Glaisem cnis - "Greyest of skin" from the BrĂatharogam Mac ind Ăc
Maise malach - "Beauty of the eyebrow" from the BrĂatharogam Con Culainn
Other associations
Tree/Plant: Birch
Bird: Pheasant*
Color: White
More about ogham
An Introduction to Ogham
The Entire Ogham Series
The Ogham Tract (the primary source for all this info)
* the word found in The Ogham Tract, besan, has been most commonly translated as pheasant, but this text predates the introduction of pheasants to Ireland so ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
Birchâthe first of the Celtic tree symbolsâfor the first moon cycle in the Ogham Tree Calendar, known by celts as Beith. A symbol of new beginnings, hope, new dawns, and the promise of whatâs to come. . .Â
Bella // Leah new moon era extended fic series. Instead of calling Billy, Charlie calls Harry about his Bella's depression over Edward leaving. Charlie knows that Leah went through something similar with Sam and hopes that the two girls can help heal each other. (insp). (read along playlist).
Hellâs Frozen Over
Sheâs dead. Charlie's heart bottomed out in his stomach as he saw Sam emerge from the woods behind his house, carrying a despondent Bella in his arms. The nightâs fog cleared to make way for his footsteps up Charlieâs lawn, curling back in spirals as if it too knew to fear what was in his arms. She looked so impossibly small and vulnerable there. Charlie had seen enough crime scenes, even in the quiet town of Forks, Washington, to know how this ended. His daughter, barely 18, found dead in the woods. He jogged to meet them, holding his breath. He needed to feel her pulse, see her eyes flutter, anything but the lifeless corpse she was now.
âBella!â He hoped she would respond to her name, to her father. He clutched her face in his hands for a moment, âBella, honey, are you alright?â
âCharlie?â His heart bottomed out to his heels in relief. She was alive. He brushed a leaf or two away from her face. She was alive . . . but she didnât look it. Her face was the palest heâd ever seen it. Her eyes were so hollow he got lost trying to find their life. She was shaking at a violent pace, vibrating in Samâs arms. It gutted him.
âIâm right here baby.â Charlie had to choke back his emotions, his daughter needed him. He gestured to Sam to transfer her to his arms and he obliged. Charlie faltered for a brief moment, the last time he held her she was only a child, and then began a determined march toward his house. Anger fueled him with ferocious energy. Whoever had done this to his baby girl wouldnât be alive for much longer.
âHeâs gone,â a faint whisper through chattered teeth. Charlie looked down at his shell of a daughter as her fist clutched the front of his chief's jacket. He had a good idea which he she was referring to.
âWeâre almost home now, honey.â He had no idea if his words or his voice were reaching her, her expression remained unchanged. Sam had opened the front door for them and Charlie carried her to the couch to lay her down, ignoring her feeble protests. He stopped at the hallway pantry to retrieve two quilts and piled them on top of her after removing her soaked jacket. He couldnât bare to look at her like that. She hadnât closed her eyes again but they might as well have been; they bored into the wall, not seeing anything. Her fingers clutched the quilt tentatively, as if her whole body might break into a million pieces if she exert too much force.
He turned to Sam who had followed them in, trying to scrub the image of his broken daughter from his brain, and cleared his thick throat. âThank you, Sam.â His voice burned with sincerity as he clapped Sam on the shoulder. âLetâs send everyone home,â they both headed out the door. Charlie turned one more time and wished he hadnât. Bella hadnât moved, but it seemed with each passing minute her face got paler and the consciousness behind her eyes dimmed just a bit more. He shut the door behind him but the image was one he would not be able to shake for a long time.
 Outside, half the town and then some had gathered. Anyone out searching for Bella had gotten word of her return and was now gathered in a small crowd in his driveway. The rain ricocheted off hoods of jackets as they all looked to him, anxious for word of his daughterâs wellbeing. He was suddenly choked up with emotion for this small and lovely town he had lived in and protected for most of his life. Everyone in front of him was there out of genuine care and concern for him and his family. He braced himself with resolve and cleared his throat once more.
