Have you ever been chosen for something? You know what I mean, like a "life changing event" chosen? Well have I got a tale for you. It all started a few months ago. I was just another slub with a slightly higher than minimum wage job. Sure, I was a vet, but I was a POG never did anything heroic or brave. Shit I never even saw a warzone, let alone killed a man. I was working on an assembly line putting some kind of machine together. I didn't know what it was all I did was screw on one panel. Had a borderline useless girlfriend, all she was really good for was sex and free booze (I think she stole it from work). And only a few buddies that i hung out with or sometimes went hunting with. Like I said nothing really important, till i went out one night without the girlfriend.
It wasn't like I was doing anything special or cheating on my girlfriend or anything, I just felt like going to a bar after work for a couple beers. So there I was, just minding my own business, drinking a PBR (it was the cheapest one they had). An older lady walks up, I'd say she was about 60, tall, about 6 and a half feet tall, with black hair that was starting to grey.
"I see that you are doing a lot with your life aren't you." she stated as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Well fuck you too lady." I replied sarcastically.
"Are you aware of your purpose in life? Of who you serve or should be serving i should say?"
I could only reply with a blank stare and an open mouth.
"What do you know of the old gods?" she asked with a bit of impatience in her voice.
"Like the greeks or norse mythology?" I answered questioningly.
"Sure but, i think you should read up on Celts if i were you."
"O.K... Why?"
"Lets just say it would behoove you to start learning to save time later on."
With that she just gets up and walks away from me. I look at beer and then back in the direction she was walking but she was gone. poof! like a fart in the wind.
"Well that was fucking weird." I thought to myself. With my afternoon of drinking ruined by crazy, I paid for my beer, grabbed my shit and left the bar. I was walking down the street to my apartment. I'll be damned if i'm gonna get a DUI because I was feeling lazy. I passed a bookstore and thought, "what the hell?" step inside, went to the mythology section, found a book on Celtic mythology. I flipped through a few pages, like what i read and decided to buy the book.
A few weeks went by, nothing really happened. I read the book, found some things interesting. I really enjoyed the part about the Morrigan for some reason. Wanna know why i liked it? Go get a book on her and read it, I ain't gonna spell it out for you. Anyway, I was going on with my life, the girlfriend was still around, i was just too lazy to end it. She had stayed the night and we were both sleeping when i had a very strange dream. In my dream i was standing in an open field, i think, it was very foggy. There i was, standing there wondering where this dream was going, it was boring so far, when a voice spoke to me.
"So have you figured out who you serve yet, my son?"
Who I serve? Wasn't that what that crazy lady said to me at the bar? Where was this voice coming from? What was i dreaming about? What the fuck is going on? This dream was getting strange.
"No clue what you mean lady." I replied.
