Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 231: The Supreme Grandmaster

The union of Prince Árd-Greimne of the Tuatha Dé Danann and Derbáil, the mortal princess of Dál Riata, was a quiet rebellion against the order of both their worlds. He, a being of radiant light and ancient power, and she, a woman of fleeting beauty and indomitable spirit, carved out a life together not in the splendour of a court, but in isolation on the mist-veiled Isle of Skye. There, at the edge of the world, they raised their daughter... Scáthach.

Scáthach was born as a mortal human, like her mother. She bore her mother’s delicate features but none of her father’s innate, immortal power. Yet Árd-Greimne did not awaken her dormant bloodline. Instead, he trained her, moulding flesh and spirit until she could stand toe to toe with his own kind. He felt the spiritual energy of Midgard thinning, draining away like sand through a glass, leaving his people wan and faint, their forms becoming little more than echoes. The age of the Tuatha Dé Danann was ending. Soon, they would be forced to depart for realms where their kind could still endure.

Knowing this, Árd-Greimne set himself to a single purpose... forging his human daughter into the weapon that would guard the world they must abandon. He was not merely her father, but her unyielding master of arms. He placed a sword in her hands before she could read, taught her the spear before she knew the weight of relationships. He drilled her in the strategies of the Tuatha Dé, the breaking of formations, the unravelling of armies... knowledge meant for god-generals, not mortal children. Her childhood was not one of laughter or play, but of ceaseless discipline. Her body became a blade honed to perfection; her mind, the sharp edge of a commander’s will.

Then came the day of the Great Exodus. The spiritual energy in Midgard grew still and thin as the last of the Tuatha Dé Danann gathered, their figures wavering like candle flames in a dying wind. Árd-Greimne stood before his daughter one final time. Before him was the supreme warrior he had forged, a masterpiece of mortal flesh and unyielding spirit. But he knew it was not enough. To guard Midgard against the horrors that would come crawling from the void, she would need more. She would need to become more.

Placing his hands upon her shoulders, Árd-Greimne did not speak farewell. Instead, he reached into the blazing core of his divine essence and ignited the dormant bloodline within her. The transformation was agony... an unmaking and remaking. Scáthach’s mortal frame cracked under the pressure of divinity, then reformed in glory. Her skin shimmered with an inner light, her hair cascaded in streams of pale gold and silver, and her once-human eyes deepened into orbs that mirrored the void between stars. Supreme power, the inheritance of the Tuatha Dé Danann, surged through her veins like a flood.

He named her Protector of Midgard, Warden of the Last Defence, the Fortress of Shadows. Then, without a backward glance, he turned and walked among his fading kin. Together, the Tuatha Dé Danann dissolved into brilliance, their procession vanishing into the veils of eternity.

Scáthach stood alone upon the silent ramparts of Dún Scáith. The last of the old gods was gone. In their place remained the first... and only representative of the new. No longer merely a daughter, no longer merely a warrior, she was shield and sword both, oath and inheritance incarnate. She was Midgard’s final promise of the Tuatha Dé Danann.

Her domain, Dún Scáith, became the outpost of the old order’s memory. There she did not wither into legend but fought against it. She gathered disciples... human, other races of this world... and shaped them into warriors. The exalted doctrines of the Tuatha Dé, once reserved for immortals, she re-forged into a curriculum mortal could bear, so their hands might wield god-born arts.

Her purpose was singular and unyielding... to remain the eternal Warden of Midgard. She foresaw the planet’s thinning spirit as more than decay; it was a beacon, a lure for predators from the outer voids. A world stripped of its gods would be easy prey. In solitude, she became the architect of Midgard’s defence, transforming her fortress into an academy, and her students into the first and last line of resistance.

For centuries, Scáthach’s fortress produced generals and warlords who held Midgard’s borders against prowling threats from the void. Yet even she, eternal and unyielding, felt the weight of repetition. Restlessness stirred within her. To sharpen herself beyond the limits of her own doctrine, she departed on a world-spanning expedition.

Across the world, countless places and races she wandered. She studied the martial traditions of supernatural races, fought with their champions, tested herself in their arenas, and refined her art with every duel. Where she went, she left not only mastery but wisdom, reshaping the warriors she encountered. By the time she returned, she was no longer merely Midgard’s Warden. She had become the teacher of worlds... the Supreme Grandmaster.

When the supernatural races finally set aside their rivalries to unite against the looming invasion from beyond the stars, Yggdrasil itself petitioned her. It called for Scáthach to lead as General of the Allied Midgard Army. But she refused without hesitation. Her oath was older than Yggdrasil’s plea... she had sworn to her father that she would remain in Midgard as its final bastion, not march to Molgrath for open war. Her promise was iron.

the next generation of defenders, the allied forces begged her to serve as Principal. Yet she surprised them. Scáthach did not hunger for crowns or thrones. She wished only to instruct, to find and shape the next prodigy who might inherit the legacy she carried. Thus, the academy yielded, naming her instead as the Head of the Department of Combat, a master among masters, free to teach as

in her domain yet step into the academy at will. And

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arms, a few weapons clung to her legend more tightly than others. Her most famous was the spear, the Gáe Bolg, a weapon said to pierce destiny itself. She was also

trained her not to rely on inherited

enrolled in the School of Mixed Martial Arts, with a quiet resolution to take

[Course Selection: Primary Term]

Mandatory Courses:

1. Basics of Cultivation

Supernatural

of Combat

selections

1. Introduction to Alchemy

2. Basics of Forge

History and

4. Healing Arts

to

6. Wilderness Survival

7. Fundamentals of Psionics

Magical Botany &

of

Familiar Handling