BY: Lady~Enyo  mail to: Abbs001@aol.com 

DISCLAIMER...... 
 I don't own these characters Universal Studios and Sea 
Change does! I am merely paying homage to ROAR, one 
of the best TV shows ever created! So don't bother suing me 
it would be a waste of time there is no blood in this stone. 
 
Now on with the story........... 
 
~WHAT IF?~  
  
What if the world were flat?  
What if the world weren't round?  
What if the two lovers escaped with out a sound?  
What if she were not dead?  
Would the rest of the rest of the land die in her stead?  
  
Lady~Enyo musin' over the could have beens........  
  
......Standing in the midst of the morning sunrise he watched 
as the fog caressed the land. The hills sides, the lakes and 
even the trees seemed to hum with a low laying silence that 
would bring one to their knees.  
  
Gulping back the tears as he wept Conor sank down upon his 
knees and set his eyes on the heavens. The morning after 
brought such sorrow as he awoke with her cold body beside 
him (after crying himself to sleep the night before). Clare had 
died by the hands of her own father while trying to stop him 
from taking his life. Fergus had come just in the nick of time 
to save his own but too late to save hers.  
  
"Sweet Brghid" spoke Fergus to himself as he watched the 
young curly haired man weeping upon his knees. "I cost him 
his family now the same man who killed them cost him his 
love. Please Mother of ours grant him the happiness that 
was taken from him."  
  
Just then light became dark, the wind churned and the tress 
rustled then all of a sudden it stopped. No movement, no 
sound, and no one to be found. Fergus stood alone in the 
dark startled by the change in scenery for it had been dawn 
and getting brighter still just moments ago.  
  
"Mothers of earth," he sang... "Fathers of sky..."  
  
"There is no need for that," spoke a gentle voice and out of 
the darkness came a beaming light.  
  
Fergus shielded his eyes and watched as the light changed 
form and as it died in intensity it took shape and a silhouette 
of a woman.  
  
"Who are you spoke?" Fergus still shielding his eyes for the 
silhouette still had quiet a hallow of white light around it.  
  
"I am not whom but what," spoke the presence in the same 
warm voice as before. "I am not the present or the past but the 
hand of endless possibilities."  
  
"What do you want here?" he asked, not all together liking this 
presence that resembled of a woman... even if her voice was 
warm and could melt the ice off the north sea.  
  
"I heard what you said," spoke the silhouette as it moved closer 
to him. "You asked that Brighid bring back the son of Derek's 
happiness."  
  
'Aye I did indeed, but what does that got to do with you?" he 
asked as he crossed his muscular arms before his chest.  
  
The silhouette laughed in a warm tone but it had a sinister 
feel. "I can do that. I can bring him back his love."  
  
"No one can do that," spoke Fergus. "She is dead."  
  
"Perhaps today she is dead" spoke the hallowed presence, "But 
twenty four hours ago she was alive."  
  
"That she was," spoke Fergus. "But that was then and this is now."  
  
She quickly remarked to his statement with one of her own. "What 
if then was now?"  
  
"What?" spoke Fergus. 'You're daft!"  
  
She went on ignoring his remark, "What if this was yesterday 
at sunrise?"  
  
"It would be the morning after," spoke Fergus a sadden tone of 
voice as he slowly lowered his head.  
  
"Yes of course you are right" spoke the woman with a majestic 
wave of her hand. "But now that you know what is to come 
what would you do? What would you do........."  
  
The rhythmic sound of the woman's exclaimed words ran 
through his head, Fergus could feel the air move around him 
once again. He could hear the trees rustling on the currents air, 
he could feel the warmth of the rising sun upon his face.... he 
could feel.. he could feel the terrible throbbing of a hang
over coming on.....  
  
Moaning in agony Fergus raised his hand up to his head! Dust 
rained down upon as he moved.  
  
"Sweet Brighid!" he exclaimed as he sat up slowly and dirt 
the dirt from his face and dust filled lashes. Leaning against 
the nearest sturdy thing he could find Fergus squinting against 
the rays of sunlight the seeped down through the cracks from 
above as he tried to have a look around. His head was still 
pounding as if a smith were beating a mallet against it. And just 
as his eyes came into focus the words. What would you do? 
rang through his head. And he realized where he was. He was 
in the root cellar, leaning up against the barrel of ale he had 
been going to fetch the night before...........  
  

