Getting the internship at the City Museum was a dream come true for me. I was a college student studying Gaelic History at the school with the best program in the world for it. Studying abroad in Ireland was a dream come true because I had always been interested in Ireland and her history since boyhood.
There was a new wrinkle to this however. There was a special exhibit on Gaelic Tribal Priestesses at the museum I got the internship for. I was tasked with looking through the archives and taking out relevant artifacts for the time period and subject of women in the priestess class from long ago in Ireland.
Looking at all of the amazing pieces of priceless jewelry, in a moment of weakness, and stole what appeared to be a beautiful pendant or necklace broach. When I pulled it out at home and started to research it online, hoping to have it appraised and maybe set in something else for my girlfriend when I returned to America, I learned that it was actually a belly piercing for religious pagan ceremonies.
I set it on my nightstand and went to sleep.
I awoke to a new body: a delicate, ruby lipped, red haired supple Gaelic priestess. Moreover, the jewelry was stuck to my belly button.
Worried, I continued my research. Supposedly, in times of persecution of the Irish Pagan religion, remaining priestesses were chosen to bear the old gods in their wombs, to birth them again into this world to take back Ireland.
It looks like I'm the first chosen one of this era. Time to look for someone willing to father the old gods.
