Nomis noticed that his father looked troubled and a great sadness showed in the depths of his clear blue-grey eyes. Pelydryn took up the tale gently for he too had seen the pain it was causing Aurwyn.
“The Tribes of the Bwganod and the other creatures, who form the main hordes of Annwn Uffern, serve their masters the Drwglyns and Drwgwraiths in fear. It is this fear of their dark masters that keeps the ‘Light’ side of the power of Gallael from ever touching them. For this reason, they are known by us as the ‘Pruddenaid’, or in your tongue, ‘The Souls of Darkness.’”
Nomis had heard of Bwgans, goblin-like creatures, in children’s tales too, but had not realised that they, with the Drwglyns and Drwgwraiths were collectively called the Pruddenaid. This word also caused him an unpleasant, involuntary shudder.
“This turn of events happened aeons ago, but for now it is enough that you know where your mother is,” Pelydryn finished.
“But why is she being held captive and what’s this ‘pledge’ that she’s supposed to be fulfilling?” Nomis asked with a puzzled frown.
“You may have heard stories of the last of the Tylwyth Teg Wars that took place long before you were born, Nomis. Well, in truth, these were still taking place when you were but five years old. The Castellan Forces of the Resistance fought the battles and skirmishes in secret. Their intention was always to draw the sporadic attacks of the enemy away from the ignorant and helpless Tylwyth Teg Clans, with whom you grew up in safety.” Pelydryn glanced at Aurwyn, who silently nodded for him to continue.
“However, the final resistance ended with the slaying of your father and all the other Castellans of the Resistance movement during the last battle. Your mother, distraught with grief, gave herself up to the Drwglyns, as a pledge that the Tylwyth Teg Castellans, of which Enfys believed she was the last surviving member, would cease any further hostilities. In return, the Drwglyns pledged to leave the majority of the Tylwyth Teg clans alone, as has been the Pruddenaid custom throughout the ages. The Tylwyth Teg have been enjoying this peace for centuries, in total ignorance of the price already paid for it … by so many … on their behalf.” Pelydryn sighed.