144Author note: Eish, it's been a while, eh? Just missed this fic's 3rd bday and I see I'm a lil bit behind on my updates but I haven't forgotten 'bout you guys. Life has just thrown so many challenges my way lately. So trying something different with this chapter, introducing new aspects and characters and…realms. I might come back to edit this, but either this comes out now or I'll just dwell on it forever. Let me know if it worked. Hope you are all well. Thank you so much for all the love!
Chapter 33
~ From Isabeau's Dream World to Íllúmínɑ ~
Mathar watched from the shadows as the girl and unicorn made their way through the dream forest, trotting at a slow pace. He waved his staff in a circular motion and watched the fog cover the ground, growing thicker as it spread through the trees and underbrush. He strained against the spell, trying to keep his form intact.
This was their first attempt to penetrate a dream world not of their own making. Pulling the Winchester Mɶrʈɑí through at the time of the unbinding of the hybrid girl, was fairly easy but for them to travel to her dimension, was rather a different story. One had to be exceptionally strong in mind to maintain an astral form and presence but they've had millennia's worth of practice and were the strongest warriors, able to travel at length. Though he could feel the strain on his mind and magic, he tightened his grip on his staff before he gave the signal and as one the Íllúdíɶn moved closer while maintaining a safe distance as they circled closer to her.
LEAVE, Cathías shouted. His voice echoed loud and booming.
YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE, Droma whispered darkly into the fog. The sound carried through the forest as if it was shouted from the mountaintops.
They forced their shadow bodies up through the fog and like phantoms they glided forward. They expected that she would scare easily but she seemed unaffected by their attempts. Fearing they would not have enough time before the girl discovered a way into their own realm through the thin places, they strained their bodies to breaking point. Though, for a brief moment, Mathar did wonder how the unicorn, one of the Íllúfæ, found its way through the veil. Shrugging, he filed the unexpected information away for later.
Move in, he hissed and as one they pushed the fog towards her. Though the unicorn tried to keep her out of their reach, she seemed to have a different plan.
WITCH, DEMON, ABOMINATION! Aodhan chanted while the others hummed in the background but nothing seemed to faze her as she suddenly extended her hands towards them, palms facing out and a force, unlike anything they had ever encountered before, pushed against them. Slowly they started losing ground. The fog thinned out and they could feel a collective strain on their minds as her powers hit them full force.
Trembling under the immense strain, they tapped their staves together but it was a thwarted act as her eyes glowed blue and her skin erupted in familiar swirling markings just as a brilliant blinding light burst forth from within her and enveloped them. The light pulsed in waves through and around them, filling every part of their astral selves and rolling through the fog before shimmering out into the larger forest.
Groaning in exhaustion, the Íllúdíɶn pushed against the ground where they fell down, panting from the aftershocks of the blast. Some gasped for air, struggling to their knees in the protective circle of moon rocks. Perplexed, they looked from one to the other. That was their last attempt, and the strongest spell yet but it simply did not work against the hybrid girl.
It was even worse than they feared. Utterly confused, they looked towards their leader. For a moment, Mathar sat with his head in his hands. Trying to get his breathing under control. How could they have let this happen? For centuries they had kept a watchful eye on the Nɑxúmbí (the Tainted Ones) and then… His mind drifted back to that fateful day when the hunters found Thomas and the witch Aryana. He had known then already that they should have intervened and killed them when they had the chance but then the hunters came and instead, they simply watched, waited and followed. Shaking his head against the lunacy, he slowly got to his feet.
This has already gone too far, we should inform the King at once. Mathar picked up his staff and started walking towards the Daʊ̯ Loch.
Is it wise to wake the King at this hour, Mathar? It is but a little while before Dæ will rise. Let's take rest and gather our strength. Cathías begged while determination showed on his face.
Mathar stopped and turned around, looking from one Íllúdíɶn to the other. May I remind you of your duty to our King? He said harshly. As Íllúdíɶn we serve all of Íllúmína. We are the first line of defence. Surely you realise that she could already be planning an attack. Something has to be done now or there will be no stopping this creature, Cathías.
Cathíasshook his head as he looked at Mathar. Their duty was clear and their purpose well known and he knew what had to be done, but personally, he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep until morning. He knew they had a duty not only to those inside the Realm but also to their kin trapped on Earth but they needed to recharge their energy and rest their bodies.
