"So, we're not taking a plane?" Selah asked. "No, I'm opening a portal to Heathrow airport since I've been there before. Dress modestly. These are nuns were talking about" Faith said as she adjusted dress shoes. Satisfied, with Selah's choice in clothes, she opened the portal to Heathrow, or more accurately a private hangar. And went through. It was around 1:00 pm local time when they arrived, and Faith carried the girl into the terminal and to the car rental. "That's a cute borrower you have there. Adopted sister?" the attendant asked curious of the tiny girl standing on his reception desk. "Daughter actually" Faith said signing paperwork. The woman cocked an eyebrow. "At your age? Interesting" she said. She found the girl exquisitely cute and had the urge to pick her up. "The Mini Cooper should be enough" Faith said clicking the pen loudly. <p>Faith took the keys from the woman and got into the compact car and drive off heading north. "You look pissed" Selah said sitting on the cup holder. Faith revved the engine before shifting into fourth gear. "I didn't like her questions or the way she looked at you" she replied. "I didn't see anything" Selah said. "It wasn't just the way she looked at you. I heard her heartbeat increase. Her pheromones spiked. She was sizing you up" Faith said. "For what?" Selah asked innocently. "How good a sex toy you'd make" Faith growled. She turned on the radio to clear her head as she saw her emotions creating storm clouds. It was long drive down the M40 to Kildare Ireland which Faith tried to keep the girl entertained. Selah was curious about Faith's parents, so she told her random stories about them. Selah found it shocking to learn the woman had three mothers and five siblings. Selah didn't ask if she missed them as she could see a bit of pain in the giantess' eyes when she spoke of them. </p><p>"So, he was your first crush?" Selah asked. "He was the first boy I met that wasn't intimidated because who I was. He had very nice thoughts" she replied. "Nice thoughts?" Selah asked yawning. "Back then I was able to very easily read people's thoughts. Some boys feared me, others wanted to straight out fuck me. But Jeffery, he kept thinking of ways to make me smile" she replied. "So how far did you get with him?" Selah asked. "Not as far as I wanted before...before Markus" she replied. Faith took the exit to Kildare. She pulled into an Inn and carried the sleepy Selah in with her. "One room for the night please" she asked. "Aye. Now there's a cute lass. Just sign here and I'll run ya card" the woman at the desk said. "Be just a moment. It's been a long time no time since I see a borrower or gremlin. Adopted no doubt" she asked. "Yes. No problem is there?" Faith asked wary. "Be none at all. Around these parts, we take kindly to them. This is the land of fairy after all" she replied looking for a key. "Fairy?" Faith asked. "Well the legend goes that fairies and her kind are kin. But it's just a fairy tale. Pay it no mind unless the lass is hiding wings" the woman chuckled glancing at Selah. Selah couldn't help but chuckle at her. Faith took the key from her and headed upstairs to their room.</p><p>"She was nice" Selah said. "Some humans are willing to treat smaller ones with kindness and respect. Not all of them are craven" Faith said sitting down and taking her shoes off. She sighed rubbing her aching feet. Faith drew them a bath for them to take before bed. Faith found it all quaint. There was something to be said about simpler furnishings. Selah laid on her belly as she giantess poured water over her body. Selah could obviously wash herself but took please on her giantess mother doing it for her. Selah sighed contently as Faith washed her long hair between her fingers. "Mom? Will I ever be okay living in the outside world?" she asked. Faith paused for a moment. "When you're older sure" she replied. "And what if others want to live out here? I feel bad for the ones back home cooped up in the city missing all of this" she said. It was a question Faith asked herself the first day she inherited the city. "I really don't know. You're right that we shouldn't keep them cooped up, but 45,000 people released into the world with working knowledge of magic? Thankfully, not many have given up some of their beliefs. But one day..." Faith said. </p><p>Faith lathered her tiny body with soap and rinsed her. Faith dried the girl and then herself before going to bed. There was something about this land. Something almost familiar as if she had been here before but she knew that wasn't true. In any event, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Faith dreamed of a stream that cut through a meadow. The sun made it look like it was filled with shards of light. She looked down at her feet and noticed they weren't hers. Different toes, longer narrower soles. She approached the stream and looked at it. Faith backed away as it was not her face. Red hair, green eyes, freckles. "This where you've been hiding?" a voice asked behind her. She turned to see a young man waving. Faith awoke with a name on her tongue. "Duncan" she muttered looking at the window. </p><p>Faith ordered breakfast down in the kitchen and sat down with her daughter to eat. "Hope ya like it" the woman from last night said. "You're the cook too?" Faith asked. "Cook, receptionist, cleaner" she shrugged. "So, you here as tourists?" she asked. "Somewhat. What do you know of St. Brigid?" Faith asked. "Oh, everybody knows her. She founded the monastery here and the town grew around it. The Cill Dera" she said. "Church of the Oak" Faith muttered. "Oh! You speak Gaelic?!" the woman asked. "...of a sort" Faith replied. Faith did not show it, but she was perplexed. She spoke not a word of Gaelic but somehow knew the translation without magic. "Aye that be the one. It's long torn down, but the cathedral was built over it. Monks and nuns serving the lord there for 1500 years" she said proudly. "Interesting. Thank you..."