We are far older than those that walk this earth. Our seed more ancient than time itself and long journeyed beyond its bounds. Our lives have been many and through them much sorrow of lands we have mourned and much sorrow for those we have borne.
All knowledge lies within, where truth seeks sanctuary from the grey mists that shroud those that do not know. Though man and beast may come with hurt within their hearts, we will not forsake that which we are bidden to protect. We will not forsake that which is bidden to protect us.
In fact one might say it is older than time itself and arguably, older still than our universe. It is a tale to which all people who read this book will become part. From what started as a leisurely ramble that spring morning turned into a journey that was first beyond my understanding. It was a journey that was to take me to the edge of madness and self-doubt.
A journey that only a few others can have taken and some have dreamt about, but one on which I shall be ever thankful to have embarked upon. It was a beautiful spring morning. A morning where time seemed to slow, an unhurried feeling seemed to pervade the house. The sun found its way through the gently swaying net curtains its light dancing on the tiled floor of the kitchen.
It seemed to be tempting me to leave the house to join it in what seemed to be a perfect spring day. I thought for a while on how to spend that day and whether I should go into Plymton to run some errands.
