“Cian, the ancient one, looked upon the spirit that was crouched and shimmering before him. The moon slid peacefully across the bay and came to rest under his outstretched feet. He sat absolutely still and listened fondly to the voices of the forest that whispered and sang all around him. “Tell me the dream,” he said at last to the spirit. “The dream is of a new daughter among us,” she replied. “She is surrounded in secrets, unseen by most; a mystical one in her own right.” Cian nodded and smiled and sighed into the wind. “Yes. I, too, have seen the vision. A secret child is coming.”
Book:The Secret Child