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Aithne danced around the forest for awhile as a small meadow grew around her, sweet green ivy crawled up trees and sprouted pretty blossoms and roses grew from the floor surrounded by lavenders and tulips. She smiled at the beauty of it and also at the feeling of the pure energy flowing from the small meadow she had risen.
"Aithne," she heard someone call from behind her. "Is that you, my daughter?" Aithne spun around and bowed her head.
"It is me, father." She told her father, Desmond, smiling up at him but it was returned with a cold frown.
"You shouldn't be this far from the camp, wild beast roam these forests." He warned her, trying to scare her away from the Forest.
"The gods will protect me, father." She smiled at him, but her eyes showed her exhaust at his over protective nature. "I am their loyal follower, they will see no harm comes to me." Desmond smiled at his daughter. "And if they fail me, my father's teachings won't." Aithne continued, still smiling at him.
"You are so much like your mother," Desmond chuckled. "Return to the camp, the food will be ready when you get back."

Aithne did not disobey her father and briskly returned to the camp, her youngest brother ran up to her, a toy sword in his hand.
"Ah! A witch of the forest!" He yelled at her and swung his blade in front of her. "Stay back!" He howled and Aithne played along in his little game.
"Stay back, brave celt." She hissed at him. "My power can grant you many things all you must do is ask and I shall give you your wish." Aithne teased.
"No! I slay you, save my people!" He yelled and stabbed Aithne inbetween her arms and torso. Aithne faked a death amd then grabbed her brother.
"I've come back to torture ou, brave celt." She started to tickle her brother, his hysterical giggle making her laugh.
"Aithne, Cormick!" She heard their mother call and stopped tickling her brother.
"Come, little brother, it's time we break our fast." She stood up and took her brother's hand and led him to the food.