Land of Forever Youth Part One

The story begins a long long time ago in the emerald isle in the land of forever green one day while out hunting Oisin who belonged to an old Irish ancient warrior tribe called the Fianna spied the most amazingly beautiful young woman long red glistening golden flowing in the sunlight her hair amazing beautiful dazzling in the sun's reflection casting magically in golden light appearing like an angel floating across the ground on a white shining silver ivory horse the horse hit a cluster of stones in the field sending sparks flying into the air as she spoke in a small soft sweet voice sounding of music plucking the string of a harp she began by saying my father is the king of Tir Na Nog Oisin stepped forward from the group of hunters in order to welcome her as their eyes met sparkling beautiful his insides in one glance they fell in love she looked at him saying come with me to Tir Na Nog to the land of forever young Niamh pleaded with her new found love totally smitten within a moments hesitation Oisin swung up behind the beautiful maiden upon the back of the white horse together they crossed the sea to Tir Na Nog having grown up in the emerald isle in the land of the teddy bear Oisin he was spellbound in his eyes it shone in sheer disbelief such a beautiful land ever existed gazing upon this land he was stunned as his mouth fell open in awe dazzling beautiful all around him in this enchanting magical land they both built a life together s spending each day exploring sitting upon the back of thee white mare their love grew deeper in sharing such beauty enchanting in every way was her homeland yet deep down inside a small part of Oisin's soul feelings of loneliness such feelings were unheard of in Tir Na Nog in spite of all her efforts , Niamh was unable to ease Oisin's loneliness homesick one day he came to Niamh saying he desired to visit his homeland , missing his family also his close Fianna friends she could not stop him as his desire was to strong she agreed to his pleas she could not hold him back saying on your return to Ireland upon the white mare what ever you do never let your foot touch the soil of the emerald isle