The Green Lions

 “Ronan, we’re surrounded. Should I waive the white flag?” Orla asked.

“No, we will not surrender, I have received word from Patrick that we still have one more lifeline,” Ronan explained.

“God has left us. What is your plan? I need assurance that God is still with the Celtic tribe.”

Her lack of faith had gained Ronan’s full attention, “Look to the hills. I have made good friends with our neighbors to the south. I took in refugees from Africa, they told me that they were descendants of the holy tribe of Judah so I let them in and trained them to be warriors for Ireland. Look to the hills, and when you see the green lion on their shields, we will attack.”

This confused Orla, “But Judah is in Israel,” she replied.

Ronan became irate by her doubt and began to explain, “I know, their ancestors migrated to North Africa. They were captured by England to be enslaved, and many of them escaped to Ireland, so I made a deal with them. They want to help so they can return to their homeland free. We will need them. Look to the hills, the tribe of Judah is coming. The Green Lions are our secret weapon.”

Breaching the front gate, General Henry knew that if he captured this particular piece of territory that the Irish army wouldn’t stand a chance. Standing on the watch tower, Ronan could see the Green Lion shields. At first sight, he began to blow his battle horn.

Laced with warrior attire, and green dreads, the Green Lions helped push back England’s most brutal army. Taking control of the watch tower while Ronan went to fight, Orla noticed General Henry and his army fleeing to their escape route.

The Green Lions were just too strong. Their warriors were well trained for hand to hand combat. Noticing General Henry’s retreat, Ronan declared victory as the Green Lions roared like real lions. 

In the end, Ronan kept his word. Ireland was now at peace and the Green Lions were set free to return home to Africa.

The End.