Brand's Catharsis

Ireland! Brand flung his duffle across the room, barely hitting the bed in his frustration. He knew his dad had been downsized last month. This was supposed to be a blessing, the inheritance left by an uncle he'd never heard of, coming to them at this point in time. But he had just started to come out of his shell. He had just made starting string on the rugby team back in Canada, all his friends were there, he'd even caught the eye of Kellie, and now this! Ireland!

His mother had dropped him off at the old house and headed back to town to pick up some milk and bread, just a couple of staples to hold them until they could take stock and settle in. With his father arriving later on this week, he was on his own for now. Shrugging, he decided to make the best of a bad situation and he started exploring the rambling structure.

As he moved from room to room, heading up stairs and down passages at random, he soon realized he had no idea where he was. Judging by the ache in his legs he had covered miles, but that wasn't possible. Was it?

"Yep, 'tis!" A voice from the shadows quipped.

"Who's there?" Brand froze, peering into the gloom.

"Aye, an ye can hear me, that's promising." As he watched, a sprite flickered into sight, sitting cross legged on top of an old trunk.

Brand , stunned, just stared.

"Little slow are ye?" She sighed, "Well at least ye have the right blood."

"Blood?" Brand questioned.

"Aye, the last one to wear the crown; at least he left this house to family that shared his blood. I'm Skealien, a sprite, and unless I miss my guess, your in for a crash course in myths and nightmares My Liege. The darknesses are massing."