To Be Leader

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        "Tully there's a storm rolling in, go tell Kevin to heard the sheep 
back inside." Conor ordered walking up to the warm fire that Catlin, 
Fergus and Tully were sitting around.
        "Why me? Why don't you do it yourself?!!" Tully declared crankily.
        Conor stared at him, "Because everyone has to do their share of 
work around here."
        "You shouldn't be the one to decide what is everyone's share of 
work. You shouldn't even be our Leader!" Tully stood up and went 
face to face with the prince.
        "And who should it be? You?" 
        The young men glared threateningly at each other.
        Fergus and Catlin jumped to their feet and lodged themselves 
between them. 
        "Calm down, Tully!" Catlin said pushing him back. 
        "Why are you protecting him Cat? He's a worthless Prince! How 
can he be the leader? A worthless good for nothing Prince!"
        "Tully That's enough! Stop it!" Catlin yelled. She grabbed his 
shoulders and shook him, "Enough Tully! Enough!"
        The dark man became quiet. Without another word he stormed 
away towards his hut.
        Catlin and Fergus turned to look at Conor. The young man's face 
was red with anger and somewhere, partially hidden, a hint of hurt.
        "I'll go tell Kevin to get the sheep inside." Fergus said. 
        Conor shook his head, "No. I'll do it. Go get your rest Fergus. 
You've had a hard days work." Saying so, the young man made his 
way towards his hut to get a long sleeved shirt. His long time friend had 
spent the whole day helping Roland build his hut. He slipped on the 
shirt and made his way outside. He went to a hidden side cave where 
they stalled the horses and prepared his mount.
        Conor rode quietly through the open fields. He groaned. His arms 
were so sore! Never again would he tease Fergus after the warrior comes 
back from chopping fire-wood. He yawned and nudged his horse into a 
light gallop. The sooner he got to Kevin and the sheep, the sooner he'd 
be able to get some rest.
        Within five ten minutes he reached the tightly packed heard of 
sheep, "Kevin, there's a storm rolling in from the south. We have to get 
the sheep inside."
        The other man brought his horse towards Conor, "Let's get 
moving then. It'll get dark soon."
        Conor nodded and broke away. "I'll take up the rear, if you want 
to lead."
        Kevin nodded, "Sure thing, Conor." The man brought his horse to 
the front of the heard and slowly made his way in the direction of the 
sanctuary. He glanced up at the sky which was still clear of any storm 
clouds.
        "Kevin!"
        The man looked out before him. A dark man on horseback emerged 
from the trees, "It's time to head in."
        Kevin nodded and nodded behind him and the sheep.
        Tully's eyes met Conor's. He broke the contact and came alongside 
the other man's horse. "How'd it go?"
        Kevin haunched and smiled, "It was a nice day. I sat around and 
enjoyed the sun. It was as if the Romans weren't even here."
        "Hmmmm... That's good. But we can't stay deny their presence,"
        Kevin shook his head, "I'm not denying anything Tully. All I'm 
saying is that I enjoyed the peace and quiet. It reminded me of the past. 
And, what we can have again in the future if we keep uniting and fighting 
the Romans."
        "And we will be free again Kevin."
        The other man nodded, "I know."
        There was a low deep rumble. Tully's mount neighed and side 
stepped nervously. Tully drew him back in line with ease.
        "That must be the storm Conor was talking about." Kevin said as 
he turned to look at Conor.
        "We'll pick up the pace!" The leader yelled through the steadily 
loudening growl of the wind.
        Kevin nodded and glanced at Tully who was staring straight faced in 
front of him. "Something wrong?"
        The dark young man shook his head, "No." Tully's mount suddenly 
sidestepped again and he steadied his horse again. "This storm is really 
coming in fast!" He exclaimed.
        A bolt of bright incessant light streaked through the rapidly 
darkening sky. A rip roaring sound bound to it's following tail. Tully's 
horse reared with fright. The young man pulled on the reigns and pushed 
his weight forward in an attempt to bring his mount back onto all fours. 
His horse twisted in mid air. It grabbed the cold bit and yanked the reins 
from Tully's hands. A hard chilly rain began to fall. The sheeps bickered 
loudly in discontent.
        Kevin and Conor were both also fighting their frightened mounts 
but neither of them was as stricken as Tully's.
        There was another flash of blue explosion. 
        "Tully!" Conor yelled from somewhere behind the curtain of rain. 
He saw his friend lose grip on his mounts reins and attempt to grab a 
hand full of mane. He missed. The horse got to it's hind feet and pawned 
the air madly before bolting for the cover of the forest. Tully's body flew 
back with the violent forward lurch of the horse. There was another crash 
of lightning and in that split moment of light, two faces could be seen, 
mouths open mouthing a "No!" that was drowned out by the ground 
shattering boom...


        Tully moaned and slowly opened his eyes. Everything was a blur 
for a minute then it all came clear. He was sore all over.
        "How you feeling lad?" Fergus' voice echoed from somewhere.
        Tully turned to see the warrior glancing down at him with a huge 
grin, "I'm sore."
        "You ought to be! You fell of ye horse while it was in full gallop 
lad! Don't ye remember?"
        Tully recalled the storm and nodded, "Is Kevin, Conor and the 
Sheep safe?" He asked as he pushed himself onto his elbows.
        Fergus frowned placing a hand on the man's chest, he pushed the 
man back down onto the bed, "Get you rest Lad. Kevin and the sheep 
are fine. Didn't lose one."
        Tully glared at him, "What about Conor?"
        Fergus was silent. Worry spread across his face, "Conor?"
        "Yeah, Conor. Where is he? Is he o.k.?"
        Fergus shifted uneasily, "Lad, what are you talking about? Who's 
Conor?"
        Tully sighed, "Fergus stop playing games! Just answer the 
question!" 
        "I'm serious Lad. I don't know who you are mumbling about."
        Tully frowned. Fine if Fergus wanted to be that way so be it. He 
glanced around the room. His eyes widened, "What... What am I doing 
in Conor's hut!!?!" Tully asked siting up.
        "Calm down Lad!" Fergus pushed the resisting young man back 
down. 
        "Fergus, why am I here? My things... Why are all my things 
here?"
        "Tully, lad, this is your hut." Fergus replied his worry rising, 
"Maybe I should get Madhia," He got to his feet.
        "Fergus I'm alright! Where's Conor? You know the Leader of 
the confederation???"
        Fergus went up to Tully and placed his hands upon the young 
man's shoulders, "Lad, you are the Leader of the confederation. I don't 
know who this Conor guy is you keep yapping about."
        Tully's mouth dropped in amazement. I'm the Leader???

TO BE CON"T