-the tale of gwinyon-

Everything has a beginning and a end. Chapter º1



now this story must start with a sad tale, the birth of a child and a word I can closest describe as………………………….DESTINY………………………………………







FOR LONG AGO AND FAR AWAY ….there stood a little hunting hut on the outskirts of a small lone village, lined with fur a fire blazed …and a hunter ran shouting for a doctor for his wife how lay breathing ,gasping as her child of destiny entered the world and bathed his little eyes on the fire crackling and burning…and his eyes like the flames danced in sheer wonder as the hunter ,doctor and priest ran to the confused red and orange flickering fire light.

-the river that ran along side of village splashed silently past the little hut, thou red was the light of the glaring fire, deep blue ran the cold clear water ,the rushes bent over the bank and the willow dipped its pale leaves into the gentle flow, all was silent,…..

And a pool besides the hut reflected the white moon upon its waving surface, the stars gleamed as if someone had thrown diamonds into the water…then suddenly the water shone red, spreading and flowing the clouded red water filled the pool.



And far away a wizard gazed in wonder at the moon, for a image of the pool reflected upon the moon , it circled and the clouds formed a circle round it, swirling as a reflection of a mother and baby shone down to the wizards eyes, he felt dizzy and his eyes closed without his permeation …and now he could hear a baby crying , voices and the caracal of flames…..

But that’s INPOSSIBLE he whispered as his body fell in a enchanted sleep, many visions appeared of what had been and what could be, no … what should be.



and he lay bathed in blood red light ,lost to deep magic, and when he awoke it was to a dark cloudy sky, he gazed at the sky, for a moment a yellow moon peeped through the darkness …. it shone a light of joy promising of better times.

The air was crisp and fresh, a cold wind blew rustled through the almost bare branches, the harvest moon shone down, illuminating the landscape of golden autumn fields, shadows crossed the moon, flashes at the sides of the wizards eyes, but for the rustle of the leaves and grass, all was silent. Far in the distance a dog barked and a confused cockerel crowed…



he gazed at the moon, normal yet beautiful.-

No sign of the red waves, nothing to say it was anything more than a harvest moon.



But the wizard knew that though everything seemed calm and dark and sleeping……

Something moved in the shadows, something alive with force and energy……something very much awake!

It can’t be he thought such a riddle…..
...................................................... And my tale continues………..