Plúr had tears, actual tears in her eyes as she curled Fionn’s hand into a shallow bowl. “I’m sorry, Colin, but in his current state it could be centuries before Fionn’s body has the power to heal wounds such as yours again. We all love Finn Eces, but his time has passed. You are the future of the druids, the future of the fianna. The Seer foretold this day, and his instructions were clear. ‘Choose the boy.’”
Double cross just as Finn ordered