</p><p>"Abby is the name" she said. "Faith" she said extending her hand. "If you wait I'll rustle up some pie" she said winking. "Oh, I didn't ask for any pie" Faith said. "Aye but the little one looks to be a pie eater" Abby said snickering. After eating a very delicious slice of pie, Faith and Selah set out of the monastery. It was a short ride from the inn, and they parked. Faith paused as she approached it. "Something the matter?" Selah asked sitting on her shoulder. "Symbology. Faint traces of it everywhere. Layers and layers of it like a barrier" Faith replied touching the barrier. The air shimmered as she touched it. Faith was surprised as she was able to step through without trouble. Faith walked the corridors heading to the cloister. She felt as if she was being pulled somewhere. Monks and nuns gave her curious concerned looks, but none stopped her. And then one did approach her as she neared old oak doors. "Welcome Faith. You've been expected" a young woman said. "...how do you know my name?" Faith asked shielding her tiny daughter. "There is no need to be afraid. Come, you have many questions" she said opening the doors to a large room. Faith eyed the woman carefully. </p><p>She seemed no older than 30, her hair faded red, her eyes hazel. Dressed in white from head to covered toe, she seemed not a threat, but Faith could sense the woman was cloaked in a glamor. Nevertheless, Faith followed her into the room. "Please make yourself comfortable" the woman said pouring readymade tea. Faith found it very odd that the woman not only presented a teacup of tea to her but a very tiny one for Selah indicating she had expected Selah as well. "You seem to be in good spirits seeing the troubles you have seen" the woman said. "How do you know what troubles I've seen? My name? A cup for my daughter?" Faith asked. The woman gave her an old parchment. "I can't read this" Faith said. The woman flipped it around. "Not to be opened until the year of our lord 2019 on the 29th of September" the woman said reading the old Gaelic written on it. She flipped it around again. "You shall receive visitors by the name of Faith and Selah McCormick. They will come asking about the sword, the Order and the vision she had the night before" she read. The woman pointed out a drawing of Faith and Selah sitting in the very chair she sat right then. Needless to say, it unnerved Faith considerably. </p><p>"Vision? You had a vision?" Selah asked Faith. Faith did not answer. "You have questions about the sword Last Stigmata. May I see it?" the woman asked. "Not before you tell me who you are and who wrote that note" Faith replied. "I am the abbess of this monastery, and this note was written by St. Brigid herself on the day of her death back on the first of February 525 AD. "Okay that's creepy" Selah said. "Selah" Faith muttered. "You're staying it's not? This Brigid woman wrote on her deathbed things that won't happen for 1500 years. She even drew the chair mom" Selah said. "Brigid was a woman of miracles to say the least and she's the one that created your sword" the Abbess said. "Then you can answer my questions" she said. "May I see it?" the Abbess asked. Faith summoned her sword to her hand and cautiously handed it to the woman. In a sparkle of light, half of the blade of the sword disappeared leaving it broken. "MY SWORD! What have you done?!" Faith yelled grabbing the woman by the throat. "No need for concern. It only reverted to its original form as I'm not its owner. Pick it up" she said. Faith did and the blade was made whole again. "How..."</p><p>"The blade is a physical manifestation of your soul. Have you not noticed the look to it when it entered and left your body? Like it was brand new? Never dull, tarnished, or nicked?" she asked. "Yes, I did find it strange. But recently I did something to me. I... transformed. I need to know why. I need to know if it's in my control...or if it's controlling me" Faith said. "Since you have the sword, it means you are a... Campioné. A remarkable one if it recognizes you as its current owner. A transformation you say? Explain" she said. "It turned me into a wolf of legend to kill a god. Odin" she replied. The woman crossed herself. "Unexpected but not impossible. That is the nature of it" she said. "I need more than that. I was a fu...ahem.... a beast. A snarling man-eating beast" Faith said. "To answer your questions, first you must learn the circumstances of how the sword came to be. Shall I tell you the tale kept secret by my Order?" she asked. "Please" Faith replied. The woman nodded, sat down, and poured herself a cup of tea. </p><p>The year was 480 AD. The place Kildare Ireland. The young woman Brigid, a slim girl of 16 lay in her bed on the night of Samhain or what today we call Halloween. Brigid had lived a peculiar life so far. Born to a chieftain and Christian mother. Sold into slavery to a Druid before she was born. Brigid spent her early years learning the Christian faith alongside the discovery she had an unnatural gift for magics. Even her Druid owner acknowledged her talents as they far surpassed any of his paltry arcanes. So pious, her father tried to sell the girl off to the King of Leinster and through another act of piousness, was given her freedom by the king himself. However, the girl was not satisfied with her freedom and wished to spread the teachings of Christ. But during this time, women teaching the faith was looked upon favorably and it disheartened her. Tonight, she would find the courage to fulfill her dreams in the most unlikely of ways.