.....Looking up to the charred flooring above that still smoldered 
from the fire the night before Fergus rose slowly to his feet. It 
was the morning after. Who or whatever she was had turned 
back time, what was then was now.  
 
Climbing up the ladder Fergus pushed opened the charred hatch. 
Ash flew up and he could not help but breath it in. The smell of 
death was everywhere. Then he saw him, just as he had been 
before. Conor stood there looking at him. His entire body 
covered in as and his brown eyes where pools of tears that 
streamed in rivulets to muddle with the grey upon his checks. 
 
Conor walked up and threw his arms around Fergus. He wept 
into his shoulder then pulling back away he spoke the same 
word Fergus knew all too well. 
 
     "Fergus, what happn'?" asked Conor in a dry sadden tone 
of voice. Fergus swallowed hard as he watched Conor look 
over to the root cellar. 
     "You were drunk," exclaimed Conor. "You were their 
champion you were suppose to protect them." 
     Then acting purely on instinct, without thinking Fergus 
blurted out in a gruff voice, "Where were you?" 
     "Get away from me," spoke out Conor as he turned away 
from him in shame.

     "They were my  family too!" called out Fergus sadly. 
     "Go!" called out Conor as he continued to walk away. 
     "The were my family too!" Fergus called out louder still 
then just as he had done before he walked away, leaving the 
charred village behind him. 
 
Walking into the nearest woods he stooped after many 
persistent strides and leaned back hard against an old oak tree. 
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back so that his face 
was looking up towards the sky even though his eyes were 
not. It had happened just as it had before. Nothing had changed.
What good was it to drag up all this pain again? It was then that 
the words rang through his head as clearly as the moment the 
mysterious presence had spoken them...... 
 
"But now that you know what is to come what would you do? 
What would you do............" 
 
Fergus quickly opened his eyes and searched the woods. He 
had to find Conor. He had to do it all different, he had to be 
there before Gar's sword ever leaves it's sheath. And with that 
in mind he ran, back towards the ruins of the village. His eyes 
fell upon his blacken home and from this moment on this
scene would be forever seared into his soul. The last ruminates 
of a great union burned to ashes in a single night's passing. 
 
"It takes but a moment to change the future," he spoke out 
loud to himself as he walked around the village to try to pick 
up Conor's trail. He spotted fresh tracks mixed in morning dew 
and shoot then flowed them into the woods. It wasn't hard to 
catch up with Conor for his strides were very weak. His
head was hung low and his arms dangled loosely at his sides. 
 
Fergus followed Conor for nearly an hour at the same pace 
then suddenly without warning Conor seemed to take on a 
whole new attitude. His feet became swift, his arms swung 
fiercely at his sides and his jaw was held clenched in a  stern 
expression of determination. His speed was unmeasurable 
and he churned the air in his wake. His drive was that of 
revenge, and try as he may Fergus could not bring himself to 
intervene. And this he could not understand, he had been 
brought back in time to change the future but now that he 
was there he was unable to act, and Conor was getting away. 
 
"Sweet Brighid what now?" asked Fergus of himself and 
that is when he remembered the meeting. This night Conor 
would met Clare in the midst of the grove of trees that lay 
in the open area of the rolling grass lands. And Fergus set 
out to get his weapons for he was more than adamant that 
he was going to get there first..........

