Chapter 2: Past and Present

Ava could see the top of the world gate from afar.
She automatically stepped a little bigger. It was about a kilometer and a half to the world gate. In the end they had apparently made it through to erect the world gate outsideMorgentau. After the disaster of that time ...

She wasn't sure if she was in full possession of all her powers to use magic again. But she didn't feel like getting blisters on her feet. Should she or shouldn't she?
"You can try it," she said to herself and slowed her pace until Ava finally came to a standstill. The white-haired woman breathed in and out deeply, closed her eyes, concentrated and tore them open seconds later. For a moment it seemed as if her body was shimmering, but too late, Ava was no longer to be seen. She stood, or rather lay, at the world gate. The white-haired woman cursed softly and straightened up. Already she could hear the amused chuckle from Lord Dorchadas. She frowned in annoyance and brushed the imaginary dust off her clothes.
"It looks like you're a little out of practice, Ava." Her master's voice rang out. An almost animal growl escaped the holy-haired man's throat. Ava snapped at Lord Dorchadas and her aura darkened, she looked angry.
"It's all right, child.", Said Lord Dorchadas and raised his hands defensively, at the same time a gesture of apology. "Don't use your magic again until you have recovered properly. Ava, I think you know the consequences well.", The redhead continued and looked at Ava intently.
"Before I forget: Here, you can use this!" With these words the Lord threw her a black, rectangular thing. The white-haired woman caught it and eyed it suspiciously. "What about all three realms is that?" Ava exclaimed and she looked at her master for help. He let himself down to a slight grin and replied: "That, child, is called a wallet. It contains the valid currency of mortals. After all, I can't really be responsible for the fact that you don't eat anything."
"If you mean ...", the white-haired woman mumbled and nodded to the red-haired man. She was ready. Lord Dorchadas lost no more time, but formed a small black ball in his right hand. A dimensional sphere. You need them to activate world gates. The redhead gave free rein to the dimensional sphere and it floated into the middle of the world gate. Lord Dorchadas recited: "Oscail an geata. An geata na saol agus iad a thabhairt chuig an áit cheart. Impireacht na éisteacht a ríochta, an mortal agus an réimse na n anamacha caillte. Trua leat.[1]"
The triangular gate of the worlds began to shimmer in the most varied of colors in the center.Slowly the ball formed into a rectangle and widened. Little by little it got bigger and turned into a triangle that eventually filled the whole world gate. Now you could only see three colors clearly: black, red and white. The rest blended into hazy, gray streaks.
"Go, Ava.", Lord Dorchadas said to her and looked at her. This look expressed what he could not say: “Good luck.” The white-haired woman nodded thanks and stepped through the world gate.
At the moment she was still in a tangle of misleading streaks of color. Ava's muscles tensed involuntarily. Where would it end up? She hadn't taken the time to look in the envelope she had received.
It was still in a tangle of streaks of color and imprecise forms. Gradually the streaks of color solidified into an environment: the contours of trees, a forest. In the end she was standing somewhere near a forest in a meadow by which there was a field.
Ava's eyebrow twitched dangerously and the white-haired woman took out the envelope deliberately. She tore open the envelope, took out the slip of paper, and let out a sharp cry of indignation. The forest echoed her scream.
"This completeHakuchi[2]! If I catch him, he can experience something! Baka! Lord Dorchadas, you can still experience something! My word!", Ava said in armor.
She let the slip of paper sail carelessly to the ground, turned and walked indignantly. There was sure to be a road here! And a road always showed you the way to civilization. The white-haired woman did not worry about her clothes, which are unusual for this area. But kept looking for a street. A cursory look back only fueled her anger at Lord Dorchadas.

