It started in Britain with Fieran a young celtic spell caster, in the gods year of A.D. 50.
A great battle had just been won over the Romans, and my ancestor Fieran had taken
the Roman leaders head.
His father told Fieran about the cult of the head. It was the night before he died in battle. 

"Taking an enemies head is the greatest triumph a warrior can have," his father explained.
"All a warriors power is located there."

"But that doesn't make sense?" The young Fieran protested.
"A warriors power must be in his arms. Too throw his spear or stab with his sword."

Fieran remembered that his father smiled. 
"That is what I used to think." He said. "Until my father told me the secret." 
Fieran's father knelt down on the ground beside his sons sleeping pallet.

"So now I'm telling you Fieran, A Mans power is here. In his head."
His father touched his finger to his own head, and then to Fieran's.

"His head is where he dreams his dreams of conquest. 
The head is where he makes his battle plans. Take a mans head, 
and you take the best part of him. 
But beware the bargain you must make, Fieran." 
Intrigued, Fieran starred up at his father. "What kind of bargain. Father?" He asked.

"Power always comes with a price." His father answered.

"To gain power, you must give up something becarefull that you do not give too much."

 
The cult of the Head was a very special  and 'unique' practice to say the least.
You took the head of your enemy and placed it on a stake. Waiting months for all the skin, muscle, and blood to rot of the skull until you have nothing left but clean white bone. 
Once that was done the power of the head with able to be harvested. 
To perform it correctly it required alot of patience.


Fieran now very much older, 
wanted to use the power of the Romans head 
 
 


To become the Chief of his clan, and marry his beloved Brianna.

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Brianna

Brianna was also a spell caster which was the rarest thing among the celtic people. Wise, young and beautiful. 
She learned under Fieran about the magicks of Fire. 
 


Until she was stronger then even him. 


 







There was also another spell caster, that Fieran despised named Conn. 
He was hell bent on possessing all of Fierans dreams. 
Of marrying Brianna and also becoming the Chief. 
Fieran knew with the power that head would give him, he would rule the day.

I pity Fieran, because in all his victories he lost his soul.

The night after the battle Fieran felt himself grow incredibly hot, as if he were on fire. Then colomuns of fire sprung up all around him and his mind raced with terror.....

Firean's gaze fell on the Roman head. What? He thought. It's  not burning. He raised his hands up in front of his face. They aren't burning either.
I'm having a vision, Fieran realized. The fire feels so real. But it isn't.
Fieran forced himself to stay still. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. It is a vision, he repeated to himself. A vision. The fire is not really burning me. 
Slowly he opened his eyes Ready to see what the vision had to tell him. He saw his own face reflected in the flames.
Fire had always attracted Fieran. 
To choose fire over water was not the way of his people. 
But fire called to him.
"What  is it?" Fierian whispered. "Tell me."
A second face appeared, as if in answer. Now Conn's face floated next to Fieran's own in the wall of flames.
Conn's face began to grow. Growing and growing until it began to cover Fieran's face. Within moments Conn's enormous face completely covered Fieran's.
"No", Fieran muttered. "That cannot be. I have the power of the head. I cannot be defeated."
"Fieran!" A woman's voice called out.
"Brianna!" Fieran cried. The image of Conn's sneering face disappeared-and a vision of Brianna replaced it.
Brianna-He thought about her all the time. Whenever the people gathered the couldn't stop himself from staring at her. 
And when they were alone he couldn't stop himself from touching her.
In the vision, Brianna smiled at him. She stretched her arms out toward him.
Fieran reached for her.
The flames winked out. Fieran stood all alone. 
I am going to beat Conn! He thought. 
I am going to be chosen cheif - not he. And best of all, 
I will marry Brianna. 
That is what my vison means I must learn how to weild the power of the head.


Along with beging a spell caster Brianna could interpurt dreams,
she came to him soon after his vision.

"Fieran," she said now her voice almost melodic. "Tell me about your dream." Brianna took his hands between hers. She rubbed them gently. "I can tell your exhusted." she said. "Your hands are so cold."
"I'll warm up now that your here," Fieran answered.  Then he noticed how pale Brianna appeared. He could see deep shadows beneath her eyes. "Brianna, what is it?" he asked anxiously. "What troubles you?"
Abruptly, Brianna rose to her feet. "It is nothing Fieran," she said.
 But he noticed she could not meet his gaze.
"In fact, I come to bring you joyous news," Brianna continued. "The Romans are defeated. The day is ours."
Why won't she look at me, Fieran wondered. hat is wrong?
"There is more, Fieran. For taking the head of the Roman leader, you are declared a great hero." She crossed over to the brazier and stared at the grisly head.
Suddenly, Fieran remembered his vision and explained everything to her. Although she was absently staring at the Head she seemed fascinated by it. Even more facinated by the head then Fierans words.

"Brianna?" Fieran said softly. She shook her head and turned to face him..
"I'm sorry.. what did you see again?" she repiled.
"I saw you." Fieran answered. "Only saw me?"
Fieran shook his head. "No. I also saw myself with Conn."
He paused and then tried to put his thoughts in order again.
"I saw myself first," He continued. "Then I saw Conn he grew to an monsterous size. But then you appeared and, and Conn vanished."
"You saw Conn?"