I agree with Cathías, Aodhan said, laying a hand on Mathar's shoulder. We should all go, brother, but it is but a few hours. You too need to gather your strength but I believe if we tell the King now, he will order immediate action and none of us are ready for that.
Mathar looked at the faces of the warrior protectors. Perhaps Cathías and Aodhan had a point. He sighed in defeat and sank to his knees. As one, they all laid their hands on one another, linking their minds, and they started chanting, drawing strength from the loch, the daʊ̯, and the ʈaúr. Soon they felt stronger and in control again. Their minds were cleared and the fatigue left them.
As first light of Dæ touched the Ʈaúr, they made haste to bring the matter to the King.
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~ Sioux Falls ~
Sam closed his eyes and relaxed as the warm water poured down his back. His body ached as if he just finished a marathon, and a persistent headache throbbed against his skull. He'd awoken on the bed next to Isabeau, but he was certain he'd been somewhere else for some time after the dream world. After…what happened. He was not sure what that was. It was all a blur, to be honest. Or was it all just a dream? He couldn't really tell. He had the sense that something bad was about to happen. Or did it already occur? A dreadfully familiar feeling swept over him but he didn't want to focus on it. While soaping his hair, his thoughts turned to Isabeau and their intention to visit the dream world the previous night.
Even though just thinking of her had a calming effect on him, his past was haunting him and the bad things he had tried so hard to forget washed over him in waves of unpleasant memories. Grumbling, he realised they did go back but never made it to the library.
Why was that again? Oh yes, the… unicorn? He stopped rinsing his hair and frowned. Yes, but not only some magical one-horned creature that should technically not exist along with so many other things in their lives but something else too. He grimaced. There were phantom-like shadows of dark hostile beings that he had seen before but had completely forgotten about. He had thought them to be nothing but a weird dream at the time but now he wasn't so sure. It was clear they were there as a threat to her. Guessing that time would bring answers, he shut off the water and dried off before brushing his teeth.
ooOoo
Andrea stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"Whoa there, you almost swallowed me whole," Nelle joked and placed a warm mug of coffee in front of the barely awake girl.
"Sorry, I'm still waking up. Ooh coffee," she almost made grabby hands. Almost.
Nelle had already turned around to get the plates from the cupboard and started setting the table, wondering what was keeping Dean. He said they would leave immediately after breakfast and she felt kind of nervous, though he promised her it wouldn't hurt a lot, she was still scared. Needles brought bad memories. Though Castiel healed what he could, he couldn't fix her womb or take away her fears or nightmares. Shaking her head, she forced herself to focus on the girl before her.
"You look tired, didn't you sleep last night?" She sat down next to Andrea, placing the back of her hand against her friend's forehead, then cheek. She didn't feel warm at all but she didn't look right either.
"I don't know. We went to bed just after you guys and it was still early, wasn't it? I mean, we didn't stay up that late, did we? Yet it feels like I was out partying all night." She brought the mug to her lips and took a sip, waiting for the warm liquid to work its way into her being. Some days she wished for coffee straight in the vein but alas, a dream it would stay.
"Perhaps you can take a nap after lunch. That usually works for me," Nelle smiled at her and then stood up to finish preparing breakfast.
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Relief washed over Sam when Dean finally parked in front of the red brick building with the large windows and double glass doors.
A sharp stabbing pain flickered against his skull and for a moment he closed his eyes. Excited chatter drew his attention and when he looked up, he found himself standing next to a framed copy of the anti-possession tattoo.
The lights overhead didn't help the growing discomfort in his head and he rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand. The faint scent of vanilla soothed his aching eyes. Isabeau was leaning against him with her back to his front and he kissed the side of her head while watching their friends moving around in the room.
Sam watched Pieter and Andrea getting prepped for their first tattoos before Mike switched on the tattoo gun. Isabeau grabbed her head and cried out in agony as she crumbled to the ground.
"Iz, What's wrong?" he knelt down next to her.
"Please," she begged. "The noise, make it stop! it's drilling into my brain. I have to leave," she tried to pull away from him but he just couldn't let her go yet.
Frowning, he glanced at the tattoo gun while listening to the quiet buzz. Dean frowned in her direction but Sam just shrugged as he led her through the door and into the hallway.