</p><p>As she lay in bed, she saw a flickering of light out of her drafty porthole of a window. Brigid stood up, the cold floor chilling her bare soles, and walked over to the window. "What is that?" she asked herself. Innocent as she was, she didn't think it to be dangerous or evil. Slipping on her sandals and day clothes, she left her room. She walked in darkness through the field with only a weak conjuring of flame in her hand. She knew full well that magic was looked on with suspicion but at that distance it would seem she held a lantern. The air cold, breath in the air like fog, she approached the flicking light. As she neared it, it was as if a crack in the air had formed and through the crack light poured out. Curious, she touched it and a flash of light blinded her. When she awoke, it was no longer chilly or nighttime. Brigid stood up to find the castle nowhere to be seen. Worried but not afraid, she began walking.</p><p>She had walked for some time. Her mouth dry, her stomach empty. She crested a hill and what she saw did give her fear. "By the blessed lord. What is this place?" she asked herself crossing with her hands. Before her was a burned-out broken land to the east. To the west was a huge black hill nearly 20 miles away. To the south were villages, oddly looking ones. And she stood on the North hill overlooking it at. She walked back from wince she came and found no cracks in the air. Nothing to show her the way home. With no other choice, she began walking towards the closest village she could see. As she neared it, she came to realize that the village was not typical at all. "The houses, trees, the animals, by the lord the people! THEY'RE TINY!" she yelled. Her loud boast attracted attention. The warning bells rang as the villagers saw the giantess close to their homes. Dozens of tiny lights popped up before a torrent of spells, fire, ice, wind, and lighting assaulted her. Brigid cried out as they struck her, and she fell to the ground. Already exhausted from hunger, thirst and lack of sleep, Brigid passed out.</p><p>When she awoke, she was tied fast to the ground. String, strangely strong string had her staked to the ground as the young men of the village stood around her head. Brigid groaned and moved alerting them that the giantess had awoken. "She awakes! Archers at ready! Aim for the eyes!" one commanded. "Please no! Don't hurt me!" Brigid begged. Crying out of fear, they paused for a brief moment before they took aim. "Hold fire!" one shouted. Brigid could barely turn her head to see who it was. "I mean you no harm! I'm lost and far from home! Please...for the love of God, I mean you no harm" she said weeping. The young man looked upon her carefully. Archers...fall back" he said. He dismissed them. "You say you are not from here?" he asked. "Yes. I come from Kildare" Brigid said. "I do not know of such a place" he said. "What is that place called?" she asked. "The Shire Valley. The northern region of Tir na Oog" he replied calmly. "Tir na Oog?! The legendary land of fairy?!" she asked. "The land of fairy, man, and Formoriean" he replied.</p><p>"Wait. She found herself in Tir Na Oog?" Faith asked the Abbess. "You've heard of it?" she asked. "My uncle Oberon told me stories about it. He said it was completely ruined by a war and so broken that magic bled out of the land" Faith replied. The abbess cocked an eyebrow. "Oberon? That is the name of the fairy King" she said. Faith grew quiet. "You knew a real fairy mom?!" Selah asked. Faith looked at the abbess. "Yeah I did" she replied. "Interesting" the Abbess said softly. "Please continue" Faith said. "Very well..."</p><p>"Are you a fairy?" Brigid asked. "Descended from them yes. You are too small to be a Formoriean. A human?" he asked. "A very scared, hungry, and thirsty one" she replied. "If you behave, I will see to your needs. Give me time to gather people to cut your bonds" he said. "No need" she said conjuring small flames to burn the strings holding her down. The young man jumped back in fright seeing that and her sitting up. "You could've done that at any time. Why didn't you?" he asked. "I had to show I won't harm you" she replied. "Curious. There is a stream nearby for you to drink from. We do not have enough food for you however" he said. All I need is a field" she said smiling. The young man blushed looking at her and nodded. The people were on edge seeing the giantess free and people had some questions for the young man. He calmed them by explaining she swore no harm to them and showed them how easily she freed herself.</p><p>Brigid drank from the stream greedily and walked back a few feet into the grassy field. She was being watched closely especially the young man. Brigid held out her hand as a magic array formed around it. Symbols and etched Latin danced in it as she released her spell. In seconds, all manner of herbs, vegetables, nuts, and berries sprang from the ground. Edibles her scale and therefore huge to the tiny folk. "Well come and get some. I'm not eating all of this myself" she said grinning. They were wary at first but as they saw the agriculture she has grown was harmless and very healthy, they readily made plans to carry it all back to the village. It was well into the afternoon that they had finished, and Brigid was laying on her back patting her belly. The young man stared at the young woman almost amused. A practitioner of magics, a towering giantess, and yet a most gentle girl. "Thanks for sharing your bounty. The soil has grown weak over the years and our sprouts are coming more sicklier and more withered" he said. "Think nothing of it. Do unto others as you would want them to do unto you. It is one of the teachings of the Lord" she said. "You are not an emissary. No way you could be" he said. Brigid sat up. "Emissary of whom?" she asked. </p><p>"Rona. The last Formorian who rules this land. She has two human sized emissaries, a male and female, who walks the land doing her bidding" he replied. "And you thought I was the female one. That's why you attacked me" she said. "Aye. We did not want to pay our tribute this tithing" he said. "Tribute? Why do I think this is not about money" she said. "Because it is not. Every 25 years, 50 girls and 50 boys are chosen among the 10 villages and sent to Rona" he replied. "What does she do