.....Standing in the midst of the circle of trees Fergus looked about 
the area, studying it in great detail. The sun still shone high in the 
sky but he was not taking any chances. He only had one shot at 
this and was going to make sure the odds were in his favor.   
     The whinny of a horse made Fergus stop and turn around. The 
three horses he had tied up to a tree were becoming edgy, it was as if 
they too knew of the tempestuous events that were to come. Worst of 
all he had to convince Conor to trust him, to believe what he was to tell 
him as truth, and get him to run with Clare and never look back. The
last he didn't figure to be hard for the young prince had told him how 
he would like to sail to the Mediterranean.   
     Walking over to the horses Fergus patted each, one by one, to soothe
their nerves as well as his own. He was a seasoned warrior to be certain 
and the smell of a fight never even made him flinch but on this occasion 
he had already seen the out come and he prayed to Brighid that it would 
not replay out the same way again.   
      "Fergus?" spoke out a questioning voice.   
Fergus whipped around to find Conor standing behind him.   
     "What are you doing here?" asked Conor as he looked to the three 
horses then back to Fergus.   
     "You're a bit earlier than I expected." spoke Fergus as he let his 
hand slide down off the wethers of the horse he had been petting.   
     "Early?" spoke Conor. "How did you know I would be here?"   
     "You've come to meet Clare," spoke Fergus.   
     "That is if she comes," spoke Conor down heartedly.   
     "She'll be here and a few unwanted guests along with her." 
commented Fergus.   
     "If you are sayin' what I think you're sayin', YOU ARE WRONG!" 
shouted Conor. "Clare would never betray me."   
     "No, no lad," spoke Fergus in his defense. "Well.... at least not on
purpose."   
     "What are you saying Fergus?" spoke Conor with a grimace upon his 
face.
  
     Fergus reached up a hand and laid it upon Conor's shoulder. "Gar is
going to have her followed. You both are in real danger."   
     "I've got to warn Clare!" spoke out Conor and he quickly moved 
around Fergus and went to take charge of one of the three horses.   
     "No" spoke out Fergus as he snatched the reins away from Conor 
to prevent his leaving.   
     "I have to Fergus!" shouted Conor.   
      "Let her come," spoke Fergus. "It's the only way I see to get her 
here without risking you both." He patted the horse on the neck the 
retied it off on the tree. "That's what these here are for. As soon as she 
get's here I'll make a distraction and you make a run for it!"   
     "There will not be enough time Fergus," spoke Conor. "If she is to 
be followed....." He stumbled on his words a bit then asked. "How do 
you know all this? You have been to Gar's castle!"   
     "No lad but believe me, what I say is true." spoke Fergus earnestly. 
"If you don't get off this isle this night one of you or both will die!"   
     "You can't expect me to run without just cause." spoke Conor not
entirely sure what to think.    
    "Then why are you here?" spoke Fergus in a huff of wind. "If not 
to get Clare away from Gar."   
     "I am but..." Conor's words trailed off again and then he stated
questioningly. "You have been following me."   
     "I have not!" answered Fergus.   
     "Then how do you know all this?" spoke Conor.    
      Fergus replied, "I know this and you do too.. When Gar finds out 
that a bit of your father's blood still roams this isle he'll come after 
you!"   
   Conor shook his curly topped head and crossed his arms before his 
chest. He had plained to leave with Clare but he had planned to do so 
without anyone knowing.     Letting out a sigh Conor looked about, the 
evening air was drifting in off the sea and the sky was starting to change 
color with the sun setting down below the tree tops. It would be night 
soon and if Clarie were gonna come it wouldn't be long.   
       In a blurt Conor asked, "What did you have in mind?"   
Ferguss grinned wide and looked about the trees. "I'll hide up there and 
let Clare comecirclee of trees. You wait by the horses and as soon as 
she gets here you get her saddled then run! And don't look back I don't 
care what you here."   
       "What of you?" asked Conor. 'I just can't leave you here."   
       "Yes you can!" stated Fergus. "Clare needs you lad... she needs 
you."
  
 .     "What is it Fergus?" asConorr. "youhave somethingn to tell me 
and yet you will not."   
       "I can't explain this," stated Fergus. 'I just know it to be true.
Someone will die tonight........."   
      
