"Epona, don't tell me!" Belisama shouted.
"I'm itching to tell, sister, guess!" Epona replied, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Hmm,Cernunnos? Lir?" Belisama asked.
"Ew, no, I'll give you a clue," Epona paused,"He was born from The Morrigan,"
"Epona! The Morrigan is evil! It's good though, I though you were after my Belenus!" Belisama scolded, but she was laughing,"Balor? Donn?"
"Donn!? He's to busy giving everyone dirty looks!" Epona giggled.
"Well I don't know! Tell me!" Belisama glared.
"Crom. Crom Cruach, that's who I love!" Epona declared.
"Crom? Epona, you are a goddess, of fertility!" Belisama exclaimed,"You can't go and do some hanky panky with Crom!"
"Sister! I'm not going to do some hanky panky with Crom!" Epona lowered her voice,"He doesn't know yet,"
"There you are!" A hearty voice called over,"Come on, Cernunnos is having a feast, sadly he invited the Morrigan's children over. And Branwen has brought her favoured follower, Gelebron, to the feast as her plus one. And..." The Dagda wandered off muttering to himself.
At the feast, Epona was seated next to Crom, giggling nervously everytime he spoke.
Soon they got into a discussion with each other about each other.
They were both a little tipsy, and both a little desperate, but they soon found themselves kissing the faces of each other. That was, until Lir doused them in water, shouting'We're trying to keep the tongue tennis to a minimum here, lovlies,"
Crom rose, taking Epona's hand.
"We'll finish this in my chambers, follow me," he whispered into her ear.
The sun was high, and so was the Morrigan's temper.
She was angry, at Crom and Epona, for lying together as only a husband and wife should.
Epona woke in Crom's muscly arms.
"Ennnugh, wha-" she grumbled.
She realised her dress was scrunched up on the floor, and she was as naked as the day she was born.
"No, wha-" she grumbled again.
"G'mornin me love," Crom sat up.
"C-Crom, morning," Epona lay back down.
She felt the tiug of sleep over take her, and she drifted into a deep sleep.
300 years later, the age of Heroes is approaching, and the Fall of the Wardens was upon the lands.
"Well well well, Epona, where is your lover Crom?" Belisama wondered aloud, swinging a branch around her.
"You know where he is, sister. He's in the Otherworld. I must find him!" Epona exclaimed.
50 years later...
"Crom? Crom! It's me, Epona!" Epona shouted. She looked into Crom's eyes, the once grass green wonders noew dull and black. She knew he was in there, she could sense it.
'Epona! Please rescue me!' Crom said, but the torc that The Morrigan had forced onto him mangled his words into,"I will kill you,"
"Crom, please, I love you! Please come back!"
'I want to, Epona, help me,' again, the torc mangled his words,"I will kill you!"
The Morrigan burst in,"General Gelebron has controlled of the tower!" She shouted.
"No!" Epona shouted.
"Epona?" The Morrigan wondered as she sent a bolt of fire into Epona. She burst into a shower of stars.
They rose, the real Crom cried but the torc laughed.
Epona's stars rose into the sky, in the formation of a horse.
The age of the Heroes had started, but the age of the gods had begun to end.
Hi.
It's Issa, I got bored.
(Please tell me you love it)
A pretty wierd story, ik
I dreamt about it last night
(My crazy dreamssss)