with them?" Brigid asked. "...we do not know" he replied softly. "How? Why? I heard stories of this being a beautiful magical land. Yet I see ashes, fear, and now kidnapping?" she asked. "Rona's mastery of earth magic gives this land life. We didn't have a choice. We would've perished if we refused. The bargain was struck not long after the war" he said. "War?" she asked. </p><p>"Centuries ago, a great war was fought good and evil. The fae and humanity on one side, Ebonheart, the Slaugh, and the Formoreians on the other" he said. </p><p>"Faith? You're tense" the Abbess said. "That name. Ebonheart. I'm familiar with her" she replied. "You even know of Ebonheart?! Who are you?!" she asked. "At one time the bearer of Etherion" Faith replied. The woman fell to her knees in prostration. "The one to guard against the darkness" she whispered. "Stand up. I said I was at one time it's bearer. I was a fool and caused death and destruction with it. I walk a path of redemption now" Faith said to her. The abbess was bewildered. "If you have given the power up, who will stand against Ebonheart?" she asked. "Ebonheart was banished from this world the day of my birth last year" Faith replied. "Birth? Last year?" the abbess muttered falling into her chair. "I will explain later but please finish your story" Faith said. </p><p>"The war burned the land. Wounded magic itself. And for a land that thrived on magic, it was like plunging a dagger into the chest. The land began to die quickly. To save themselves, the surviving fae took the remaining humans to another world before the last great vestiges of magic died. However, some were left behind in the confusion. A handful of fae and humans, and then Rona herself. It seemed we were doomed to die here. No food, no clean water, magic weak and paltry. Except Rona. Rona proposed a deal. She uses her stored up magics to restore a small portion of land for us to live on in exchange for tributes of the most handsome and beautiful of our youth. And so, it was and had been since" he said finishing. </p><p>"I see it is God's will I am here now. Thank you..." </p><p>"Duncan" he finished. "Brigid. Thank you Duncan" she said softly. A man walked over to Duncan and whispered into his ear. "It seems I am to be your watcher for now" he said. "Watch away" she smiled. While the jury was still out on Brigid, she was not allowed into the village but was allowed to sleep near it. Duncan was not allowed to leave her side the entire time. "I'm sorry about this. It's just after so much time, well having a giantess show up just two days before a tribute raises suspicions" he said as Brigid lay on the grass under the starry sky. "I've had to deal with worse. I was a slave for a long time" she said. "A slave? Who would dare enslave a gentle soul as yours?" he asked. Brigid blushed. "My father" she replied. "Disgusting" he snarled. Duncan drank some ale to calm his anger. </p><p>Brigid listened to the young man talk about his life here as the small campfire crackled and lit the night. She felt sorry for him as he spoke of how his parents died of starvation 10 years back when famine gripped the village. Sorry for the children living under the threat of being taken away to meet an unknown fate. She noticed the drunken man fall asleep and the urge to pet him filed her heart. She held off though as him waking up being touched by her could freak him out. Instead, she scooted her body close to him before sleeping. </p><p>Duncan was the first to wake. At first he thought he had drunkenly stumbled back to his home and to his wool softened bed as his body rested on something warn and soft. He turned to see that it was the clothed breast of the giantess. Her red hair draped over him like a blanket. He quickly got up and stepped back. Brigid was still sleep snoring. She sounded like a beast which made him smile a bit. He walked over to her face and felt her warm breath on his body. Her mouth dark and cavernous, he could easily fit in there. Thankfully, she was not the kind to devour him. Her lips seemed rosy and soft. Not cracked and weather beaten like the girls in the village. The more he stared at her, the more he found her...appealing. "She's a giant human. The days of her kind and ours mating has long past" he thought looking away and walking a ways to piss out his used ale. Brigid stirred and sat up. She rubbed her eyes. She stood up, walked a few feet, hiked up her dress and lowered her breeches before squatting for a piss. Duncan, finished with his own piss, turned around and nearly fell backwards at the sight. "By the gods" he muttered. He had not seen a pussy and bare ass as big as this before.</p><p>"She's so pale and rosy" he thought staring. His eyes looking at her rosebud ass and moving down to stop to observe her cunt. She was partly shaved down there with barely a red tuff of hair. Duncan thought of what it would be like to fuck a pussy that big. To lick it, to slip inside it. "I could fit my entire body in... no. Just concentrate on the task at hand. Observe Duncan...observe her...fuck she's magnificent" he said. Brigid finished and turned to see a quickly turning away Brigid. "Did you..."