I can recall an ancient time, when the land whispered its name along the wind. When hero’s walked the roads, and prophecies fortold, which brought down kings and warriors alike. But all that is left now, is a tower, standing alone, onTor-more as a distant reminder of Ethnea, the mother of Lugh. As Ethnea was a child, her father, Balor, was given a prophecy that a child by her would bring about his death. When he heard this, he imprisoned her with 12 maidens, who he charged with not allowing her to see the face of a man, in a tower on the coast of his kingdom. In time, a man appeared at the door, in the guise of a woman, ushered in under the pretext of having been saved by a Druid, from the tyrant who had kidnaped her. This man was Cian, son of DianCecht, and was there to seek revenge on Balor for the theft of his Sacred milking cow. Shortly after arriving, Ethnea caught a glimpse of Cian and was fast in love with him. To assist the young lovers, the Druid cast a sleeping spell over the maidens to prevent them from interfering in Ethnea’s courtship……