"Better?"
Sighing in relief she slipped her arms around his waist and leaned her head against his chest, closing her eyes. "Yes, thank you. I don't know how to explain it, but the sound vibrated so loudly inside my head, and I could feel my blood bubbling inside my veins."
Concerned, Sam held her close and they leaned against the wall until Andrea called out that she was finished and Sam pulled her with him towards the room.
"Come on," he chuckled, "I'll be right there with you."
Taking a shaky breath, Isabeau closed her eyes and gripped his hand hard.
Even though she was still trembling, he kept touching her to distract her from her surroundings and smiled encouragingly as she settled on the chair.
"Have you decided where you want to put it?" He asked, turning her head so she could look at him and not at Nancy.
"My...uhm...maybe my shoulder? I'm not sure," she replied distractedly as her eyes kept their focus on the tattoo gun in Mike's hand.
Suddenly the windows started rattling and small tremors could be felt as the room shook and some of the framed photos on the wall fell down, shattering the glass. The various instruments on the table jingled and Isabeau's eyes glowed blue as she kept staring at Mike's hand while rubbing her chest like crazy.
Dean shielded Nelle with his body while calling out to Sam, but Sam couldn't hear anything over the noise.
"This doesn't feel right, Sam. This… something…" Her hands were trembling as she gulped for air.
"Isabeau! Isabeau, you have to breathe. Look at me. Breathe with me." Sam called out to her, but still, she didn't seem to hear him.
The sound of angry bees tore through the room as Isabeau screamed and kicked the table over, sending the supplies flying in all directions.
Dean dove forward to pin her down but she shoved him away with incredible force. Mike had just finished with Nelle when Isabeau charged forward, pulled the tattoo gun from his grip, and stuck it in his neck before storming out of the room.
Sam watched Dean hit the wall at an odd angle while Nelle launched at Mike to stop the blood spurting over his hair and face.
"Isabeau, wait!" he called out before chasing after her. Running into the foyer his shoes crunched over broken glass littering the floor and he looked up when the front door banged open against the wall, hanging limply off its hinges when whimpering behind the desk drew his attention away. Checking that the receptionist was indeed okay, his head jerked up when a terrifying sound from outside caught his attention and he hurried to investigate.
Lightning streaked across thunderous clouds in the dark, nearly black, sky. To his left, a terrible twister howled as it tore through buildings and parked vehicles, raging towards him while Isabeau rushed straight into the storm, her body aglow with Djinn patterns. He dashed after her but the wind forced him back against the building, and he held his arm up over his eyes to shield them from the dust and objects tossed at him.
"Isabeau!" He called out to her but then had to duck out of the way as an unidentified object narrowly missed him and hit the wall where he stood moments before. He could hear his brother call out for him from inside, but the wind growled and the words and their meaning were lost to the storm. Lightning struck down in various places in the street, setting things on fire. Sam tore his eyes away from Isabeau's disappearing form as his attention was drawn towards something big and black to his right.
A second twister had formed that left even more destruction in its wake. Paralyzed, Sam watched as the wind forced Baby over the sidewalk, her wheels turning at an odd angle as the metal crunched against the weight of the twister, bending it to its will, before lifting it up like it weighed nothing and slamming the car into the building that Sam was stuck to. Shrieking metal ripped through his mind and he screamed as he tried to cover his head, bracing for impact.
The sound of the door bursting open and Dean rushing in while shouting his name had Sam jerking to reality. The headache he didn't even realise had formed, pulsed behind his eyes and the dark spots in his vision vanished. Sam found himself on the floor in a foetal position, clutching his head. His throat was hoarse and his body trembled under the immense strain he just experienced. Dean helped him sit up and he leaned back to rest his head against the tile wall.
"What's going on, Sammy?" Dean asked, concerned. "Come on big guy, open your eyes."
It took a moment for Sam to realise he was, in fact, still in the bathroom.
What was that? Another premonition? Shit!
It felt so damn real this time. He could smell the engine fuel and felt the cold metal of the car as it crashed into him. He forced himself up from the floor, taking a deep breath to slow his rapid heartbeat and regain his centre, and gave Dean what he hoped was a comforting grin, though it definitely came out extremely strained. He adjusted the towel around his body and ran his fingers through his semi-wet hair, before leaning on the basin with both hands, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
"I'm fine, Dean." Sam rubbed his hand over his face. The pain was gone and he could breathe again. The world was okay, Isabeau was still here, just outside the door somewhere in the house and everything was good. For now.