</p><p>"I did not look" he replied. She narrowed her eyes. "I tried not to look" he muttered. Brigid sucked her teeth and walked off. Due to her stride, she easily outpaced Duncan. Annoyed and embarrassed at him ogling her, she paid no heed to his calls for her to slow down. She walked down a slight slope coming to a stream. It was long into the morning by then and seeing she was alone; she took off her clothing to bathe in the waters. She had no soap so it best all she could do was wash off sweat, grass, and grime. The water was cold enough her nipples became hard but cold as it was, it was refreshing. Not only did it cool her body but her annoyance at the tiny young man acting as her observer. "Of course, he peeped. He is a healthy man after all, and I am a woman" she sighed as she shook the water out of her hair. Brigid stepped out of the water and took a few minutes to dry off in the sun. She put her clothing back on and paused for a moment to look at her reflection. </p><p>Her bare feet resting at the bottom of the clear water, she wriggled them. Young and mostly pampered, her feet were mostly unblemished. Smooth and pale on the tops, rosy pink on her soles. She gazed at her face admiring her pretty eyes, freckles, and oddly decent teeth. Her red hair more vibrant being still damp from water. "Vanity is a sin" she muttered shaking her head. "So, there's where you've been hiding" a voice said behind her. She turned. "Duncan" she said smiling. "Are you still mad?" he asked. "Not anymore. I realized it was only natural you'd look. Especially at my size it would be hard not to notice" she said smiling. "I apologize anyway. A beautiful as you are, I should respect your privacy" he said. "...beautiful? You think I'm beautiful?" she asked stepping out of the water. Brigid yelped in pain almost instantly and fell on her butt. Duncan rushed to her. </p><p>"What is it?! What happened?!" he yelled. "My foot! My right foot!" she replied showing her foot to him. She flexed her ankle raising her sole to him. "You must've stepped on a sharp rock. There's a cut on the ball of your foot. Hold still" he said. He took his hands and wiped the trickle of blood from the cut. At his size, his hands were coated with her blood. "Duncan it's okay" Brigid said seeing him look at his bloody hands. "No, it's not. You're hurt and in my care" he said gruffly wiping his hands clean on his pants. He took out his canteen and used the water inside to clean the wound. Brigid watched surprised as his hands glowed. He rubbed the wound and it began to heal. "Healing magic?" she asked. "Aye. That and a bit of fire is all I'm really good at" he said. "Still impressive. Back home, natural magic users are a rarity" she said. "And all humans are your size? Must be a crowded world" he said. Brigid laughed. She flinched a little. "Careful. It's still tender there" she said. "I can see that. What was your job where you come from? Your feet are in excellent shape" he asked. "A nun in training I guess you could say" she replied. "Nun?" he asked. "Priestess?" she asked.</p><p>"Ah. That I understand. Lower your foot slightly" he said. She did and she twitched as he sat on her big toe rubbing between the big and second one. "Okay that's not necessary" she said. "To promote blood flow" he said. "Nothing else?" she asked. "While I do admire your pretty feet, I really am acting out of concern" he replied. She blushed. "I have not let a man get this close to my body before, especially my feet" she said. "Brigid. Even if you were not a giantess, I would not harm you, especially in such a way" he said softly. She reached down and petted his hair. Duncan paused for a moment before continuing his toe massage. "Does this bother you?" she asked in a whisper. "I find it pleasant" he replied softly. Duncan finished what he was doing shortly after and watched her slip her sandals back on. His eyes were still on her feet until she laid on the ground. Brigid conjured strawberries for them to eat as they enjoyed to solitude of the stream and the sound of water running.</p><p>"Why are you not married? Not with child?" he asked. "I am married. I'm just married to God and his son Jesus" she replied. "Married to your God? Is that not difficult? he asked. Brigid chuckled. "It can be. I would be lying if I said I did not feel the stirrings that come naturally to women. Alas, I am to be celibate. But what of you Duncan? 19 years of age and no child" she asked. "Haven't found the right girl I guess" he replied. "And the right girl would be?" she asked. "Kind, caring, compassionate, pretty" he replied. Brigid pl used him up and placed him on her belly. "Surely there are girls in your village that fits the description" she said. His hand rubbed her smooth skin. "None I felt a connection to. The one that when you look at her, talk to her, just makes your heartbeat faster. The one that speaks to you without saying anything" he said softly. Her finger touched his chest and traveled down his side. She closed her eyes and pickled her hand back. "No. Duncan I'm sorry. I..."</p><p>"Married to your God. Yeah you told me" he said quietly slipping off her body. "We should head back. The other will worry of we are gone too long" he said. "Duncan. Please don't be angry" she said standing up. "I am not angry Brigid" he said. He was being truthful. Brigid could hear heartbreak in his voice. "At least let me carry you" she said. "...agreed" he replied. Brigid placed him on her shoulder, and he held her hair as she walked. It was midafternoon before they got near the village. As they did though, the sound of the warning bells rang. "Again? Is this because we disappeared for a while?" she asked as she crested the hill. "No. This something else" he muttered. At the top of the hill, Brigid could see a human her size tearing apart small houses. "...Bright Day" he muttered. "What?" she asked. "Bright Day. The name given to the female emissary! It's begun! The tribute!" Duncan yelled. "Not while I'm here!" Brigid yelled going into a full sprint.