Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they've lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can't explain, control, or understand.

Christians. They’re determined to rid the land of any who worship the Horned One. Murdering all the druids, burning the temples, sometimes whole villages, and knocking over the standing stones.” The Lady’s face hardened. “This god of peace and love certainly likes to bathe the land in blood.

And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

Almost lost you," he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. "Been through too much, me and you. We're going to finish this thing together.

Don't let them win. Don't let them beat you. Don't let them steal your magic.

Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?