âBella is alright. I canât thank all of you enough for what you did for me and my family here tonight.â Charlie realized he couldnât say much more than that, Bellaâs condition was still in question. He glanced at the crowd as Sam took his place next to Harry Clearwater and the La Push group. With a nod from Sam, most of them rolled out. A few Forks locals followed suit, thinning out the caravan of cars parked in front of his house. Many stayed to speak with him personally, offering their help and support. He tried as best he could to keep his face on right, but he felt a headache brew as he scrunched his brow to keep his eyes dry.
He stood in front of Harry Clearwater, the last of the search party remaining and one of his closest friends. If it hadnât been for Harry putting out the call and bringing the La Push boys up, they might not have found Bella tonight. Charlie shuddered thinking about what could have happened were that the case, remembering all the calls heâd gotten over the summer about animal sightings in the woods. Harry took his hand and pulled him in for a gruff hug. âShe's going to be okay, Charlie.â Harry pat him on the back and let him go. Charlie thanked him once more before trooping up the wet porch steps to face what was left of his daughter. He hunched his shoulders against the memories of where heâd last seen a face like hersâstaring back at him in the mirror all those years ago.
 Inside, the doctor was finishing his once-over of Bella who sat passively on the couch, unchanging except in position. Charlie winced before screwing up his face in the best smile he could manage as he cautiously lowered his weight on the couch next to her, scared if he disturbed her that she'd crumble to pieces. He placed a hand gently on her back before turning expectantly to the doctor.
âShe's not hurt.â He heard what the doctor meant in his eyes. Sheâs not hurt, physically. He rose and followed the doctor to the entryway.
âCharlie, I havenât seen a case of shock this bad inâŠwell I havenât. I have to be honest, I think youâre in for a long couple of days here.â He adjusted the prescription pad under his arm. âIâm writing her a prescription just in case. You donât have to fill it, but if you find she needs itâŠitâs here.â He handed Charlie the folded slip. He took it, feeling numb.
âIs it true? Did they leave?â Charlie had heard the rumors churning from the crowd outside. The doctor grimaced.
âDr. Cullen asked us not to say anything. The offer was very sudden; they had to chose immediately. Carlisle didnât want to make a production out of leaving.â
âA little warning would have been nice,â Charlie spat the words, feeling his fists clench at his sides. He reminded himself that Dr. Gerandy was only the messenger and took a deep breath through his nose. The doctor gave him a sympathetic look.
âYes, well, in this situation, some warning might have been called for.â He looked back toward the living room remorsefully. Charlie did not follow his stare, he didnât want to see what he knew would be there.
One more thank you to punctuate the endless night from hell and his house and driveway were finally empty. There was nothing left out there but black rain, pounding against the windows as if to get to Bella, knowing she needed something to drown in. He started back toward the living room, not wanting to think about who else was empty. He passed by Bella, happy to see at least that her eyes were closed. Her breathing seemed even, she appeared to be asleep and for that he was glad. He knew from experience, even though he would never verbalize the vulnerability, that the pain dulled in sleep. He brushed her drying hair from her forehead. In sleep, her face almost looked normal. Almost. He could see a line where her brow furrowed, even in her sleep. He traipsed toward the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing the familiar number.
âHey, Billy, itâs Charlieâsorry Iâm calling soâ" he looked down at his watch and blinked incredulously, ââearly.â
âNot at all Charlie, is Bella alright?â His voice was strained with worry. Billy loved Bella in many ways like his own daughters.
âNo, sheâs fine. Sheâs sleepingââ
âIâm so glad sheâs okay Charlie, we were all so worried. Youâll let us know if you need anything okay?â
âThanks, but thatâs not why I called.â Charlie sighed. It seemed like ten years ago but it was only early evening, when the search was just beginning, that Mrs. Stanley had called him. Thatâs when he first heard the news. âI got a call from Mrs. Stanley, and she says that from her second-story window she can see fires out on the sea cliffs, but I didnât reallyâŠâ He didnât really have time to do his job this evening. Nor the mental capacity. Charlie was a broken man all afternoon, not knowing if Bella was alive or dead. Some fires out in La Push were the least of his worries.
Billy chuckled, âAh, that was our boys. They got a little over excited over the news. Cullens are gone. Theyâre celebrating.â His inflection grouped himself in with âthe boys'. Charlie bristled. How could his friend be so cavalier about the loss of the best doctor in town, and the loss of his daughterâs sanity, apparently.