</p><p>Duncan held onto her hair for dear life as she ran full speed to the village. Brigid neared the edge of the village and saw the carnage up close. Houses demolished, small dead bodies buried under sticks, good honest people crushed into the dirt. Her eyes locked on the woman before her. She looked to be 40 years of age. Her brown hair pristine. Her skin pale as salt. Barefoot and wearing an oddly made dress that ran to her knees. Brigid could sense magic from her as well as a coldness in her soul. Around her waist were leather pouches. Squirming leather pouches. The woman bent down and yanked a small boy from a broken house and stuffed him into the pouch. "9" she muttered. "By the grace...stop this at once!" Brigid yelled at her. The woman looked at Brigid quizzically before ignoring her. She walked over to a home, smashed her hand through the roof, and dragged out a teenage girl. Her father gripping her ankle as she rose up only to fall badly into a storage shed near his home. "10" she muttered before turning to walk away. "No, you will not!" Brigid yelled pointing her hands at the woman. </p><p>A brisk gale blew through the village threatening to blow it clean away, but the winds encircled the woman trapping her. The villagers below watched as the giantess they had met just yesterday walk through their town to the emissary. The woman flexed her body and with a magical force expelled the wind prison. Brigid staggered back. "Duncan. Take cover" she said placing him on the ground. Duncan ran to the side but dared not to hide. His concern for Brigid too great for that. The woman gathered lighting in her hands before shooting it. Brigid used a barrier to block the attack knowing if she tried to deflect it, it would cause extreme damage to the village. The thunder alone made ears ring or bleed. Brigid raised her hands once more and commanded vines and roots to grow and bind the woman's arms and legs. Brigid charged the woman, tore away her five pouches and quickly yet carefully dumped the teenagers onto the ground. "Run!" she yelled. The woman tore away from the vines and roots and grabbed Brigid by the throat. She couldn't breathe. She was lifted off her feet. The woman was far stronger than normal women. "Men! Aim for the eyes!" Duncan yelled. Scattered volleys of magic struck the woman in the face near her eyes making her reflexively let go of Brigid. Brigid gasped for air. Not letting this chance go, she pushed her left sandaled foot into the ground and concentrated her magic from her toes, up her leg, through her chest, and out from her right hand. </p><p>A rock the size of a human head leaped from the ground hitting the woman in her ribs. Knocked right off her feet, she landed with a heavy thud that rattled the village. "Kill her!" Duncan yelled. Brigid glanced at him and then the woman trying to catch her breath. It was clear he ribs were broken by the rattle in her chest. Brigid bent down and began writing arcane in the dirt. She finished just as they woman tried to sit up. The circle flared to life and a binding spell kept the woman pinned to the ground for good. "Brigid! Just kill her!" Duncan yelled. "That is not my way" she said. "Look around you! Look at the ground for fae's sake!" he yelled pointing to bloody footprints and broken homes. "Arwen? Arwen is that you?" a small woman in her early 60's asked approaching. The giantess looked at the woman and snarled before looking away. "ARWEN!" the woman cried falling to her knees. "You know this monster?!" Duncan asked the woman. "I'm sure she does. It stands to reason" Brigid said softly. "Reason?! What reason would this woman know a bloodthirsty emissary?!" he yelled. "Have you not wondered where they come from? You said yourself you do not know what happens to some of the ones taken.</p><p>"Duncan. How old do you think she is?" she asked. "40? 42?" he replied. "And between what ages are these tributes?" she asked. "Usually between 13 and 20" he replied. "And if this tribute is done every 25 years..." she asked. </p><p>"She...she was one of the tributes" he muttered. "Not just that. I am betting this woman is kin to that one" Brigid said pointing to them. Duncan grew quiet. "We...we thought maybe. How could one of us turn into that?" he asked pointing to the giantess growling and pulling on magical bindings. "Maybe I should see" Brigid said sitting down. Brigid touched the forehead of the woman to read her memories.</p><p>He was in a dark place surrounded by screams, crying, and whimpers. Bodies of people touching her. She was like this for hours until she tumbled out onto a massive stone floor. A middle-aged giant stood above all 50 of them. Teenage kids hugged one another in fear. The floor shook as something emerged before them. The shrieks of sheer terror as a colossal naked woman with grey skin stood before them. The Formorian Rona. "Welcome to your new home. As per the agreement made so long ago, you are mine. Bright Day, Dark Night. See to them and bring me one that is fair and healthy before the midnight hour" she commanded before leaving them. They were made to walk to rooms carved into cave walls. Iron rods their bars. And there they were for the longest of time. She saw the one named Dark Night take a 14-year-old girl from her cage. Torn right of out of the hands of her older sister. She was not seen again. Every 6 months, one would be taken but that was not the worst of it. Being scared and alone, she saw the males pair off with females for human comfort. It led to pregnancies which attracted the notice of emissaries. When a girl was heavy with child, she would be taken away and not seen again until she was empty once more. They never said what became of their offspring. They said nothing as their minds broken.</p><p>A decade had passed and all she knew from her village were gone leaving her all alone. Bright Day came for her. She was terrified as she was held in her grip. Naked and trembling, she was placed on the stone floor before a harrowing looking throne of black rock. Before her was another girl. "Only one shall live to see the morrow" the booming voice or Rona said. She understood they were to fight until one victor remained. She won. Her nose bloody, her eye swollen but she had won. Giant fingernails plucked the loser up. Her weak painful screams filled Arwen's ears and she watched as Rona ate her like a crumb of bread. The giantess pulsed with power seconds later. Arwen had been told that Rona was responsible for giving the land life and now she knew the truth behind that. "Your life is not your only reward" Rona said snapping her fingers. Arwen grew to the size of a normal human. The giantess summoned Bright Day before her. He snoozed her fingers once more. "Eat her and assume your new place" Rona commanded. Arwen picked up the middle-aged woman and placed her in her mouth.