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EMBERYN’S POV

I nudged Amberley’s wheelchair forward with my foot.

“What?” She whispered.

I leaned forward and murmured, “Tell them what you know about Macha. You’re quite possibly the best resource of information we have here on her.”

The people in the room had heard us and were looking at Am. She glared at me, then wheeled herself forward.

“Ok. So, I don’t know as much about Macha as some of the other Irish myths–” Everyone groaned.

“BUT,” Amberley raised her voice over the moans of irritation. “I do know some.”

” The first time Macha took emotions, they were her son’s, the giant Mac Lir. His two dogs had died, and Mac Lir cried a whole ocean over their deaths. Macha could not stand to see her son in such pain, created magical jars, and with them stole her son’s emotions, turning him to stone. After doing this, Macha decided to ‘help’ others in pain by stealing their emotions. Faerys, wolfwalkers, humans… the list went on and on. Finally, when Macha could find no more, she took part of her own emotions. The hills of Ireland were filled mourning over the loss of their loved ones. *One young selkie, one of the seal-folk, could not bear to hear the cries, so she set out to see the Great Seanachaí, holder of all the memories of Ireland. He told her that the only way to defeat Macha and free those trapped in stone was to sing the Song of the Sea. The young selkie did so, and freed the people, and put mocha out of action, at least for a while. Macha still hates the seal-folk, and is always on the look out for a selkie who will defeat her.”

The room was silent after Amberley finished.

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*Here is where I begin to make up some of the Legend.