Celtic Rain (The Battle Raven Series) by Isabelle Stewart Page A

the shadow darkened it formed the shape of a man.
    “Eion!” Aodhan made his way to the web stopping just short a few feet from it. The spheres light shone brighter the closer he got.
    Eion wearily raised his head looking relieved. “It’s about time. Blaine what took you so long?” His head dropped back down.
    Aodhan tossed the Lapisphere at the web. It floated for a second and streaked to the web catching itself by the Druid’s side. The web begun to glow and even brighter blue.
    Lara drew her eyes away from the web to Aodhan. “Blaine? Who’s that and how do we get him out? He doesn’t look too good. I’m not sure if he would make it back to the jeep.”
    “We will not be going back. Blaine is my father and the Lapisphere will give Eion enough Druids light to strengthen him.”
    Lara turned her attention back to Eion and was amazed that after a few short moments he looked better. She started walking toward the web. Her arm was suddenly snatched back. Lara ended up catching herself before falling back into Aodhan. Third time . . . not a charm, she thought.
    Aodhan pulled her to him and whispered “You risk being caught in the web yourself. That is why I have only moved so far. As soon as Eion gathers enough strength he will break out of it.”
    Just as he spoke of it the light of the web faded and Eion dropped to the ground. Aodhan ran to his side and carefully sat him up picking up Eion’s Lapisphere and handed it to him.
    “My Lapisphere, thank you for returning it to me. The descendant is with you Blaine?”
    Aodhan ignored the fact that Eion thought he was his father and answered.
    “Yes she is with me. Apologies for not getting here sooner. I was going to follow your trail first then sensed the others were behind me. Their goal was to get to the descendant. I decided to track down Lara through her parents and found her first.”
    Aodhan flashed back to the short meeting with her father pretending that he was an old friend from Ireland. He thought he could pull it off with her parents with the accent and he did come from Ireland, in a roundabout sort of way. Aodhan was still puzzled as to why her father so easily gave out the information. He’ll have to look into that later. He studied Eion to make certain he truly was recovering.
    “As soon as you are ready we have to leave this place. Faolan could still be out there somewhere.”
    Eion looked at the man beside him and tried to shake the bleariness out of his head. When his eyes were less clouded he rubbed his beard and studied the man next to him.
    “Your father? Aodhan? I suppose it has been that long. You have grown and look so much like him.” Eion rubbed his eyes and shook his head to clear out the cobwebs.
    “You were becoming a man when I left. It looks like your father ended up raising you as a tracker after all. I thought that Orla would have put an end to it.”
    Eion sat up straighter and brushed some of the dirt off of his cloak and looked at Lara and Kedryn.
    “I thought you would have had a harder time convincing her to join you.” He pulled his cloak tighter around him. “From what I observed she has the stubbornness of her ancestors in her.”
    “Didn’t have much choice.” Lara said.
    “I assume not. I have a few questions.” Eion said as he cleared his throat again. He looked to Kedryn who reached into his pack and grabbed some water out and gave it to Eion.
    “Thank you. I am quite desperate for a drink.” Eion turned his attention back to Aodhan. “Did you say Liam? As in Tormey’s son? What does he have to do with this?” he let out a frustrated sigh. “I have been gone far too long.” Eion tried to stand up, swayed and sat back down.
    Aodhan looked at him concerned “I will explain some now so that you can rest some?”
    Eion adjusted his cloak tightly around him. “What events have I missed?”
    “Lady Paili filled in for Lord Faolan when he disappeared. Whatever plans he had I am certain she followed through