The Triskele

I awoke sometime later, still cuddled against Makya’s chest. His warmth pressed into my back, and I sighed, content.

Content but not satisfied. Here, with Makya, I had everything I had ever thought I had wanted. A simple life, with simple desires. Makya satisfied all of that. with Stella, my life was far more complicated now, but in many ways more complete, but that was not the whole of my need. Stella stirred in my mind then.

‘Peace, my soul-bond. You are of the Triskele, the witch blood who is bonded by blood and magic to Tír na nÓg. It is not so strange to think that your heart is also triskele. the twisted spirals of triskele loop one in strange directions. But you will find the links in time. You are young still.’

The image of the triskele with its three swirling spokes flashed in my mind. Morrigan had cast it over a Triquetra, our eternity knot. To think that so much of our system of magic, and faith was based on th