  
.....Sitting on a flat rock underneath a tree Conor picked and pealed apart
at a lone stick he had retrieved off the ground. He was feeling very much
like the stick in his hand looked; torn, unskined and basically left out to
die. His mind was wandering in all sorts of directions now, racing much
faster than it had before he meet up with Fergus. His life was getting 
more twisted around by the moment, and it was far from being over.... If 
what Fergus had said was true then he had to leave the isle. Gar would 
not just let Clare run away, especially with him.   
     The cool night's air whispered through the wood, bringing with it the
smell of wild flowers that grew in the rolling meadows beyond the circle 
of trees. Clare loved flowers, Conor remembered when he had first meet 
her, he had stumbled upon her while hunting. She had been alone out in 
the rolling meadows picking flowers. Her long waved hair floating on the 
currents of air that raced across the open meadow. He had remained 
hidden behind a tree for several moments watching her until astonishment 
at the sight of  Clare's beauty took over his mind and his body went 
limp...that is when he had dropped his spear and shouted loudly as it 
jabbed the side of his foot. His hiding spot had done him no good at that 
point and he revealed himself by stepping out from behind the tree. Clare 
had been frightened by the loud shout and spun to face him. At first sight 
she dropped the collection of followers in her hand then quickly ran away 
from Conor. He struggled to race after her. His foot was bleeding, fairly 
free flowing, from the spear but he didn't care and just as he was to 
have caught up with her he stumbled and fell flat on the ground. "Wait" 
he  called out to her and at the sound of his mild voice Clare stopped. 
She turned around, at first she couldn't see him for he was lost in the tall 
grass. Slowly she walked back till she came upon him. Standing in a 
defensive stance, making ready to run again, she loom over him. Conor 
turned over on his back so he could look up into her face. His warm 
brown eyes sparkled with affection and Clare let her fear melt away and
she knelt down to help him up....   
     "Conor!" called out Fergus at a whisper from the trees above bring the
young prince back to his senses. "Somebody's coming'!"   
     Conor raised his head and looked up to see a shadow of a figure 
running in through the other side of the trees. He rose to his feet as Clare 
came into view. Looking about he did not keep his eyes on Clare for long 
but looked past her to see if he could spot the unwanted visitors.   
      Finally when he saw no one he stepped forward to talk with Clare, 
'I wasn't sure you'd come."   
      "I wasn't sure you'd want me." spoke Clare sadly.   
      "Conor!" called out Fergus again.   
Clare spun where she stood trying to spot the unseen speaker. Conor 
however knew just where to look and ran up to the tree Fergus was 
lurking in.   
      "Sweet Brighid get her out of her!" called down Fergus. "There
commin'!"   
      "I don't see anyone," spoke Conor.   
Just then the sound of shuffling caught Conor's attention and he turned
around to see a dozen horses hidden within the shadows of the trees. 
Clare was still standing in the midst of the trees and Conor ran straight 
for her, charging at her like a wild bull. At the same time Gar's men went 
into action and came into full view.   
      Scooping Clare up so that she hung over his shoulder Conor made a 
run for the horses. Gar's men moved in to intercept the young man who 
ran like the wind, even with the weight of Clare upon his shoulders. 
Fergus decided it was time, he had planned to weight until the two got 
onto their horses but he couldn't risk it. Gar was getting the upper hand.   
      In one simultaneous moment as Conor threw Clare up onto a horse 
Fergus let out a blood curdling cry that shook the very trees and made 
the wind take on a haunting tone. Gar's men spun in their saddles trying 
to see the newest arrival to this little party; and just as their eyes took 
sight of a flash springing down from a near by tree to land face to face 
with Gar and his horse Conor grabbed hold of both his and Clare's reins 
and kicked his horse into action.    
      Gar's men were in a turmoil as to what to do and even though his
daughter was important to him his main concern seemed to be the man 
before him. For this man stood in the midst of a dozen with a rather 
large sword high with a wide cocky grin upon his lips to match his 
sword.   
     "What are you waiting for!" called out Gar. "Get him....."   
The melee was on, Fergus started by taking his frist slice across the face 
of Gar's horse making it rear up and throw him to the ground. A 
satisfied smiled ran deep into his soul as he watched the haughty arse 
land flat on his rear. But the fight was far from over for he had eleven 
more men to deal with. Spinning and dodging Fergus fought the 
onslaught that came his way..........
  
........Mean while in the distance across the open meadows to sets of 
hooves thundered out loudly, drumming a rhythmic song of flux. What 
was had been changed...........   
   
TO BE CONTINUED!  
END PART 4
 
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Take Care & May the Land Always Guide Your Foot Steps.
Lady~Enyo