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Stefan James O'Byrne looked with surprised irritation at the raven's image which was suddenly burned into the flesh of his forearm. He knew that his younger brother, Keegan was dead. He had felt his death. He gently touched the scorch mark and knew that Aine, too, had died. With a sad sigh he put down the hammer and thrust the half finished sword into the water. With a thought, he doused the fire.
He looked way off into the distance. It had been a long time since he had last been in Ireland. Resigned, he packed up his home and headed north.