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In the golden
times, when the Pendragons ruled, my mother roosted
on Dragon Island, where the chosen King was put to challenge
the King Stag. She witnessed much bloodshed, and also much
glory. She tells me often of the young Arthur wrestling the
King Stag and claiming his right to be King.
My mother was very fond of The Lady of the Lake, and spent
many a time wandering along the shores of Avalon, a place in
which one could focus and feel true harmony.
My mother
speaks;
"When the ancient Y's sank to the sea, a cry, not heard,
but felt, rippled through the earth, and those who understood
its sound knew that the end of the Golden Era was
coming. Many mourned, and many sought the word of
the Goddess. Events were set into motion by Her, through
The Lady of the Lake and all of her descendants as Lady
after her. And although lives were manipulated and small wars
won, the new world of Christendom defeated our major
strongholds and Avalon was lost to the mists. Only those who
know the way from previous times, can safely reach the shores."
In remote
places of the ancient land, many people continue
to worship the Goddess. Faeries continue to make mischief in
their land near Avalon. Unicorns still romp in the depths of the
darkest forests, and occasionally frolic on green pastures. The
Lady of Lake remains, although to the mainland, she no longer
goes. And we, the Dragons, continue to live, although discreetly,
as we must in this Christian world.
As I begin to feel more comfortable about revealing my
presence to the world, I shall continue to tell the story of
my past. Be patient, persecution has made me
very cautious.
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