It said:

Country - Ireland
In the Cork area
Lives in a cottage[3]

He could have saved himself the last "information"! Ava didn't suspect that Aoife's reincarnation was a caveman.
Irresistible, she ran to the discovered road, which had a number of potholes and cracks. It was like finding a needle in a haystack, as mortals used to say so beautifully.
Ava was following the lane for a good three miles when something moving came towards her. An automobile or something, as far as she remembered it. She was about to get the strange-looking vehicle to stop when it made an unnatural sideways movement and came to a standstill. Curiously, she approached the thing so much that she still had ten meters between herself and the vehicle.
Seconds later, the white-haired woman heard a swearing, rather loud, woman's voice from the car-thing. The woman, Ava strongly suspected it was one, opened the door, came out and stood in front of the car. Ava took a few steps closer, knowing it was a good idea.The woman uttered some foul words and the white-haired one filtered out the word Solas. Well, someone probably dragged the name Lady Solas' into the mud. "Well I'll help him ...", Ava mumbled angrily and called over to her in a clearly understandable manner: "Don't drag the name Lady Solas in the dirt, Mesu[4]!"
For a moment Ava's anger at Lord Dorchadas was forgotten when the woman, it really was one, turned to her. Ava was finally close enough to see, or rather identify, the person's face.
"Rosalind?" The white-haired woman asked carefully. The woman's face remained unchanged. "Who? Me?" Asked the woman in reply. Ava nodded. Wasn't it Rosalind? Had she mistaken her for someone else?
The woman's face lit up suddenly. Her golden brown eyes lit up. "Ava ...? It's really you! What in Dorchadas' name brings you here?", She asked while Rosalind approached Ava and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Exactly that one, Rosalind. I'll explain everything to you later ... You have really changed!" Replied the white-haired woman and released the hug again. Rosalind giggled, "I'm a mortal, Ava. It's perfectly normal to age. But you seem to have changed too. Your hair has turned snow white, like a grandma's!" "Shut up! I like the color of the hair ! ", Ava resisted the teasing, her old friend. "By the way ... What happened to your Digs there?", She informed herself and pointed to the car.
Rosalind's expression darkened. "The bike has folded away on the right side ... I shouldn't tell you very much ... I have to inform the towing service if we want to get out of here today ... So if you would excuse me for a moment." Then the brown-haired woman drew a rectangular, stable, red one Thing out of her jacket pocket and pounded on it. It had to be really stable ... Then she held it to her auricle and had a conversation with the box. Strange, these mortals ...
The whole time Ava was standing a bit perplexed and wondering how it worked. To talk to a box. Could her… wallet do that too?
Until she remembered why she was here in Ireland in the first place. This also brought her anger back to the redhead.
She would have loved to turn around on her heel, visit Morgentau Castle and turn Lord Dorchadas' neck. But unfortunately that didn't work.
Rosalind just finished her conversation with the small rectangular box and turned to Ava: "May I ask what brings you here ...?" Ava's black eyes narrowed to small slits and she pressed out with difficulty: "When I no longer have the urgency feel Lord Dorchadas twisting his neck, yes. "Rosalind grinned and the emerging sun illuminated her auburn hair.About two hours later, Ava and Rosalind were sitting at the kitchen table in Rosalind's Cottage. They talked more or less. Rosalind had made tea.
After the towing service had taken your car to the workshop, the driver had dropped you off at homeneighborhood service, they called it. Well, they would have been pretty smeared if they hadn't been given this service.
Because Rosalind lived inBellafeard. Calling Bellafeard a dump would be too exaggerated. Even if it had a cemetery. But apart from Rosalind's Cottage there were only one or two other houses, one of which was a gas station.
"Oh man, now I can see how I get to work for the next few days ... maybe with Cecilia? Luckily she's picking Tim up from school today ...", Rosalind resigned, tormented, and let her head sink onto the table top. The kitchen was quite small, there was just enough room for a table and chairs, but it was very cozy.
Ava listened to her, stirring the teacup with her spoon on whichI'm a donkey!stood and replied: “Half as bad as my stay in the realm of mortals!” The person opposite stared at her briefly in amazement and immediately asked: “I knew there had to be a good reason for you to come here . Which is it? ”Ava sighed almost imperceptibly.
"I should find Aoife's reincarnation ...", the white-haired woman finally answered. "So she was really reborn? Her death was a shock for all of us.", Said Rosalind and added: "Where is Liam? I think he is very interested in finding Aoife's reincarnation ..."
The white-haired woman's gaze was difficult to read, because for a brief moment she looked hurt, but then emotions were reflected in her eyes that were initially incomprehensible to the brown-haired woman. Until Ava's answer: "Away ... He's gone." "What do you mean: gone?", Rosalind wanted to know, confused. Why should Liam be gone? He had always liked them both very much.
But Ava was silent.
"But ..." began the Darcy. "That's none of your business!" Ava cut in sharply. She couldn't