormented her. She was sure she had heard his voice but again, was it…