A/N: I know, I know. I'm dead for years and when I return it's not more 'Parting Glass' (which I might revisit sometime soon), it's a new story for a new fandom. Don't kill me yet.

Hellboy 2 has been my favorite movie for ages. How I haven't written any fanfiction for it yet, I have no idea. But now's a good a time to start as any, so here's the prologue to hopefully a fairly long story. I'll try to update every week, but we'll see.

Muirneach is supposed to mean 'beloved' in Gaelic, but the site I used to translate it may or may not be accurate. Who knows, it's the internet.

The air was cold and damp as May picked her way carefully through the dark cave. The artifact she was after was concealed deep within and she hoped it was worth it. She'd be yelling at Manning when she got back.

"Hey May, where are you?" Her com blinked as the deep voice startled her.

"Red, I'm on a mission," she hissed, holding the com to her mouth.

"Bring back souvenirs," he said just as loud as before. May turned the com off decisively. Her partner at the mouth of the cave was only a shout away and she really didn't need anyone one else butting in. The cave was small enough so that her male partner, Jackson, couldn't quite fit, but just big enough for her slight frame to maneuver in.

"This better result in a week's worth of vacation and a bonus," her partner called into the cave. The sound echoed to reach her, but confirmed the theory that if she was in trouble, her scream would make him come crawling on all fours. She'd pay to see that.

"You're not even doing anything," May called back, rolling her eyes. At the back of the cave, behind a tall stalagmite, was a package. Wrapped in layer upon layer of weathered cloth and leather, May surmised this was the amulet Manning was after. Still, she gently unwrapped the layers, careful not to touch the amulet with her bare skin.

Beneath the final hard leather layer, the bronzed amulet seemed to shine despite it being utterly dark in the damned cave. May quickly rewrapped it, shaking the ominous feeling from her bones. The amulet would be trouble, but it wasn't immediate trouble. Her premonitions and intuition in these instances were never wrong, which was why Manning had fought to get her on the BPRD team. He called her psychic, but she refused the title. Just because her hunches came true most of the time, didn't mean she was really that special. Liz also tried to get her to admit her talents, recognizing her denial as something she had gone through herself, but May continued to refuse.

"Agent Hubbard to Manning, the package is secure." May put the carefully wrapped amulet into her small backpack. It was the only equipment, besides her flashlight, she could fit with her in the cave. Her guns and large puffy coat lay waiting for her outside.

"Excellent Agent Hubbard." Manning's smug smile could be heard from his com. May rolled her eyes, already making her way back to the front of the cave. But with every step, her pack felt heavier and heavier until she was nearly crawling to get out.

"May?" Jackson took her hand and pulled her out of the cave, and instantly her pack was light again.

"The cave," she gasped, the effort she was making to get out stole all the breath from her, "it didn't want it to leave."

"I think you're out of shape." He unhelpfully supplied his own theory.

"No, you idiot. It was making it heavier to keep me from removing it. It's obviously not a regular amulet." May caught her breath and punched her partner in the arm. Their plane was only a few miles away, the large empty expanse of Iceland made it easy for them to land near their destination.

"Sure, whatever," Jackson said as he started making his way to the plane. "Let's get off this rock."

"I agree," May shivered as another feeling ran through her. It was ancient and powerful, but the connection was deep enough to make her stop mid-step. It passed as quickly as it came, and May felt almost lonely without it.

"What's wrong?" Jackson noticed his partners stop. His hand rested on his gun, knowing to trust her feelings.

"Nothing," May said oddly. She shook her head to try and shake the lonely feeling. "It felt like a deep connection to the earth, but I'm not sure why."

"Okay," Jackson hesitantly moved toward the plane again, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He couldn't help but mutter his secret nickname for his partner. "Freak."

If May heard, she kept her mouth shut. Still, the feeling of loneliness seemed to cut down to her bones. She felt as though her soul had been ripped in half and she longed to find the rest of it. But she kept this to herself, brushing her loose brown hair back up into the high ponytail she wore for missions. The plane started and she stared at the ground as it grew smaller and smaller.

Miles away on coast of Northern Ireland, a giant opened once again. Once the final resting place of the Golden Army, the Giant's Causeway became home to two new permanent residents a few years back. Since then, the stone giant had laid quiet and still until the moment May felt the first shiver of loneliness.

That was the moment Prince Nuada Silverlance stepped out of the ground.