"Yes," He answered. Why did she seem so distracted. 
"He almost over whelmed me. His face covered mine for a moment . But I beat him. His face completely disppeared. There is only one thing that can mean. I'm sure of it!"
"You think it means you are destined to become the new chief,"
Brianna said. Her voice was emotionaless.
"Well, of course I do," Fieran said. He stared down into Brianna's face. What he saw chilled him. Her experssion was solemn. Her eyes filled with tears.
Brianna is an expert in interpreting dreams and visions, he thought  What could have upset her so in this. "Tell me, Brianna," 
Fierian urged her. "Am I wrong?"
Brianna threw her arms around him. She buried her face against his chest. "I am not certain, Fieran."
Slowly, Fieran drew her head back, he wiped the tears from her cheeks. He kissed her tenderly.
"It is all right, Brianna. I am certain," he said. "I am certain enough for both of us."
Brianna pressed her face against his neck. "Oh Fieran, I pray you will take care. Too often, vision only show us our own desires. 
We see only what we wish to see."


"Brianna was wrong, saddly enough Fieran vision had been the truth.
Though did Fieran interpurted one part  of the vision into what he wanted."
Alyssa chuckled. "I guess Brianna was right."

Brianna betrayad Fieran, he just didn't want to see it.
The night the cheif died Conn and  Brianna managed to trick the whole villiage into believeing that Conn had recieved the spirit of the chief. 
Fieran went straight back to his cave. The whole town believed Fieran had gone mad and wanted to Kill him when he cried out that HE had recieved the soul of the Chief not Conn, and that Conn was a fake.

Moments after Fieran caught his breath and retraced his thoughts  on his pallet. Conn came back to Fieran. They had been in fights before, and again they fought each other. Conn had the overwhelming physical strength that Fieran lacked. But instead of Conn killing Fieran he said he wanted  him alive. To watch every day and see what he now posses that Fieran wanted. Even Brianna.

Conn told Fieran that Brianna did indeed have a lust for power, and would betraye anyone for it. That Brianna was the one that helped him convince the Clan. It was shortly after Conn had left with all his lies. Or so Fieran thought they were lies. 
That Fieran decieded to unleash the power of the head then and now. Though it would take a strong soul to be able to handle that power. Fieran felt like he had lost everything....


Through the haze of his agony retreating footsteps. He heard the rustle of vines that ment Conn had left him all alone.
Slowly, painfully, Fieran sat up. On his hands and knees, he crawled across the ccave floor. His whole bodyed ached with bruises. Blood from cuts on his face dripped into his eyes, blurring his vision.
I'm not beaten yet, Fieran vowed with every painfull motion. I'm going to fight back. I'm notb eaten until the day I die.
But before he could fight back, he must have power. 
Power that could coome from only one place. Conn hadn't taken absolutely everything from him. 
Fieran still had the Roman Head.
He fixed his eyes upon the head and dragged himself toward the brazier. He never glanced away from it. He repeated his new vow with every painful inch he crawled the floor.
You are going to be sorry , Conn.
when he reached the brazier, he used it to haul himself to his feet.
Give me your power, Fieranthought. I want your power. Power to defeat my enemies. Power to make me strong.
But the power of the head would not be released until the bones were bare.
Fieran plled out a small knife he wore strapped around his waist. He sliced into the flesh beneath the  head's eye sockets. He gagged as thge sickly sweet smell of rotting flesh filled his nostrils. He turned his face away.
But I cannot stop, he thought. Not if I want the power.
Fieran peeled the flesh away from the head and tossed it into the flames.
The stench of burning flesh rose up from the brazier. Fieran coughed and choked. But he didn't stop working. 
Rip! Fieran tore the right ear off with his fingers. Then he tore off thje left. Hossed them both into the center of the brazier.
He seized the Roman head by the hair. Pulled the hair out in great clumps. Vomit rose in back of his throat. Fieran swallowed it down.
He dug his fingers into the eye sockets and pulled the eyeballs out. He dropped them in the fire.
I will not stop! Fieran thought. I cannot. I will not stop until this head is nothingmore than clean, white, bone.
Then I will have the power I long for. I will have the power to take my revenge!
he head began to pulse under Fieran's fingers.
The empty eye sockets began to glow blood red.
A tremor ran through Fieran's body. 
The power of the head terrified him.
Did tearing the flesh away release the power too quickly? Is it out of my control? Should I stop?
No! I have lost everything already. 

...All I have left is this power of revenge....

Putrid black smoke oozed from the skull's nose holes. Fieran put an arm across his mouth, gasping and coughing. The smoke stung his eyes so badly that it hurt to keep them open. The smell was worse than the odor of the corpses on a battlefield.
Will I be able to use the power? Or is i stronger than I am? Will it use me? Too late to stop, Fieran thought. He stabbed his fingers deepinto the head. A searing pain shot through Fieran's body. He was on fire. He was cold as ice. All at once.
Fieran shivered. Then he began to shake. He stared down at himself.
he saw his arms jerking and twisting..
His teeth began to chatter. Fieran clenched them and felt them cut into his tongue. The taste of blood filled his mouth. He spat the tip of his tongue into the brazier.
The hea's  eye sockets glowed with green fire. He felt them burn into his own. The the head's ghastly mouth opened. Smoke belched forth into the room.
Fieran doubled over. His whole body heaved.
It is too much for me, he thought. I've released the head's power too soon! It is too strong! it is Killing me!
Fieran's eyelids fluttered. His head spun. blackness surrounded him.