Gran and Hero, two archaeology students, become embroiled in an ancient Irish past where nothing is what it should be.
Lay came up to me, touched my forehead, looked at me a bit worried. Amelia was a little jealous of Lay's closeness to me, even though she was used to it.
-Gran, you have a fever, you should stop wearing that.
-Lay, how do you know I'm using the mayus?
Amelia pulled us apart in annoyance.
-I said, 'Stop talking like I don't exist, and tell me what you're talking about.
Lay looked at me to see if I would say something or not.
-Amelia, it's a complicated matter, and forgive me for not telling you, but Lay is my confidant, besides if you're going out with her, I do indeed come in the package... that sounded horrible, don't look at me like that, what I mean is....
-Amelia, I love Gran, he is my brother, he helps me a lot, he also made me start to face my fears to be able to accept the feelings I have for you, that's why I ask you not to ask me his secrets, because I can't tell you.