Big move (note from the author)

I must apologise for my lapse in writing.
I was making a big move to a sailboat and had no time to write.
and even though I have a little more time I will not always be able post as frequently as I would like.
but I will try.


sincerely,
Alistair Dysart

A Bridge

OK, so I got out of the hotel via the bathroom window. And when i got out into the parking lot, guess who came out of the hotel? My brother, I can't believe he found me. I wonder if he put a tracking device on me or something. No, he can't afford a tracking device. Anyways, I'm under a bridge right now so it's pretty loud. I can barley hear myself think and it sounds almost like the bridge is crumbling to the ground around me. But at least I should be safe here for awhile, and as the sun sets the sound of traffic grows less and less. OK I'm going to try to get some sleep now, so if you don't hear from me for a couple of days that means either one of the many Celtic Gods has found me or my brother has.


till next time,
Fiona S.

Alright I don't have much time, but I'll try to get as much info into the post as I can. OK where to begin...ah I know. My name is Fiona Scrymgeour, I'm twelve-years-old, I am being chased down by psycho maniac Gods just because I have some sacred Druid Book thing and my brother wants to kill me. Well he doesn't want to kill me per say, he's just mad cause I "borrowed" his precious book from him and now he wants it back. I don't even know why he likes it so much, it's just some old book he found in an old ruin. Besides it's written completely in old Scottish Gaelic, I doubt he can even read it. Any ways I Ju-oh no. OK somebody just knocked on the door to my hotel room, so I have to go. I'll continue this later when I find a safe place to hide


until then,
Fiona S.

you should know...

this Blog is purely for the entertainment of the reader. none of this story is true, unless you the reader decide to believe it that it is.
with that said I hope you enjoy the tale I tell



Sincerely,
Alistair Dysart

Catching up with the Story

Dear Reader,
I am writing this to warn you of the dangers of the Supernatural. You see the Celtic Gods such as Abcán, Crom Cruach and Flidais, are real and they walk among us. But this is a bad thing. Cause over the years the less they were worshiped the more they got mad, and angry Gods aren't good. You're probably thinking 'why didn't the Gods just demonstrate their power and make people worship them again?' well the simple answer to that is they also lose their powers when they aren't worshiped, which is exactly why they didn't just kill us all and take over our world when they could. So now they have come to earth to hunt the relatives of the Druids (Druids being the only people that are able to make sacrifices to the Gods) and make them resume their ancestors practices so that the Gods can become powerful again. My Brother believes that it is his job to stop them. It all started when my brother was Nine-Years-Old. He was exploring a near-by ruin, supposedly a place where the Druids used to practice their arts, when He stumbled upon a wooden chest. After striking the lock several times with a large rock He had found, He opened it and within was the book that changed Our lives forever...