Later that day I found Niamh by the Loch and I went to her, I told her she was not banished and she said she hated my sister so. Than a messenger came telling me that my Mother needed me. I found my mother, on the tor, watching the gulls, “Yes mother” I said, she turned around with tears in her eyes. “My dear child, you know how I love you?” “Yes I said, I do, and I love you.” I rushed into her embrace. “Well my dear your stepsister told me today that you heard the women talking of you as the Chosen One, well, my dear, it is time you knew. In the days of Old, when the fae lived among us, before the days of the Red-Cloaks, there was a prophet, he fortold the coming of a Great Warrior Queen, now my dear she is the Chosen One, and you are she.” “Mother, it cant be, I am neither warrior, nor am I a Great Queen”, “Oh aye, Gwen, why do you think I have been getting you trained by the greatest of Warriors in all of Eriu? Well tis come to pass that I wil send you with Niamh, who has also been trained, to Affalon.” “But Mother,” I said “That is th Sacred Isle of the Druidess’, and I am but a simple princess, who has the sight” Yes, I have the sight, I have had it for a very long time, I have seen many things, my husband, my wedding, my lovers, my sorrow, my happiness, but you shall learn more of this later. She said “Yes, and soon you shall have many other powers, you will be trained in battle and enchantment, the Sacred Lady Du Lac of Affalon herself, Morganna.” “Morganna?”I exclaimed, “Morgan The Fey, the one they call the Goddess?” “Yes my daughter, you shall leave on the morrow, with Niamh, now run along now, and be brave, as have all the Queens and Kings of Eriu, and remember, you carry the blood of both the fey and The Wolves Of Tara. Be always wise, and remember always, what your grandfather said.” And so it was that I left Tara, and then I left Erui, with nothing but my closest friend Niamh, and the Sacred Weapons of Tara.