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Prologue

 

 

Death is but a hazy veil that separates our souls from physical existence. Beyond the valley of death is a haven that knows no physical boundaries. 

 

Gwynn, ever loving and gentle took solace in this world for nigh on four years and twenty before passing through the thin gossamer veil to the promise lands of old. In her youth Gwynn cared for many in her world, while gently guiding nature to grow. Her giving spirit prompted her to shift and nurture nature in other worlds as well as her own. 

It was in the woods of this world that, Tristan of the lake happened upon Gwynn while in a trancelike state communing with the earth. She was the most exquisite creature he had ever seen. Her silken locks appeared golden with an ethereal shine. He happened upon her while giving chase during a hunt. He came thundering through the brush and espied her from the corner of his eye and quickly reigned in. For a moment, maybe two all he could do was stare. Why wasn’t she moving? Was she dead? Was she breathing?  Fearing for her life he scooped her up and rushed her back to his encampment. 

She came back to earth from her celestial being to find that she had been taken away from everything and everyone she knew. When she clashed with Tristan in anger over his refusal to release her, she unknowingly released a surge in power that proved to be a cataclysmic event that shattered and created a void in the shell between the two worlds; disabling her from ever going back to her own world.

Many sons were born between the two, who grew to be great men and appeared to be of this world, like their father.

Only one daughter came from the union of the worlds.

It had been an unrelenting storm that brought her clamoring into life. She was told it was upon the sunrise of that morn when darkness gave way to day that she was born. At sunrise after the storm, calm had settled across the land almost as if giving a silent blessing to the child. After the windswept storm the land was left nebulous in its’ rising vapor that looked like silky strands reaching towards the heavens. Her father looked out over his vast lands and decreed she would be named in remembrance of her birth. 

 

Author's Note

I'm still looking for a title for this prologue; as well as trying to devise a better "hook" in the first line...