Gran and Hero, two archaeology students, become embroiled in an ancient Irish past where nothing is what it should be.
We were riding as fast as we could, the rain was pouring down on our bodies, the mud on the road made it a little difficult for the horse to walk, but even so we didn't stop, it was not long before we arrived at the west gate of Dublin.
I was afraid of what might have happened, it had taken us three days of travelling to get here, and my body was still not fully recovered, the only consolation I had was that at least my mind was calmer about the fatigue caused by the mayus, because I could not really be calm. Helen could be in a cell right now to be tried for being part of the rebellion, just ask Morrigan to be well.
-Boy, we are about to arrive, if what you told us is true, I have to ask you only one thing, control yourself, if things are bad we will see how to solve them, but don't do something stupid, do you understand me?
-Yes, Will, I won't do anything stupid....