</p><p>Arwen could not remember the last time she tasted something other than bread and water. Salty and sweet, she savored her flavor before the unrelenting need to chew was too much to bear. The fallen emissary did not scream of cry as her flesh and bones cracked, tore, and squelched in her mouth. Arwen tasted her coppery tasting blood and savored every scrap of the woman she could before swallowing. Seconds after she did, she felt the magic transferred to her. Her ratty dirty hair became pristine, emaciated flesh and muscles healthy once more. "Good. Welcome Bright Day. assume your place at my throne" Rona cackled. She did and she reminded there doing her bidding until the next tribute was due.</p><p>Brigid hugged her body rocking back and forth reeling from the memories. "What did you see?" Duncan asked. Brigid broke down into sobs and laid on her side and the horrors weighted greatly on her heart. The villagers walked close to her to show their concern. Duncan petted her cheek wiping away a tear. He was caught off guard as the sobbing giantess grabbed him and held him close to her face. "It was horrible. So much pain and misery for years and years. They're all gone. Every last one gone except two. She made them become her new emissaries" she muttered. The villagers gasped in shock. The older ones cried as their last hope of seeing loved ones taken years ago disappeared. Arwen has stopped writhing around and simply laid there. Seeing them grieve, seeing the torture Arwen's had gone through, Brigid made a heavy decision. She sat up and wiped her face. "I want everyone to gather every scrap of gold and iron you have. Every last bit and leave them before me" she said. "Why?" Duncan asked. "I need a weapon. This madness will end by my hand" she replied coldly. With half their village destroyed, dozens dead, and their children saved, they readily agreed. </p><p>Brigid watched for hours as they came and went dropping forks, knives, plates, plows, scythes, axes, saws, shovels, promise rings, and precious handed down heirlooms and jewelry before her. Finally, they had stopped. "That's it. Nothing left" Duncan said. Brigid had divided the iron and gold into two piles. As expected the pile of gold was considerably smaller than the iron. Brigid dug a trench into the ground and in the center formed a line with the gold. "Keep away. This will not be pleasant" she warned the people gathering to see what she had planned. Brigid summoned intense flames to fill the trench. The heat intense enough for nearby grass to burst into flame. Sweat dropped from her body as she melted the gold into a thin uniform line. Once done and called forth a fine mist to cool the metal. Brigid used a finely tuned barrier to straighten and fold the gold until it was a thin six-inch-long, quarter inch thick plate. A splashing of water cooled it further. </p><p>Now, she took half the iron and dropped it on top of the gold plate and smelted it. She cooled it and flipped it over repeating the process until she had a crudely made iron blade. "A blade?" Duncan asked. "The making of a sword. Gold bone for flexibility. Iron for the toughness" she said inspecting it. "Hmm. Need a hilt" she muttered. She summoned two lengths of granite out of the very earth and fused them together. To join and anchor the blade to the hilt, she took off her sandals and used the leather straps to tie and fasten them. By sundown, she sat quietly sharpening and etching the blade with granite. Duncan tapped the sole of her foot. "Impressive work but even at your size tis no better than a large knife. That is no match against a Formoriean" he said. "They said the same thing about David and his slingshot. They doubted, mocked, laughed when they saw it. That is until God blessed him and his weapon" she said plucking the top of the blade. "The father" the muttered as it made a high-pitched ring. "The Son" the said plucking the middle making a medium pitched ring. "And the Holy Ghost" she said plucking the bottom making a low ring. Symbolic magic encircled the sword as it astoundingly grew in size. When it had stopped, it was a 3 ft. long broadsword. Brigid stood up holding the sword and looked off in the distance. "It seems I finished in time" she muttered. "What do you mean?" Duncan asked not seeing anything she was looking at.</p><p>"Those are not stars" she muttered as five orange points of light seemed to come towards them. They got closer and closer. "The Slaugh. It's the Slaugh! Rona has sent them to punish us!" a villager yelled. "Souls made of cursed flames" Duncan told her. "I know. My master told me of them as a child" she said readying herself. Brigid launched an attack of mist hoping to weaken and confuse them as they got close enough. It did not weaken them, but it did force them to land. Their very footsteps scorched the dirt. Brigid singled the first one out as it's burning form glowed in the mist. "Yea though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death" she muttered slashing at it and cutting it down. "I will fear no evil" she said watching it snuff out. The air grew increasingly hot. The wind blew and the mist was gone. Brigid was exposed. The darkness had come, and their unholy forms lit the night. The girl felt fear in her heart. To hear the stories was one thing. To see four of them staring into your soul was another. Blue ghostly flames appeared as skeletal bones in their form. Their blue hissing skulls made her fingers and toes wriggle with worry. "For thou art with me" she said gripping her sword tighter. They pointed their hands at her and she moved to the right knowing what was coming. </p><p>They followed her movements and released a punishing torrent of flames at her. Anyone else would be