Chương 2: Fate breaker
Finn, nestled in Danu's arms, felt the warmth and comfort of the goddess's presence. He had been alone and scared, and now, someone was finally treating him with the love and care he longed for. As Danu tried to set him down, Finn's desperation took over. He didn't want to lose this moment, this feeling of being cherished. So, he did the only thing he could—he started to cry.
Danu, startled by his cries, looked down at him with concern. "What is wrong, little one? Are you still hungry? I just fed you," she murmured, trying to soothe him.
But Finn's cries only grew louder, his tiny fists clenching as he tried to hold on to her. Danu, seeing that her usual methods of comfort weren't working, began to worry. She attempted to use her powers to conjure a bottle of milk, but to her surprise, nothing happened. She tried again, but still, her powers failed her. A sense of unease crept in as she watched Finn continue to cry, his distress pulling at her heartstrings.
Finally, she made a decision. If she couldn't use her powers to feed him, there was only one other way. With a gentle determination, Danu brought Finn closer to her chest, offering him the nourishment he so desperately needed. Finn, though momentarily embarrassed by the situation, instinctively began to nurse, his cries quickly subsiding as he found comfort in her embrace.
As she watched him, a tender smile spread across Danu's face. "Aww, you're so cute," she whispered, her voice filled with affection. The more she looked at him, the more her resolve strengthened. She couldn't just leave him here, not after everything he had been through. The connection she felt with him was undeniable. "I will take you as my child," she declared softly.
The moment the words left her lips, the world around them seemed to react. The heavens above trembled, the forest quivered, and the very earth shook as if acknowledging the bond she had just formed with Finn. Danu's smile grew wider, her decision solidified by the universe's response.
However, before she could act on her decision to take him to heaven, a presence descended upon them. A man clad in golden armor, holding a spear and exuding an aura of authority, appeared before them. His regal bearing and commanding presence marked him as no ordinary figure.
"Danu," the man greeted, his voice deep and resonant. "What are you doing here?"
Danu's expression shifted as she recognized the newcomer. "Lugus," she acknowledged, her tone respectful yet firm. Lugus, known as the Celtic version of the king of the gods, was not someone she had expected to encounter here.
Lugus looked down at the baby in her arms, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You intend to take this child to heaven?" he questioned, a note of concern in his voice. "This child has a destiny he must fulfill."
Danu's eyes flashed with defiance. "And why must I not take my son with me?" she challenged, her protective instincts flaring up.
Lugus was taken aback, his confusion evident. "Son? Since when did you give birth to another one?" he asked, his gaze flickering between Danu and the baby in her arms.
Danu's grip on Finn tightened slightly as she met Lugus's gaze. "Since now," she replied, her voice unwavering. "This child may not be of my blood, but he is my son in all the ways that matter. I have chosen him, and I will protect him."
Lugus frowned, clearly conflicted. "Danu, you know the rules," he began, but Danu cut him off with a sharp look.
"I know the rules, Lugus," she said firmly. "But sometimes, rules must be broken for the sake of something greater. This child is special, and I will not abandon him to a fate he cannot control."
Lugus sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. He knew better than to argue with Danu when she was like this. "Very well," he conceded, though his tone was reluctant. "But know that by claiming him as your own, you are taking on a great responsibility. His destiny is intertwined with forces beyond even our understanding."
Danu nodded, her resolve unshaken. "I am prepared to face whatever comes," she said, her voice steady. "This child will grow strong, and he will be ready for whatever his destiny holds."
With that, Lugus gave a curt nod, Danu alone with Finn once more. She looked down at the now-quiet baby in her arms, her heart swelling with love and determination.
"Don't worry, little one," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "You are safe now. I will be with you every step of the way."
And so, with a heart full of purpose, Danu prepared to take Finn to her realm, knowing that their journey together was only just beginning.
Lugus watched Finn closely, then turned to Danu with a thoughtful expression. "You know, the child is very lucky that he ended up here. Who knows what might have happened if he had been reborn in India or whatever remains of it after the Mushroom War... or even in America."
Danu nodded, her gaze still fixed on Finn. "Yes, I have no idea what the King of Gods in India or the Greek gods would have done with him."
Lugus sighed deeply. "Indeed. Indra or Zeus... really, what's with thunder gods being both arrogant and paranoid?"
