Chapter 4

"NO!! BLOODY HELL!" Erik roared as he shot up from the bed. Another pound on his door. He flew to it and threw it open. "WHAT THE HELL?! HAVE YOU ANY IDEA WHAT YOU JUST DID YOU BLOODY IDIOT!?" he roared in Malcolm's face.

""Tis nigh time ye woke." He replied coolly.

"I'D RATHER STILL BE ASLEEP!!" Erik yelled. Malcolm moved past him and into the chamber, and grimaced at the sight of Erik's naked form…and apparently he hadn't yet recovered from the dream.

"Where you dreaming about her again?"

"Aye, I was till I was woken from it." Erik growled, moving to collect his plaid, dressing himself. "Christine." He whispered to himself.

"What was tha'?" Malcolm asked.

"Christine, that's her name. My dream-me asked her, and she replied Christine. Sounds like the name of an angel."

"That's all that happened?" he inquired, eyebrows coming together in confusion.

"No, ye bastard! I was about to make sweet love to her and you interrupted!" he yelled.

"I dinna ken ye were about to love her, sorry mate." He said he said with his hands up, shielding himself from Erik's shouts.

Erik's demeanor changed as he thought on her again.

"Know you any lasses with that name?" Erik asked.

"Nay, 'Tis a rare name." Malcolm replied.

"'Tis a rare woman who would accept my face." Erik threw back. Too agitated for anything else, Erik paused, "I need to go to the stones." He stalked over to the desk in the room and withdrew a scrap of parchment and a ink well and quill, scratched something down and retreated. "I shall be back." And with that he was gone.


She felt like crying. Why? Why does it always end right when something amazing is about to happen? This dream had been a bit different, she learned his name. Erik. Such a strong name for a strong man. A strong, sinfully beautiful and intensely sexual man.

A loud knock sounded at her door. "Christine?" Larry called from the other side.

"Hold on a minute." She replied, as she got out of bed and put a robe on before opening the door to let the man in.

"Good morning, Sunshine." He said with a big smile.

"Highly debatable." She said dryly.

"Well, I have something that might cheer you up. There are two men out in the lobby who are positively delicious."

"I don't want any of them, I want-"

"You dreamed about your hot warrior guy again didn't you?" he said knowingly. She nodded. "Well Christine, maybe if you had a man in your bed-"

"Then I'd forget the man in my head, yeah, yeah." She finished. "Only thing is the only man I want in my bed, is the one in my head."

"That sucks." He said frankly.

"Well let's get up and go to the circle, I feel we have a long day ahead of us."


Tomnaverie Stone Circle. Right over the hill from Malcolm's castle. Of all the stone circles in Scotland, Erik's Druid senses told him it was the strongest. He came often to pray and perform his druidic duties. If the Scottish weren't at war with the English he'd go to England to use the most powerful Stonehenge, but as it were, he could not. He knelt in the middle of the circle and prayed.

Give thou thine heart to the wild magic,
To the Lord and the Lady of Nature,
Beyond any consideration of this world.

Do not covet large or small,
Do not despise weakling or poor,
Semblance of evil allow not near thee,
Never give nor earn thou shame.

The Ancient Harmonies are given thee,
Understand them early and prove,
Be one with the power of the elements,
Put behind thee dishonour and lies.

Be loyal to the Lord of the Wild Wood,
Be true to the Lady of the Stars,
Be true to thine own self besides,
True to the magic of Nature above all else.

Do not thou curse anyone,
Lest thou threefold cursed shouldst be,
And shouldst thou travel ocean and earth,
Follow the very step of the ancient trackways.

Erik reached out with his soul and prayed again.

Grant, O Goddess Danu , Thy Protection;
And in protection, strength;
And in strength, understanding;
And in understanding, knowledge;
And in knowledge, the knowledge of justice;
And in the knowledge of justice, the love of it;
And in that love, the love of all existences;
And in the love of all existences, the love of Gods and Goddesses.
Gods and Goddesses and all goodness.

"Let her be real." Erik added quietly as he held the parchment he had written on. He kissed in and tossed it in the circle. A Fierce wind blew from no where and Erik narrowed his eyes. He looked towards the castle and saw horsemen approaching. Without a thought he left the windy circle and headed back to the fortress. ~;~ "Would you come on we are almost there!" Christine said, pointing to the stone circle in the distance. "I can't find the bag with the plaid." Larry said with his butt sticking out the door of the car. "What do you mean you can't find a seven hundred year old preserved Scottish satchel and plaid?" she said carefully. "It's not here in the car. You have the parchment don't you?" he asked still rummaging about the car. "Of course I do, but we need the bag." She said earnestly. She looked around her and sighed. It was so beautiful here. Something in the distance caught her eye. "Hey what's that over there?" She saw a field of large flat stone. "The travel guide said it's the ruins of some castle. Look, I must have left it in the room; I can go back and get it." He said turning around. "Would you please? I might be helpful." She said turning back around. "Yeah, stay here I'll be back in a bit." Larry ran over to the driver's side of the car and got in. "Don't do anything stupid. I expect you to be here when I get back." He laughed. "Don't worry about me just hurry and go get it." Christine said. Larry laughed and drove off leaving Christine alone on the hill. She picked up her backpack and started towards the stone circle. The land was so beautiful; so green and purple. She walked up the hill and found herself on the edge of the circle and stopped. Her backpack dropped on the ground and she knelt in front of it as she extracted the ancient parchment from its protective bag. She read it to herself over and over again in her head. "Air Saoradh, Air Mac-Ionmhainn, Fad Beatha." Christine whispered the ancient words into the cool Scottish morning. The second she finished the last syllable a fierce wind blew around her. Standing and looking around her she noticed the sky changing. Morning was becoming evening. Pink sky turned to dark purple and the sun moved. On the horizon in was hiding itself. The wind blew so hard that the leaves and dirt stung as they hit her skin. She fell to her knees and covered her face. She looked up and saw the ruins of the castle in the distance; only it wasn't in ruin anymore. A/N: I AM SSOOOO SORRY for the wait you guys I have been super duper busy I have had show after show on top of that school and I havnt had the time to write but here it is! I'm sorry it took so long. I am currently writing the next chapter so hopefully it will be up within the next few weeks. I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please don't forget to review!! ~Kate