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"Donny!" the delicate voice echoed across the kitchen, the red headed teenager glanced over his shoulder as he shook some water from a tanker he held in his hand "Aye? Somethin up?" he called back, his own voice a sharp contrast to the angel like sound that his mother admitted "Just need you to see to some more customers, leave the washing for now and go on through"

Donny sighed as he dried his hands on the towel hung above his head and shunted the door to the pub open with his forearm. he hated serving the customers, not a decent one amongst them, they were either drunk, hungover, rude, to rich or to poor. Or worse, arrogant and cocky. They were the worst, the ones that thought thjey were better than everyone else, especially him because he served them "Only if ye have enough coin that is he reminded himself as he spoke absent mindedly to a drunken warrior, he always hoped for that occasion when the person was to poor, then he could get his simple revenge be hauling there arse out into the muck.

Sure, some of them could afford to be arrogant, the warriors and mages that had bested the best, defeated foes of unimaginable strength and came home to a hero's welcome may even deserve to spread their tales, but not boast like most did, not turn their tales into warped fantasies that was impossible. The worst of all was...

"Wizards" Donny said scournfully as the door swung open and the three wizards strode in, stopping just at the door to let there presence be know. No one paid any attention though, and when they didnt, a short bang emitted from the fingertips of one of the men, which garnered a responce this time, all eyes in the tavern swiveling to stare at them, most quickly moving back to their companions or their drinks, starting trouble with a wizard was usually the last action that dead men had done. He forced a smile onto his face as the three sat before him.

"Evening gentlemen and lady" he picked his words carefully "May I help you?" the middle wizard, who was a bit rounder than most grunted like a pig and waved a finger "Three glasses of elven wine, oh, and could you pick that up?" as Donny poured the drinks he glanced at the floor near their feet which was spotless "Pick what up?" he mumbled, slightly confused until the blonde wizard flicked her glass which fell to the floor with a shatter "That" she cooed, causing the others to start laughing.

"Im sorry" Donny said grimlly, his hand moving unnoticed to the massive claymore sword which was kept under the counter for trouble "I dont obey hags" that was all it took to send the wizards into a rage, each rising from their stools, one pointing a finger "How dare you refer to us by that" he virtually screamed but Donny just kept grinning, knowing that wizards hated it when they were called anything lower than what they were.
"Wipe that sickening look from your face" hollered that fattest once more as he raised his hands, a light glowing between them. Donny's eyes widdened, he knew a powerful spell when he saw it and raised the sword defencivlly, although he knew it would do nothing to protect him, clenching his eyes shut he remembered his parents, one of their lessons...


Jack, Nora and Donny all panted heavily as they dropped their weapons and sank to their knees, Donny no more than seventeen grinned at his parents as they returned the look "I-Im getting better" he managed to choke out, his claymore glinting in the sun, reflecting his mother's short sword and shield and his fathers axe "Indeed you are" said his mother "I couldnt be more proud" they all sat in silence for a moment, the sun beating down upon their bodys, his father eventually breaking the silence "However, you must remember that pride and arrogance can be your greatest downfall, resist it as best you can, never be to proud to refuse help"
Donny was silent once more, letting it sink in before nodding slowlly "I understand" and his mother spoke as the memory faded "And all you ever need to do is think of us, and we shall be there, ready to help..."


Donny opened his eyes, the electric pulse of the spell was fading, the bright light diminissing into nothing. He stared at the wizard whos mouth sagged open, his hands clutching at the blade of the short sword that penetrated his back and protruded through his cheast, Nora stood behind the wizard, twisting the sword so that it hurt in unimaginable ways "Never... attack my family... never..." the other two wizards, momentarilly dumbstruck by what had happened suddenlly acted, raising their hands like their counterpart before them but where stoped by what looked like a mountain of a man swinging an axe.

The axe in question sunk into skin, causing a scream and silencing it in the same swipe, the last wizard droping her arms to her sides as the tavern emptied, everyone hoping to get away from the fight before they got involved as well "Your... your..." she almost gagged as both Nora and Jack turned to stare "the Celtic Cross" she managed to utter, raising her hands to try a spell once more but fear gripped her heart, the spell failing as both the retired heros descended upon her, extinguishing her life.
Donny's cheast rose and fell as he watched, knowing he had been an second from death had his father and mother not intervened, and now knowing who they were "Y-you are what she said, I s-see it now" his voice was but a whisper, both his parents staring at him with a nod "We are, and you are no longer safe Donny" his mother said, her face spattered with blood.

Donny slowlly walked forward, reaching to his parents but his hand was batted away by the blunt of his fathers axe "No time" he said "Leave, go, the back" Donny stalled for a second but soon turned away and made for the back exit, hearing a crash behind him but not daring to look around, he knew what it would be, the city watch, they would be after his parents, the Celtic Cross had been found and they would be coming for them, he screamed at himself to stop, turn and help, but he knew he couldnt...

From the hills he finally let it out as the smoke wafted up to him, tears streaming down his cheeks as he watched his home burn, knowing that everything he had and loved was in there, besides the sword that lay beside him and the clothes he wore, he had nothing.
Drawing himself up to his feet he could feel himself start to fall, using the claymore for support he started to make his way into the forrest, truly alone for the first time in his life, the last of his family, the last Celtic Cross.

((This story isnt as good as the others and I may re work it sometime.
Also, would anyone like to see a story involving the Celtic Cross family at some point?))