Before the conversation could continue, a sudden burst of light descended from the heavens. Lugus and Danu instinctively shielded their eyes as the brilliance of the light momentarily blinded them. When they could see again, they found themselves facing a figure with sun-yellow hair, clad in armor that radiated an aura of power and authority. A sword was strapped to his back, and his eyes held a warrior's resolve. It was Lug, the Celtic Sun God.
Lug's presence demanded attention as he stepped forward, his gaze locking onto Lugus. "If you plan to stop the child from going to heaven, I will not allow it," he declared, his voice firm and unyielding.
Lugus blinked, caught off guard. "What?"
Danu, seeing where this was headed, couldn't help but groan in exasperation. She rubbed her forehead in frustration before addressing the situation. "Lug, my dear fellow primordial, did you miss the other half of the conversation?"
Lug, looking slightly puzzled, turned his attention to Danu. "Other half?"
Danu sighed, gesturing to Finn, who was still in her arms, now quietly observing the situation. "Lugus was actually advising caution, not forbidding the child from going anywhere. And I've already claimed this child as my own. We're simply discussing what's best for him."
Lug's stern expression softened as he processed her words. "Ah, I see... my apologies. I was merely concerned for the child's safety and future."
Lugus shook his head, now smiling slightly. "It's good to know you're protective, Lug. But yes, we're all on the same side here."
Danu looked down at Finn, who had stopped crying and was now curiously watching the gods around him. "We just need to ensure that wherever this child goes, he's protected and given the chance to grow strong. His destiny, whatever it may be, needs to be fulfilled."
Lug nodded in agreement, his initial tension dissipating. "Indeed. This child will need guidance, but he also has the potential to bring about great change."
Lugus folded his arms, his gaze still on Finn. "Then it's settled. We'll make sure he's protected, but his path is his own to walk."
Danu smiled softly at Finn, who reached out to touch her cheek, sensing the warmth and kindness in her heart. "Don't worry, little one," she whispered, "with all of us watching over you, you'll be just fine."
With that, the gods collectively decided to support Danu in raising Finn, knowing that his unique circumstances would require their combined wisdom and power. Finn, now embraced as Danu's son, had unknowingly become a focal point of attention among some of the most powerful beings in the Celtic pantheon.
Meanwhile in a different realm, someone was writing something, who was this person, first it is a woman, she has raven black hair, wearing a beautiful midnight black dress, she had a crown and a crow to her side, this Woman was Morrigan, the Celtic God of War, Destiny, Death and fertility, she could be said to the Celtic version of the what the the Greeks call the Fate's.
Morrigan, the Celtic Goddess of War, Destiny, Death, and Fertility, sat in her dimly lit chamber, her raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders. She was clad in a midnight black dress, adorned with a crown that symbolized her dominion. A crow, her loyal companion, perched beside her, its eyes gleaming with a knowing intelligence.
As she meticulously inscribed the intricate threads of destiny, her quill danced across the pages of the ancient Book of Fates. This was no ordinary book; it held the destinies of countless souls, and Morrigan had the solemn duty of weaving their fates into the grand tapestry of existence. Today, she was writing something extraordinary, something that had captivated her more than any other: the destiny of the hero of Ooo, Finn.
However, as she etched the final strokes of his fate, something unprecedented occurred. The ancient book, which had withstood the passage of millennia, began to crack. The very fabric of its being seemed to rebel against her. Morrigan's eyes widened in shock as the cracks spread like a spider's web across the surface of the tome. She instinctively stepped back, her heart racing with a sense of foreboding.
Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, the page she had been writing on—the one titled "The Hero of Ooo, Finn"—began to glow with an otherworldly light. The entire book shuddered violently, and with a deafening explosion, it erupted, sending Morrigan crashing against the walls of her chamber.
Dazed and disoriented, Morrigan slowly rose to her feet, her vision blurred from the impact. As the dust and debris settled, she saw the remnants of the Book of Fates before her. But something was different, something was wrong. The book, once a singular, immutable record of destiny, was now transforming.
The fragments of the book began to reassemble themselves, but not into their original form. Instead, they coalesced into a new, unfamiliar shape. The aura it emitted was different, more powerful, more chaotic. Morrigan's breath caught in her throat as she realized what she was witnessing.
