HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY FROM HIBBS THE BEAR WITH 2 SHADOWS

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone.

Maewyn Succat was the real name of St. Patrick, who died this day back in a time where myth and history eerily blend.

It is said he used the shamrock to explain the Trinity, the Three who are One.

He was either Scottish or Welsh, or some even say French. Being a Lakota, Irish, British blend myself, I can relate.

Some legends state that he drove the snakes out of Ireland and contested with the very Sidhe themselves, but readers of my THE BEAR WITH TWO SHADOWS know the truth:

{Hibbs, Little Brother, the first hawk of all creation, and Surt, the Father of All Fire --  are facing the endless army of Darklings to stop their rampage across ancient Eire.}

          Hibbs growled low.  "This madness must end."

          Surt grunted, "And just how will you accomplish that when you will not kill?"

          "I will think of a way."

          Little Brother was less than impressed.  "As thought you our way into Eire?"

          Hibbs' voice firmed.  "I will think of a way."

          Surt shook his sizzling head.  "Truly?  You are at a loss with just the Twrch Trwyth.  What will you do against the centaur bowmen?  Against the horned serpents or their masters, the Nagas?"

          The pit of Hibbs' stomach bottomed out.  "Snakes?  No, not snakes."

          Surt frowned, "You have a problem with snakes?"

          "No ... not me.  Rather ---"

          The body of Little Brother grew insubstantial except for razored talons and fanged beak.  "Snakes!  Snakes?!"

          "No!" cried Hibbs.  "Little Brother, no!"

          But it was too late.  No longer Little Brother, the hawk was transforming before the very eyes of the bear and Surt as he surged up towards the sky.  Ever larger and larger he became until it was the awesome, winged Wakinyan, the ThunderBird of Lakota legend, whose feathered body filled the entire sky. 

         Thunder rumbled from the flapping wings which stretched from horizon to horizon.  Even Hibbs was slammed to the fog-covered grass as lightnings erupted from Wakinyan's angry eyes.  Over and over lightning bolts ziz-zagged from the heavens.

         With deadly accuracy they slammed into the writhing, frying bodies of the hooded snake men known as Nagas as well as into the horned serpents who had been slithering in rippling waves beside them.

          The black, boiling clouds that swirled around the enormous body of the Wakinyan made it impossible to catch a clear view of him.  Which was fortunate -- for to see clear the ThunderBird was to die.  But with sinking heart, Hibbs watched his transformed brother scream a cry of thunders, only to soar away into the West.  Surt muttered low under his breath.

          "The coward deserts us!"

          Hibbs shook his head.  "No.  I know Little Brother.  Even when he becomes Wakinyan, he is loyal -- but thorough.  He is merely finishing what he has started."

          "Which is?"

          "Snakes.  Little Brother has always hated them, killing them whenever he sees one.  I suspect that within the hour there will not be one Naga or snake in all Eire."

          Hibbs was right.  And to this very day, there is not one snake in all Eire.  And should you ever find yourself wandering across the soft, emerald grass of that land and hear angry thunder far off in the distance, do not fear.  It is only Little Brother returning as Wakinyan, finishing the job he started so very long ago.   Nor are you ever likely to stumble across a Naga in all of this world either.  A fact that has saved many a life.  Still, Little Brother's angry departure placed Hibbs' life in immediate peril.

But do not worry.  Hibbs always finds a way -- usually one that ends in laughter:

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