Redemption

Sitting on an old rustic oak bench in the back garden of a house left to him by a relative he never knew he had, Cullen Smithson, still suffering after 5 years from amnesia and unable to find work. Also dealing with an increasing feeling of restlessness and boredom.

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This ended, and how, when a helmeted head erupted out of his lawn during his afternoon cup of green tea. A meeting unsuspected by either party.

Getting stunned by the wearer of said helmet and a subsequent visit to the local surgery, Cullen soon found himself in the middle of the end of twenty year hunt by a six-foot blonde Amazon looking for an artefact stolen from her homeland that was now stashed away somewhere beneath his garden. This artefact, as it spectacularly transpired, was much, much more than a shiny, rugby sized ornament that looked like an acorn.

A Wales that a thousand years in the future was mostly a conversation area trying to grow food that was actually good for you. A magical race from a thousand years in the past that wanted to escape the Norman invasion, and a world of the present that was quietly cheesing off an ancient race that was trying and failing to stem, the tide of the loose cannon that was man.

Oh, yes and an ancient being that was using my valley as a bloody time travelling, dimension shifting private estate.