Jenny watched as the brothers sped down the road away from
her. She thought that at least following these guys would keep her mind off her
starving children. So she followed them down the road.
“Wait up!” She called after them. The both stopped dead in
their tracks and once she was with them they set off at a steady pace. After a
few hours of travelling the trio find a field that is only half ruined. Feeling
that they might be able to glean something from this sight they all rush into
the field.
“What do you suppose is causing the blight?” Shamus asked.
“Only half of this field is gone, perhaps we will find out.”
Darbish answered.
Bent over in the middle of the field they could see a demon talking
to the potatoes. He seemed to have lost control of his mental faculties and is
damning each potato individually. As he put his curse upon each potato, it would
wither away and die. The three travelers all feel the horror at once.
“What are you doing?” Yelled Darbish at the demon.
“What am I doing?” The demon turned away from his work and
gave an appraising glance at the travelers. “I’m fixing a problem. Ireland used
to be a wonderful and lush land to live in. The animals thrived, the plants
blossomed and bloomed plentifully, the sun shone down on the land and in return
it smiled back at the sun. This expanse used to be astonishing and remarkable.
All my brethren loved to spend time here. Then one day, the despicable and
detestable humans came along. They tore at the loam. They ripped at Erin’s
heart. They forced more spuds, taters, and tubers into her and made her use her
life force to sustain them.”
“Yeah, but we didn’t do any of that.” Shamus said
dismissively.
“You!” The demon seemed enraged at this interruption, “You
absolutely did do this, you and all of your kind. I can hear her weeping at
night. I feel her pain as you plough and pull and till.”
“We are just like any other animal here,” Jenny threw in, “we
all deserve the right to live off of the land. Who are you to tell us
otherwise?”
“Who am I? You ask,” the demon seemed to take Jenny in for
the first time. He sat a moment and pondered if it was even worth his time to
convey his name to the filth that had become his enemy. “I am Gorta Mor. I look
after Erin and protect her from the likes of you. I will destroy the consumption
that you have created in her, and happily take you with it.”
“I’m afraid we can’t let you do that Mor.” Darbish forcefully
explained to the demon. This caused Gorta Mor to sneer at the misuse of his
name. “We need these crops to survive, we will not die like this. We will endure
and carry on, and you won’t be able to stop us.”
-V-
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