I'm fine.
Dean wasn't born yesterday. Seeing his brother on the floor like that brought back uncomfortable memories. But he didn't want to pry and risk his brother lashing out. Not yet. So he went with something less offensive but equally torturing instead.
"Was it the cage again?"
It took a minute but Sam slowly let out the breath he'd been holding. "...Y-yeah," he said, but didn't look at his brother. Dean didn't want to argue, but he didn't really believe him either.
"I'm fine, stop hovering. I just slipped. Wet floor, see?" Sam pointed at the tiles, which still had some water drops left from when he got out of the shower earlier. He just had no idea how long he was out. Could have been a minute; could have been ten.
Dean eyed the floor sceptically, then looked back at his brother. "You'll tell me when it's something, right?"
Sam picked up his toothbrush and rinsed it under the tap. Looking up, their eyes met briefly in the mirror. "You know I will." Dean nodded, then turned to leave but stopped and drew Sam into a hug but said nothing.
"I'll be down soon," Sam watched Dean leave and close the door behind him. There was no time to think about what just happened. They had to go soon.
ooOoo
Everyone gathered into various stages of breakfast and before long, the six of them left in the Impala. Sam nervously rubbed his sweaty hands against his legs while staring out the window. Nelle sat between them in the front. Dean could hear Sam fidgeting and he wanted to say something but instead shoved a cassette tape into the tape player.
Everyone was busy with their own thoughts when Andrea nudged Isabeau. "Jy's so stil. Als okay?" ("You're so quiet. Is everything okay?") Isabeau shrugged but smiled.
"Dinge. Ag en sommer als." ("Stuff and you know, just everything.")
Andrea gave her a one-arm hug. "Moenie so baie worry nie. Als sal okay wees." ("Don't worry so much. Everything will be okay.")
In no time at all Dean had parked Baby right in front of the red brick building with the large windows. Sam noticed the double glass doors and still remembered the first time they met with Mike and Nancy about their ghost problem, right there on the sidewalk.
Since then, Mike had been assisting hunters with tattoos at nearly half the price. Dean had given him a copy of the anti-possession tattoo when they brought the first hunter to him and soon it had become one of the more popular tattoos for the couple to do.
"Are you sure this is the right place, Dean?" Pieter had asked as he and the girls slipped out of the car, looking at the building. There was no sign outside. Dean had only raised an eyebrow at that before he walked up to the front door and held it open for everyone else.
"It looks spooky," Andrea quipped as she slipped her hand into Pieter's and followed him inside. Nelle was fidgeting with the hem of her shirt and Sam was glad she was there too. For months, he had reminded Dean to bring her for the tattoo but his stubborn brother didn't want to jinx the good luck they had going since with Nelle they didn't originally deal with demons. Sam rolled his eyes as he slung his arm around Isabeau's shoulder and followed the rest inside.
The receptionist led them through various short hallways until they eventually reached a large room towards the back of the building.
Sam noticed the photos and awards on the left wall along with a framed copy of the anti-possession tattoo while a new fantasy mural covered the wall on the right. Everyone else gathered inside, giggling and talking at the same time. Something about the room brought an eerie feeling of déjà vu.
Mike and Nancy arrived and introductions were made before Mike explained the entire process while slipping on some blue latex gloves. When he mentioned the different pain levels, Isabeau suppressed a slight shudder and warily eyed the different tattoo instruments, needles, tips, ink and other tattooing supplies on the table between the two hydraulic chairs. Everyone else seemed somewhat excited but Sam could see she was uncomfortable so he led her away from the chairs towards the one wall where he embraced her from behind and kissed her knuckles one by one to distract her.
"Nervous?"
"Just a little," she smiled, leaning back against him with her head against his shoulder while looking at all the awards and photos on the wall. While tracing the anti-possession tattoo with her finger, she took a deep shuddering breath. "I'm not really a needle person."
"It does not hurt that bad," he kissed the side of her head and rubbed circles on her arm. "You will be fine."
