For Lands Lost and Gained

The ships burned.

Orange and yellow flames licking and dancing all about, consuming the ships that had brought them safely to this Place.
Hard it had been to bring fire to bite, in this wet land with cloud close down and rain falling.   The seers had spoken true and now the Dagda stood upon new ground with all of the work ahead of him and the Tuatha de Dannan standing behind.

He had felt the heavy frightened gaze of the People upon him as he struck again and again with his tools and hands to bring the spark to flame and the flame to take hold.

His eyes left the flames to their dancing to roam those gathered all about, the hardy, the wilful, the survivors. Gathered together from the ships, brought from the four great cities, these people became as one.

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