burnt to their bones in seconds. Brigid pressed her bare feet into the soil as well as the tip of her sword. A powerful barrier kept her alive. "My rod and thy staff. They comfort me" she said softly as she endured. Duncan and the others screamed out of concern for their friendly giantess as she disappeared in a storm of fire. "Thou preparest a table in the presence of mine enemies" she said using wind magic to blow away the firestorm. "Thou anointed my head with oil. My cup runneth over" she said focusing her magic into her limbs. The dirt around her feet went flying as she charged to attack. She destroyed one and used her momentum to turn and take out another. She walked slowly over to it. It shrieked and three balls of flame at her which she easily deflected. Brigid let herself grin for a moment to realize it could feel fear. It rose into the air to attack. Astonishingly, Brigid cast a fire spell and bound it. It fell to the ground immobilized. With a coldness, Brigid slew it where it lay. "Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I will live in the house of the lord forever. Amen" she muttered crossing herself. </p><p>"Nobody had killed a Slaugh since the last era. Brigid, this goes well past having auspicious parents. What bloodline do you share?" Duncan asked. Everyone standing there wanted to know too. "I do not know. Ever since I was born, I could perform miracles. Magic with no equal. The temperance to change people. It's why I want to be a nun Duncan. In the eyes of God, we are all his children, and our souls have equal weight. I firmly believe He is the one that gifted me this power and also brought me here" she replied. The people know not what to make of her answer. Someone of her power with such humility? Did this one God of hers grant her this power? This serenity? Brigid rested and ate whatever the land could provide her. Men and women gathered literally at her feet asking questions about this Christianity of hers. Of course, she could not answer all of them by the time she was forced to rest. They went to their homes to care for the 40 other kids saved by her except Duncan. </p><p>It frustrated him to no end her chastity. He had never loved a girl this much before. It wasn't just the urge to fuck her but to claim her his wife. He did not care about their difference in size and she couldn't give him children. And the more he thought on it, the more it hurt. For a brief second, he wished she never came. Duncan went to the well, gathered a bucket of water and heated it. With a cloth in hand and the bucket in the other, he walked to her feet. Quietly, during the next three hours, scrubbed her soles and between her toes clean. It was the least he could do after risking her life to save them, and it did give him some pleasure to serve her feet. Duncan laid down on a pile of straw near her face and went to sleep. </p><p>It was morning and she was not to be found. Duncan asked around to hear she had left the village to relieve herself. Until she returned, he simply went about his time tending to his daily chores. His patch of land weeded, giant chickens herded, laundry washed and left to dry. Then the shadow blotted out the sun and a pair of giant toes thudded to the ground. "Back?" he asked not looking up. "Yes. Did you eat already?" she asked. He shook his head. Another thud as she placed a giant apple on the ground. "I couldn't help but notice my feet were clean of dirt and soot when I awoke. That your doing?" she asked. "Aye" he replied. "For what reason?" she asked. "Is it so odd to wish to repay your kindness with foot washing?" he asked. "Not according to my teachings. My faith says that..."</p><p>"ENOUGH ABOUT YOUR RELIGION AND YOUR GOD!" he yelled looking up at the giantess. His outburst took her by surprise, and she sat down. "What kind of God demands his women to deny the most basic function of life? "He does not say to deny it. He said to be fruitful and multiply. But in order to be closest to him one must be pure" she said. "So, sex between husband and wife makes them filthy? Did you not say that all souls are equal before your God?" he asked angrily. "This is about us isn't it?" she said. "You're damned right it is" he hissed. Duncan hastily took off his clothing leaving him naked before her. Brigid looked away. "What? The killer of cursed souls fears the sight of a man's penis? Am I not the creation of your God? Is my nakedness such a damnation in your eyes?" he asked with a breaking voice. She could hear him sniffling. Brigid looked at him. "Why? Why would your God deny me you?" he said falling to his knees. Brigid placed him in her hands. To say she felt nothing holding his small naked body would be a lie. </p><p>"Since I was 11 years old, men have sought my hand in marriage or my bedchamber. You are the first to pain me for saying no. When I look upon you, I feel my heart quicken, my cheeks warm, the flutter of my stomach. It is not the sight of your buttocks, balls, or penis that makes me turn away. It is the self-hatred I feel for denying my love for you. I love you Duncan. The woman in me wants to grow fat with your children. To feel your lips on my skin, your touch. The pain of giving you my maidenhead" she said as she raised him to her lips. She kissed him. "I am so rich in faith and poor in womanly duties that that is all I can afford you" she said placing him on the ground. Brigid walked off leaving them alone. Duncan dressed and sat alone in his barn. She had told him a painful truth that she felt the same way for him. That she wanted to be his wife, but other duties came before that. It gave him some degree of solace that his feelings were reciprocated but it did not do much to ease his broken heart. Brigid has returned to him holding her sword. "I have asked the others to gather carts so I may carry their children back" she said. "To their village?" he asked. "Aye. That and more" she said looking at her sword. <br /></p>