The hard winter disturbed Gwydion's thoughts as he awoke from his deep slumber. Two-thirds god, one part man, he, Lord Gwydion, opened his three eyes and watched stealthily the lands that were his domain. He would rub the juice of a leek over his body when he saw people who lived in these lands and it would make him invincible if he cared to meddle in their dreams.

His eyes grew resentful as he espied Dylan, half-man, half serpent, whose true visage was never seen, as he rested on the angry waves, his thoughts strange as he stared at the skulls that guarded the entrance to the cave of where he had hid from the pestilence that was known as man. Gwydion, his father, watched him and awaited the birth of the twelve warriors who would live again in the ravaged land where no trees grew and covering the sun was Gwydion's hand. The days were always dark and bitterly cold.

Dylan could swim as well as any creature and his fearsome reputation meant that he was a solitary being; ready to plague the thoughts of the unborn if they ever came toward the waters where he rested. 

Lord Gwydion's anger mocked him, for he knew his true identity after he slept with his sister Arianrhod. The hidden word Dylan needed to know. Foretold is his passing, like the others who fell into the three worlds. He slept then and did not hear the roar of the wind in the waters that was his death cry, sent by his father Lord Gwydion...

2.

Gwyn ap Nudd used his lies to bewilder Gawain when he was a child toiling in his father's fields. Gwyn whispered to him that he could have his greatest wish if he counted all the stars in the sky. Gawain, being full of innocence, did just that and struck dead he was afterwards,