Who am I?
Simple enough question, though I might not get all the details right, had a bit of an accident and my head’s a bit muddled. I’ll start with the things I’m certain of. My name’s Killian and I was born and raised in An Baile Thiar on Oileán Toraigh, which means West Town, Tory Island in English. Not a place I expect you to have heard of, but if you have I owe you a pint. My father’s a fisherman, my mother tends the house. I’m the third of six children. I’ve an elder brother and sister, and two younger sisters and a younger brother. Life on Toraigh’s different, slower. Hard not to be when you’ve not got things like power or running water, things I’ve gotten rather fond of since living on the mainland. Toraigh is a rather isolated piece of rock out in the ocean. Still, it’s home an I miss it.
This is where things get a bit muddy. Had a bit of a tumble down a cliff. Not a very high one, but a cliff all the same. Broke some bones, cracked my head good and proper. Now according to my addled memories, I served the Mother, the Morrigan, one of the old goddesses. Was a member of her order, served her well and did as she bade me. But the places I know, they aren’t there. The people I knew, their names are fuzzy, not quite right, and I can’t find them. I loved someone, and lost him. There’s a dream I have each night, where I watch him die, and wake with a name on my lips I can’t remember. That’s who I am. Slightly addled and possibly mad.
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