The new book floated before her, its cover now a dark, shimmering surface that seemed to shift and change with every glance. It was alive, pulsating with a new energy, an energy that defied the natural order she had always known.
Morrigan, her voice trembling with disbelief, whispered, "What... how... what is this?"
The crow beside her cawed loudly, sensing the disturbance in the air. Morrigan reached out with a trembling hand, her fingers brushing against the book's surface. As she made contact, a surge of power coursed through her, filling her with knowledge and visions that she could barely comprehend.
This was no ordinary book. It was something new, something that had never existed before. The destiny she had been writing for Finn, the hero of Ooo, had somehow triggered a transformation in the very essence of fate itself.
Morrigan's mind raced, trying to piece together what this could mean. Was this an anomaly, a singular event, or the beginning of something much larger? One thing was certain: Finn's destiny was no longer just a story to be written—it had become something far more significant, something that even the gods themselves could not fully control.
And with that realization, Morrigan knew that the balance of power, the very nature of destiny, had been irrevocably altered. The implications of this were vast and unknowable, and it would be up to her—and perhaps others—to understand and guide this new force.
As she stood there, the new book floating ominously before her, Morrigan could only wonder what fate had in store for Finn, for herself, and for all of existence.
Morrigan's eyes narrowed as she stared at the ever-shifting pages of Finn's destiny. What had once been a clear and unchanging path was now in constant flux. The lines of fate, which had always been etched in stone, were now as fluid as water, changing with each passing second. This was something she had never encountered before—a destiny that refused to be bound by the ancient rules of fate.
"The future... it is no longer set in stone," Morrigan murmured to herself, her voice laced with awe and concern. She watched as the fate of Finn, once a fixed narrative, twisted and turned unpredictably, dragging along with it the destinies of others connected to him. Jake, the loyal companion, Ice Queen, the tragic monarch, Princess Bubblegum, the scientific ruler—all their fates were now intertwined with Finn's chaotic and uncharted future.
Morrigan flipped through the pages, her heart pounding as she saw more and more familiar names—characters whose destinies had once been as clear as day, now caught in the maelstrom that Finn's existence had created. The intricate web of fate was unraveling, and new possibilities, new realities, were being born with each passing moment.
But then, something even more perplexing caught her eye. Amidst the chaotic changes, a name began to emerge, taking shape on the page that had once been Finn's. The letters formed slowly, deliberately, as if the very essence of fate itself was struggling to bring this name into being.
"Cu Chulainn?" Morrigan whispered, her eyes widening in recognition and disbelief.
Cu Chulainn, the legendary hero of the Ulster Cycle, one of the greatest warriors of Celtic mythology. But what did this ancient figure have to do with Finn? How could the destiny of a hero from a different age, a different world, be converging with that of the hero of Ooo?
Morrigan's mind raced as she tried to make sense of it all. Was Finn somehow connected to Cu Chulainn? Was he a reincarnation, a successor, or something else entirely? The implications were staggering. If Finn's fate was now intertwined with that of Cu Chulainn, it meant that the very fabric of reality was being rewritten. The myths, the legends, the ancient prophecies—everything was in flux.
As she pondered the significance of this revelation, Morrigan felt a chill run down her spine. The appearance of Cu Chulainn's name could not be a mere coincidence. It was a sign that something monumental was at play, something that could reshape not just the world of Ooo, but perhaps all worlds.
Morrigan knew she had to act. She could not allow this unprecedented change to unfold without understanding its full implications. The balance of fate was her domain, and she would not let it spiral out of control without a fight.
But as she reached out to grasp the new book, to try and wrest control of the situation, the book suddenly resisted. It pulsed with an energy that pushed her back, a force that was beyond even her formidable powers.
Morrigan staggered, her hand recoiling as the book floated away from her reach. It was clear now—this was no longer her domain to control. The rules had changed, and Finn, whether he knew it or not, had become a key player in a much larger game.
As the book settled back into its place, glowing with an ominous light, Morrigan stared at it with a mix of determination and dread. She had always been the master of fate, but now, for the first time in her existence, she was faced with a future that was truly unknown.
"Cu Chulainn... Finn... What does this mean?" Morrigan whispered into the silence of her chamber.
The only answer she received was the soft rustling of the pages, as the new fate of the hero of Ooo continued to write itself, one unpredictable moment at a time.
To be continued
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