I worked a magic around a friend’s child tonight that desperately needed it. The child is named after the hero Fionn mac Cumhaill, So I decided the best protection magic would be his hounds, Bran and Sceolan.
The are larger than any man, Black as night and tall as day, Irish wolfhounds, bound by the magic of one Witch who knows her protective business.Their teeth are sharp, their eyes see true, past deception and lies. They see his weakened soul, his twisted spirit. He is a dying animal that needs to be taken out and they will.
Irish Wolfhounds could be described as “gentle when stroked, fierce when provoked.” They are perfect for protection.
They have been told in every detail the aggressors transgressions through the years. These transgressions warrant his own destruction especially if he approaches this child again. He underestimates the will of those that love this young one and it will be the last of him.
A gold collar of my own life has been woven around these protectors’ necks. (as well as practical matters been perused to keep the child safe i.e. police) but I will not stand by and not let this opportunity pass.
I am 600 miles away from a child I love as my own and I will not stand to see anyone I love and protect come to harm, even though I once loved this aggressor too, as a brother. HE HAS LOST HIS CHANCES for good will and understanding. He has trampled the sacredness of friendship and tribe and I will see him destroyed before all else.
You better believe this magic is the equivalent to a loaded shotgun by the door. I will not hesitate. I have had my training in the martial ways. I will pull the trigger. The Black hounds of Protection know their duty and I will continue to work with them.