The slaughter was immense, for the Isles would not back down. They fought on, yelling their slogan, hurling themselves at the Bodyguard, “another for Donald” they cried, as the Bodyguard chopped them down, “another for Donald.” That was a cry that I would never forget as the Islesmen fought evilness with raw courage. They were proud to die in the service of their chief, but that was always the way of the Gael.
“Fergus! I can feel it. The orb approaches. If Clan Donald holds out, they have a chance.”
“What orb?” I asked, “what is this orb?”
“Wait and you will see. But Fergus!” The child's voice rose to a scream, “help me!”
I looked over; the creature had stopped its game and was staring at me through those depthless eyes. “Fergus Scott,” it said, and stood from the table. “You are inter
