Scion: Ties That Bind

Dan's Log - Day 1

Dansie O’Shannon

Dear Diary. Who starts a journal this way? Sounds like a 13yo girl writing about her first crush. I’ll try again.

I probably won’t be able to stay in The States much longer. Student visa ran out a while ago, and ‘ol Donnie is anxious to get the foreigners out. Today, I called mum and she bought me a ticket to Salt Lake City, Utah. It’s nothing like home here, but beautiful in a way. I came to meet a fella named Connor in the Lucky Clover, and meet him I did. He’s a big bruiser of a bartender, and a bit more. I’ll get to that part.

Anyways, Connor offered me to do some work for him helping people, but only after I helped him tend bar. So I did it for a while, passably well I might say. But Connor handled all the food orders, and I really have no idea where that food was coming from. I’ll have to get his secret someday, because one thing’s for sure, he ain’t the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ feeding that horde by miracle.

SO. We’re minding our own, helping customers, and everyone is settled in nice and tight for their supper. Then walks in this gorilla of a man. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but he was odd. I’d been smelling odd stuff all night, but when this guy walks in, he was so pungent several people turned around to look at him. Connor didn’t like the look of him one bit, so he closed down the bar. He asks this gorilla-fella to leave, and gets cold cocked for his trouble. Not only that, but Connor flies clean across the room! I run over to check him, he’s unconscious, so I turn to the big fella, and see one of the other gents in the bar has done the same. I get my licks in, but so does the big fella, and HE IS ON FIRE. This makes me kinda angry. Normal folk aren’t supposed to be on fire without burnin’. So I do the only sensible thing. I climb up on a table to get a good angle at him, and I jump punch him in the face… and I pass out from the heat of his flames goin’ up me nose or some such.

Obviously I came to, or I wouldn’t be writing this. Felt a lot better too!

So now there’s some other blokes here. One famous fella from the movies or some such. Another they say brought me around, and one fella they say helped out in the fight, but I don’t much remember him. Connor’s back up as well, and he takes us into the back room full of weapons and such that I caught just a glimpse of earlier. I wish I would have thought about those when fighting the flaming guy! Anyway, the older fella tell us all we’re sons of Gods or some such. I don’t normally go in for that kind of thing, but then me da, the king of the Irish pantheon, appears and I can read and write Gaelic and Connor is my half-brother and I have a pet fox named Eadna, and a new fancy sword and… I’m still figurin’ it out. Gonna sleep for now. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and it’ll all have been a dream.

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Aiden Venture - B reel - Day 1

Aiden Venture
B-reel Footage: Season 2, Episode 11 – The Emerald Isle
Location: Outside of Kinnitty, Ireland in the Slieve Bloom Mountains

Scene: The crew is being led “deeper” into a grove of woods in search of an ancient Druidic grove known as The Hart of Danu. Aiden will get “separated” from the group for a moment and the cameras will go wonky. As the crew searches for Aiden, they will stumble across an old circle of moss covered rocks and the cameras will fail. Reconvening shot back at the base camp when Aiden returns, confused and discombobulated.

Cut Footage:
Aiden: “Damn this brush is thick shite. Couldn’t you guys have cleared a bit of a path first? These are new trek pants and I don’t want them snagged.”

Producer: “We’ll buy you some new ones, Aid. We need this to be authentic, so blaze your own damned trail.”

The group starts making their way over several moss-covered boulders and through a dense patch of trees. As the cameramen scramble to keep up, Aiden has put some distance between them. Once they get across the boulders, Aiden is gone.

Producer: “The fuck did he go? Did anyone see him? Aiden? Aiden! Cut the cameras.”

End footage
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[ Audio recording from Aiden Venture on his iPhone ]
Aiden: Not sure what the fuck is happening right now. Things are twisted. I was on location in Ireland to shoot the druid grove video and I was separated from my producer and crew. I stumbled across an old hermit’s house. He then challenges me to kill a boar. Bloody thing was nearly the size of a VW bus. Somehow I killed it. Sheer luck and panic is my guess. I’m not sure exactly who the guy was, but he claims to be me pa. How in the eff is this guy me pa? Says his name is Lugh and that he and me ma had at it. Then he gave me some gifts, which turned out to be pretty incredible. Almost makes me believe in some form of magic, these gifts. I got an antique looking lantern – turns out that it can illuminate invisible things and tracks. I also got a cloak and a spear. At least I’ll be warm and ready for any more boar attacks.
Then I ended up in an effing rainforest in Bolivia or somewhere. Maybe I am suffering from jetlag and didn’t remember wrapping up the shoot in Ireland? Maybe I participated in an ayahuasca ceremony down here and it fried my brain?
Then two guys fell from the sky, got caught in the canopy and fell down in front of me. Not sure where and the hell they came from, but they said it was from a plane. They say they are Scions and that I am too, whatever in the hell that means. I left with them because I was in an effing jungle and had no idea where I was, no guide, and no protection – one of these guys had some serious firepower, so it seemed the play. They led me to an effing Aztec sacrifice temple or some shite and it seems that my lantern was quite handy. I shone it on the ground in broad daylight and it illuminated a path leading into the temple. The boys said it’d be good to get a feel for being one of these Scion things, so I go with them. An effing obsidian statue of an Aztec god attacks us and it takes a lot to shatter the blasted thing. Then we hear screams of some lass and go running into what turns out to be a trap. We were in a magma chamber and some silent killer was looking to sacrifice this girl that one of the boys seemed to be sweet on. We had a hell of a tussle and came out on top, or so we thought. That’s when she double crossed us all and we were nearly blown up. The boys I was with says that they’ve encountered this bunch before and that they’re real trouble. Seems like another wannabe gang or low-level IRA rooks to me.
Anyways, I’m going to keep these audio recordings for now cause the phone itself ain’t working. My online life coach says I should keep a diary anyways, so here’s to nothing.

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