Chapter 51
All along the shores, Druids cast prayers, spells, and spears at a befuddled and fearful Roman army as it slowly, methodically, disembarked from the many, many, flat-bottomed boats arriving like waves upon the shore. The Roman soldiers, who had heard plenty of myths and legends about these strange people, were staring statues, afraid of the mythical might of the Druids of lore.
Silurian men and women alike screamed and ran back and forth along the shore, hurling curses against the soldiers, who were surprised by the preparedness of the Druids of Mona. They had been told not to heed the magic of the priests, but no one had told them the Druids would be standing on the shore waiting for them, unafraid, unfettered by the fear of death. The Romans had believed what Caesar had written about them; that they were aged and weak, slightly off-center and without bloodlust.