âOh,â Charlie hadnât gotten a hold of his knee-jerk anger yet, his irritation slipped into his voice. âAnd why are they doing that?â
âOh, you know teenage kids. Theyâll use any excuse to start a fire.â His voice let on there was more he wasnât telling.
âUhuh,â Charlie waited for Billy to say what he wasnât saying.
âYou know the Cullens arenât much liked here.â
âReally?â Charlie made no illusion to hide the sarcasm in his voice now. Billy backtracked and sputtered out an apology on the boys' behalf but Charlie cut him off. He wasnât in the mood for his friendâs patronizing act tonight. âWell donât apologize to me, Iâm surprised they got them lit at all in this weather.â They hemmed and hawed for another minute, Charlie thanked him again and hung up. He dredged back into the living room, grumbling only slightly.
âWhatâs wrong?â Her voice sounded wrongâhollow. Nevertheless, she was saying something. He rushed to her side.
âIâm sorry I woke you, honey.â He crouched down next to her head.
âIs something burning?â Her nose scrunched up in confusion.
âItâs nothing. Just some bonfires out on the cliffs.â He clenched his fist again. That anyone could be glad the Cullens were gone was a mystery to him.
âBonfires?â Her voice waned in curiosity, he almost couldnât bare this more than her not speaking at all.
âSome of the kids from the reservation being rowdy.â He frowned.
âWhy?â
He looked to the floor, delaying his answer. âTheyâre celebrating the news.â His voice betrayed his anger. He saw the pieces connect in her head, she winced as she did.
âBecause the Cullens left,â her voice was barely a whisper now. âThey donât like the Cullens in La PushâIâd forgotten about that.â
His anger flashed behind his eyes. âItâs ridiculous,â although it was only an hour before that he had sworn death on at least one of the Cullens. He looked at her, her hand clutching at her chest, eyes vacant. He did this to her.
âBella?â He did his best to control his tone of voice. She reluctantly met his gaze. âHe left you alone in the woods?â
Pain flashed in her eyes for a brief moment. âHow did you know where to find me?â She asked incredulously, sitting up. She was seeming more alert by the minute, though the light wasnât returning to her eyes.
Charlie reached into his pocket, âYour note.â He unfolded it, the paper creased where he held it in his clenched fist, checking it every five minutes to make sure it was still there. Charlie had found the note on the kitchen table when he got home from work that evening. He didnât think too much of it at first. But after an hour, his every thought revolved around that one sentence note.
âWhen you didnât come back, I called the Cullens, and no one answered,â his voice was gruff, getting lost in his remembered panic. âThen I called the hospital, and Dr. Gerandy told me that Carlisle was gone.â He didnât add on that he sent a cruiser to the Cullens' place to make sure.
âWhere did they go?â
âDidn't Edward tell you?â Her eyes flashed in pain again before she could conceal it. His burned with rage. The boy left his daughter in the woods, broke her completely, without even telling her where or why they were going.
âCarlisle took a job with a big hospital in Los Angeles. I guess they threw a lot of money at him.â He frowned. Dr. Cullen didnât seem the type to be in it for the money. He gritted his teeth and refocused. âI want to know if Edward left you alone out there in the middle of the woods.â He practically spat the name.
She winced, shaking her head. âIt was my fault. He left me right on the trail, in sight of the house⊠but I tried to follow him.â
His anger burned but he kept an even tone. âIâm sorry he did that to youââ before he could get the words out, she was shaking her head again, with her hands over her ears.
âI canât talk about this anymore, Dad. I want to go to my room.â
He reached out to her, trying to put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but she scrambled off the couch and upstairs in a rush. With a sigh, he rose and lurched to the kitchen phone again, calling out of workâit was nearly the time heâd be heading out the door. His feet were heavy on the stairs, and he barely kicked his shoes off before falling into bed.
The heavy stress-induced slumber would be the only undisturbed sleep he got for a long time beyond that.
Spending Labor Day Weekend painting the Ogham!!! This is going to be for my new book which has a working title of Druid Ogham: A reference guide to the Ogham Associations and their Oracular meanings.
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