7.
Deadlock Sundown
Ferdia had never battled a single opponent for so long. The sun had just been three-quarters of the way past its highest point when he had completed his stomach-lurching transportation to the Clochán and now the shimmering orb was nestling down upon the horizon, casting a brilliant orange fire into the sky which reflected, sparkling across the calm, rippling waves.
Clochán
His arms and shoulders burned, his legs were leaden, sweat plastered his coal-black hair across his brow and the dark ashes upon his cheeks dripped along the line of his chin; perspiration, mixed with the endless tears of his curse. A malediction which he had a chance to dispel if only he could vanquish the hateful creature that lashed at him with those sharply-tipped whips that sprouted from an
