I had been wisped away into the highlands of Scotland and moors of Ireland where my ancestors are. Funny, I'm not like my ancestors, running around with blue paint on our bodies, naked with weapons in their hands. Somehow I am drawn to my heritage and none of my family knows this side of me. I feel very connected like I'm a vessel of my ancestors. They speak in foreign languages which I picked up. But now I can speak a bit of their language and songs. I just have to dance but that would be impossible for the time being. I pray to my ancestors every night to be strong and to be brave and to seize the day and hopefully, I can get married to a person of the same bloodline.
The end.
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Selkies, Gaelic Songs, and Highlander Mythology: Short Stories
FantasyHighlanders myths, and the songs by the people of Scotland and Ireland that they sing in Gaelic have inspired these short stories. I always use selkies as a way of speaking my truth. Selkies are humanoid creatures who can shapeshift between human a...
