O'Deaghaidh Family/Celtic Saga Vol 1.

Seamus sat alone in a dirty pub in Heen. A bard sang a song that reminded him of his wife Alana. Something about a sad eyed lady. Being in the drunken state he was in, it was too hard to pick out all the lyrics being sung. Looking into an empty pint glass he thought to all the good times he shared with family, friends and soldiers.

“Another, barkeep!” Seamus yelled.

A pint of dark stout was pushed in front of him, a tingling sensation was filling his stomach and his head. Today was a day to celebrate, well at least in the eyes of Celt it was. Seamus had just paid off all his fines to the government; he expected a much worse punishment for his actions. Like his Grandfather always said “Seamus, if you’re expecting a kick to the balls and you receive a slap in the face. Then it’s a victory!” Always looking on the bright side of life is what Conor O’Deaghaidh was known for.

A stream of black liquid rushed down Seamus’ throat. Every Celt knew one thing, that at the end of the day. No matter what happened there was always a cold pint of Stout to take them away from the disappointments in life. Some Celts became better fighters when they were drunk, some were amazingly poetic with their words and writing. No one really knew what kind of drunk they would be, Seamus always thought of himself as a drunk poet. Hoping one day that he would be romanticized in tales like his forefathers. These things happened to better men, like his brother Erin.

A loud crash was heard outside, it woke Seamus from his day dreaming. Most of the patrons ignored the noise and carried on but Seamus was always one to satisfy his curiosities. Opening the pub door he saw a tall man being held up by a smaller but still tall man.

“One day, in the not too far distant future. I shall be King of the Celts.” The man yelled. Seamus’ eyes were wide with shock. “I Concobhar O’Deaghaidh, son of Erin. Shall take up his rightful place as King!” The words were a bit slurred but Seamus knew exactly what he was saying.

Seamus closed the doors to the pub slowly and slipped back inside. Paranoia was beginning to set in, was his title really wanted that badly by others? Panic set in and the thought of assassination crept into his mind. Concobhar was going to try and kill Seamus, at least that’s what Seamus thought. The only thing Seamus could think of was how to rid Heen of Concobhar. Unfortunately Alana was nowhere around for advice on how to remove people. Now Seamus would wait for his love to return so he could ask the advice he wanted so badly.