If someone asked, I usually said that I don’t know why I stayed.
When the battle dust and magic mist finally settled, and the magic-cocooned planes started arriving, the foreigners were offered the first seats to leave, and some hastily made their way to Dublin Airport seeking to flee this cursed land. Others, though… After four long years of bleeding out to prove our right to live here, most of us couldn’t just get up and go. I’d witnessed my sister being crushed under a giant’s foot and my friends dying by the hands of the mythborn. I heard their screams when enraged bridge dwellers ripped them apart, and I felt the battle l**t when I helped to slay my first screech. No matter what country we were born in, what language we spoke, or what customs we cultivated, we were all Irish in a way