She nodded and closed her eyes while Pieter removed his shirt and sat down in the first chair, eager to get his protection. Andrea stuck a heavy file under Isabeau's nose and nearly scared her to death.
"Wat dink jy hiervan?" ("What do you think about this?") Isabeau scowled but took the book from her and held it away from her face to get a better look at the several black paw prints of various sizes. Pointing at each one, Andrea named the different animals they belonged to and then circled a smaller print that looked like a house cat's.
"Vir my enkel terwyl die anti-een op my bo-been kom." ("For my ankle while the anti-one goes on my thigh.") Andrea beamed excitedly since Dean had approved the second tattoo when she had asked him earlier.
"As jy seker is, doen dit, maar hoekom 'n katspoor?" ("If you're sure, then I'd say go for it, but why a cat paw?") Isabeau smiled and gave the book back while Andrea shrugged.
"Weet jy, ek weet nie, maar ek dink dis cute, so hoekom nie," ("You know what, I'm not sure, but I think it's cute so why not,") she giggled as she walked over to the second chair while mentally ticking off her bucket list.
Mike had already started prepping Pieter's arm before applying the tattoo stencil of the design while Nancy chatted to Andrea as she worked on her ankle. They made a great team and worked fast but efficiently.
Andrea winced every so often when the needle pierced her skin while Pieter, of course, had put on a brave face but it was clear he was having a very difficult time with the entire process, though Sam knew anything was better than being possessed again, that was for sure.
For a moment it was quiet before both Mike and Nancy picked up the individual tattoo machines that looked like mini guns and switched them on at the same time. Isabeau groaned and crumbled to the ground, holding her head as the sound vibrated through her.
Concerned, Sam knelt down next to her. "Iz? What's wrong?"
"My head. Make it stop, please," she cried, looking pleadingly at Sam. "I can't stay here. The noise, it's so loud, Sam."
Sam glanced around the room but he couldn't quite determine what she heard. "What noise?" he asked.
"The tattoo machine. Gun. Thing. Can't you hear it? It's so loud." She moaned and pushed her fingers into her ears to muffle the noise while trying to stand at the same time; nearly falling.
"Wait, Let me get you a chair," he said hastily after making sure she won't fall down and turned to leave, but she grabbed his shirt and pulled him back.
"Please don't leave me. Owwwww!" She cried out, rubbing the side of her head. Please, It's drilling into my brain. Please, Sam."
Frowning he glanced at the tattoo machines, listening to the quiet buzz. While to him it wasn't loud at all Isabeau's behaviour suggested that it was worse than a root canal. Dean frowned in their direction and it looked like he wanted to come over but Sam just shrugged and shook his head before leading her outside into the hallway.
"Better?"
She nodded and sighed in relief, slipping her arms around his waist. "That sound vibrated so loudly inside my head, and I could feel my blood bubbling inside my veins."
Sam looked around for a chair, thinking she might be having a mild panic attack, despite the absence of the familiar blue patterns on her skin. "Let me get you a chair and some water. I'll be back in a sec."
"No, please stay," she begged. "I'm okay now. It was just too much for a moment. Please don't leave me, Sam."
"I won't," he reassured her and held her close.
In the meantime, Andrea called out to Isabeau and Sam pulled her with him towards the room. "Come on, it's not so bad. We'll be done before you know it," he winked but Isabeau was reluctant to even enter the room again. Andrea popped her head around the door and showed off her ankle. A large white gauze was stuck over the tattoo. "Komaan Iz, dis nie so bad nie. As ek dit kan doen, kan jy ook." ("Come on Iz, it isn't so bad. If I can do it, so can you.")
Sam kissed her breathlessly to encourage her before pulling her towards the door. "Come on," he chuckled, "I'll be right there with you."
Taking a shaky breath, Isabeau closed her eyes and gripped his hand hard. The strength of her grip jolted him out of the moment and he blinked.
Shit.
Half in a daze he helped her settle into the chair and then rested his hand on her shoulder, rubbing her collarbone to distract her. His heart was racing as the familiar details of the premonition crashed into him.
"Have you decided where you want to put it?" He asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice while turning her head to look at him and not at Nancy. Knowing what would happen next. He nearly held his breath at her answer.
