“Nay, Pelydryn, my old friend, I think the task is yet mine. I wilt not deny my son, that which he wisheth to know now.”
“Thy mother is indeed alive and in, or rather nearer to thy world than I am, Nomis; yet I would that she had joined me in death too. However, it was not to be. It doth appear that she hath still some great task to perform, as do you it seems, ’ere we may at last, be together again.” Aurwyn paused pensively.
“Unlike thyself now, she hath no knowledge of the Garden and that which cometh to all the Tylwyth Teg clans upon death. Enfys, as thy mother is named, hath only minor abilities in the field of Gallael. Only one female of the Tylwyth Teg world hath ever had the power of Gallael strong enough to become an Efengyl. However, it was not thy mother, my dearly beloved wife.”
“I knoweth only that Enfys is held captive as a ‘pledge’ in the darkest region of Annwn Uffern. Her captors are the Drwglyns and over them the immortal and terrible Drwgwraiths, the Black Necromancers. The ‘Lord of Darkness’, their leader, is the terrifying Drwgwraith named ‘Nêrprudd’. They all in turn serve the ‘Overlord of Darkest Evil’ in fear … Lord Pruddydrwgnêr, Nêrprudd’s father!”
Nomis felt confused and surprised that his mother should be involved at all in the Underworld of Annwn Uffern and the fabled dark side. He had heard of Drwgwraiths and Drwglyns in children’s tales. However, he had never heard them spoken of as ‘real beings’, immortal or otherwise, nor had he ever heard the actual names of the two overlords of darkness. As he tried them out in his mind, he felt a nasty, prickling sensation on the back of his neck.
His father continued, ignoring the interruption, seemingly not hearing his friend: “Pruddydrwgnêr and his son Nêrprudd are too fearsome for words. The mere mention of their names, anywhere, save here, disturbeth the Force of Gallael thereby drawing them near!”