Eoghan - a lumberman by trade - was doing what he does best felling trees. Being strong with an axe, Eoghan felt natural in his job, and felt good when doing it "Phew today has been a long one , One final tree and that's me done for the day". With a deep breath and a swift swing of his axe he felled an oak wider than most men. Cutting it was the easy part, moving it was the difficult part. With the tossing of two heavy chains, the log was secured. All that was needed now was some heavy lift gear; and with a whistle from his bearded face an ox of massive proportions stumbled through the woods. Once the beast was chained and harnessed to carry the load, they headed back to Eoghan's home.
As Eoghan and the lumbering ox approached a dimly lit cabin. The door swung open, "Daddy you're home!". A young girl came running towards Eoghan hugging at his leg. "You're back! Did you bring me anything?". He began to rummage through his satchel, "let me see..." He tosses a bottle, "no" He lays out his axe "no not that either," the man proceeds to pull out a hand crafted wooden doll. "Ah, this is what I was looking for!" Eoghan hands the doll to his daughter Sophia, and proceeds into the house to greet his wife Gloria with a kiss and a hug. "What's for dinner, love? My stomach aches." Gloria prepares a meal in the kitchen. "Your favorite, honey. Boiled pork with mixed greens." Eoghan stands up and hugs his wife, "I must have done something right in a past life to deserve you".
The next morning passes, and Eoghan sets out on his daily rounds. As he heads into town, he sees a clash of soldiers clad in red and yellow leading an aggressive charge against another host clothed in green, white, and yellow. In the clamour of battle, he manages to hear the red and yellow shouting "Adrian!" nealry overwhelming the other's of "Curon!". Eoghan rushes home, fearing the fighting will push out into the forests- as a harrowing whistling fills the air, soon followed by crashing of tree branches as a massive flaming stone rends through them. His heart plummets and veins run cold as he abandons the ox, feet and heart pounding as he sprints home. Or what remains of it. The boulder had demolished his house, leaving a smoldering scar in the earth.
When the inferno had been quenched, Eoghan returned to his once lovely home to search the smoldering rubble. There were no bodies in sight, and the wooden doll that he had gifted his daughter the day prior was dropped in the grass behind the house.
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