"My...uhm...maybe my shoulder? I'm not sure," she replied distractedly as her eyes kept darting back towards the tattoo gun in Mike's hand. At that moment, Nancy's voice became background noise as chaos ensued.
Suddenly the windows started to rattle and small tremors could be felt as the room shook and some of the framed photos on the wall fell down, shattering the glass. The various instruments on the table jingled and Isabeau's eyes glowed blue as she kept staring at Mike's hand while she frantically rubbed her chest like crazy and Sam knew he had to do something.
"What in the shit?" Dean draped his arm over Nelle while shouting something at Sam. Nancy held her hand out to settle the table while Pieter and Andrea huddled in the corner, fearing for their lives. But there was no time to deal with any of that, least of all his brother and Sam took in the room before turning to Isabeau.
"This doesn't feel right, Sam. This… something…" Her hands trembled when she blindly grabbed his hand and started gulping for air and he just knew he had to change the outcome. There was just no way he could let that vision run its course. Even though he had never been able to change things before...aside from that one time with Dean, but yeah.
He pulled her off the chair and they ran out of the room. He could hear Dean calling out behind them, but Sam didn't stop until he was standing at the front of the shop. The receptionist glanced in their direction but ignored them. Sam had a clear view of the street and looking up through the large windows, he saw clear blue skies. No wind or lightning. A sigh of relief washed over him.
Isabeau rubbed her sweaty palms against her pants and flexed her muscles which had started to spasm. Her blood was still pounding in her ears, to the beat of that insane buzz and her heart was thudding in her chest. Slowly her erratic breathing calmed down along with the slight tremors under her feet until everything was quiet.
She didn't understand what had just happened back there but getting out of that room felt right. Things were weird with the tattoo gun mesmerizing her to the point that she couldn't keep her eyes off it. If Sam hadn't pulled her away, she was not sure what would have happened. Looking down, she noticed faint blue Djinn lines around her wrists, swirling towards her fingers.
"Sam, I..," she started but he put his fingers on her lips before bending down, kissing her soundly.
"I could see you were not comfortable and instead of creating a scene, I thought we should…yeah," he smiled at her.
"Thank you," was all she managed before wrapping her arms around him. He nodded and held her close and for those few seconds, the world fell away.
After a moment he looked around the room. "Do you want to wait here or outside?" He winced as the memory of shattered glass on the floor came to mind.
She stepped back from his embrace and looked around, as if seeing the room for the first time, but then shook her head and headed for the door, pulling Sam behind her. She didn't stop until she could lean against Baby. Sam stood in front of her, his arms on either side resting on the roof of the car, caging her in.
There was a comfortable silence between them for a little while before she took a deep breath and looked up at him, "I'm sorry, Sam. I know this is important to you both, but I just couldn't…It was suffocating and yeah… I don't think… not right now…" She bit her lip and sighed. A single tear ran down her cheek and she angrily rubbed it away.
"Hey, none of that. I understand. Don't worry about the tattoo. I'll deal with Dean. In the meantime, I can give you a bracelet you can wear. It's not as effective, but it will be better than nothing."
Nodding, she pulled him towards her to snake her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest. The steady beating of his heart and the warmth of the sun on her face soothed her worried soul. As long as she had Sam by her side, the world seemed alright. The buzzing of the tattoo gun was already forgotten as she breathed in his fresh aftershave, books and leather and something else, so completely Sam.
ooOoo
~ Pocket Dimension in Hell ~
The last of the tremors vibrated through the earth's crust and echoed throughout several sections in hell. Deep below, in the darkest corners where dimensional pockets rest, ancient and beyond the stretch of the most evil creatures, something stirred. A hairline fracture appeared through a seal, set in place millennia ago. A foul stench escaped from the crack and eager hissing could be heard from within.
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~ Wordlist ~
Daʊ̯ - Moon
Dæ - Sun
Íllúdíɶn - Íllúmína warrior protectors
Íllúfæ - Fae folk
Íllúmína - The Realm, where the Íllúdíɶn & Íllúfæ live - Derived from Illume, meaning to light up, and Illuminate, which means to shine a light on, enlighten, to glow, to shine; Lumina, means brilliant light
Loch - Lake (Scots Gaelic)
Mɶrʈɑí - Humans
Nɑxúmbí - Tainted Ones
Ʈaúr - Willow tree