Chapter 2: The triad

unar Palace, year XXX before the last war by Mag Tuired.

Sitting on a beautiful terrace the size of a modern-day helipad, she was on a beautiful marble and ivy throne, a beautiful woman with silver eyes, her slanted pupils thoughtfully gazing at the horizon of the beautiful infinite night, her face outlined soft and porcelain, pink lips pursed thoughtfully. A gentle breeze swayed her crystalline hair, tinkling in the wind, wrapped in a scent of jasmine and bridesmaid, matching her beautiful flowing nightgown, almost as if she floated in light blue tones.

At her feet, barefoot, surrounded her a tiny baby dragon, with equal parts gleaming silver and obsidian scales. She lifted her draconian head, widening her eyes, the color of the green forests of the Faes, watching the figure materialize. She flapped her wings animatedly, calling for the woman's concentration.

- But what do we have here? -A singing voice resounded in the air appearing as if it were smoke. - I never thought to see you so 'stone'. she chuckled, making quotes with her hands, as she admired the beautiful castle and the entrances in front of her with beautiful flowers and vines melting into the structure.

- I did not know that Hecate would appear here, shouldn't you be with your friends from the Greek pantheon? He affirmed, looking her up and down.

She always remembered her sister Morrigan when he saw her, but Hecate was always more playful and savage, not for nothing was she the mother of magic, death, and the moon, her triad.

Dark blue eyes almost black, slanting with that straight raven-black mane, almost floating around her, falling down her shoulders to the floor along with her purple sundress. Her shrewd eyes lined from hers to hers Kohl stared back at him with a raised brow. -No honey, they are a bit fetishists in that world, I like more to visit the one that corresponds to me on the mother's side. His intricate tattoos on her forehead almost seemed to swirl between her eyes. "Besides, I felt like you needed me around here, Dan-dan."

Both face to face, they looked at each other with understanding, and then their eyes turned to the little one who was still fixed to the verbal war that they maintained.

"Look at you ..." His divine eyes gleamed sapphire. -But if it is….

-Yes. -He cut the other one. -I'm afraid to say that in this century that you were gone, one of my sons fell, Nuada. He is my grandson.

-You know I don't mean that. Hecate affirmed, crossing her arms, making, in turn, jingling the rune bracelets that they had on their arms and wrists. -By the way, what does he do that way?

-Well, he has already acquired your token and he prefers to be in that form, I suppose because he is not yet ready to face certain situations.

-Like today, right? After all, it is not every day that the grandson of the Supreme Mother is welcomed. He clicked and when Mothra screamed, then a beautiful and immense night butterfly with pointed wings of the colors of the night approached the edge of the immense railing. -I find it difficult too, so ... See you downstairs! Dan-dan, Ashallyn.

He latched on to her, hurtling into the void, at the entrance to the Lunar castle. Daanna watched her disappear, then looked away from her to see that the dragon had become a beautiful child with hair the color of wheat, upturned nose with its sweet little pointy ears twitching uneasily. Her wooded, innocent gaze fell on her as he grasped the skirt of her nightgown.

-Well, we just have to prepare ... I'll take care of you, mo chridhe. My heart.

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