Crom Cruach is hayai

“Crom Cruach,” I heard my mother whisper. “It’s Crom Cruach.”

“No,” Onyx said, looking at her in disbelief. “What? No. God damn it, no. Fucking fuck, no.”

Nobody replied for a moment, probably just understanding the feeling, but then my father placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Jaune?” He asked and I closed my eyes.

“I don’t sense it,” I replied after a moment. “But I didn’t sense it before, until it was right below us. It moved fast. I wasn’t looking, but…”

“I was looking,” Onyx said. “Hand my hands in the dirt to make sure nothing popped up and gave us a nasty surprise, but…fuck, I’m with the kid; it was just suddenly there. I moves through the ground as fast as anything I’ve ever seen on land.”