Warre
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“Daniel, Daniel, Daniel meboy!” that sentence run through the forested hills of old Warre, the hills of Warestyr, the land of the Warreics. Through the coast lands of Kilkerry, the words rang out- a call which might well have knocked snow from the mountain tops themselves.
And so he stopped, the dark haired lad who's name was Daniel. Daniel Mac Aodha Ui Kilkerry, son of Katha Mac Aodha Ui Tyrell, though the boy was illegitimate, so carried not his mother's family name, only the clann name and the place of his birth and sproutin'. He had never known his father, but had had all the fathers he could ask for- men of legend in his story books, the uncles, cousins and godfathers all about; they all spoiled him and inspired him, even if he had no man to call 'da', even if his childhood was one to rival Setanta himself, that Hound of Chullain's fighting nothing compared to Daniel Mac Aodha.
Yet he was no warrior, not in the traditional sense. His profession lay in his hands and his feet and his mouth and his mind, he was his axe hammering for long hours to drop ancient oaks, he was his own weaver's needle carving a tapestry from life. As his family, his friends, his kinsmen, his countrymen- they called out a mournful set of words hidden behind silence. It rang clearer than a zealot's bell deep within the Dominican Catholic cities of the far south, in the Germanias and Gallias.
Even the wind seemed to whisper a mournful tune to him of farewell, for his task was one which no man in a hundred years- five hundred years, had succeeded in. Daniel was a Boreasic Messenger, one of the Fini and more than simply a member of that legendary tradition. He was a member of the Ard Ri of Warre's Fini, yes- but he had a calling beyond that.
He was a dreamer.
A man must follow his dreams.
For only the Brave live Forever.