Glorious Rhiannon was born in the mists of time, in
the ancient lands of Celtia. Tragedy marred the
time of my awakening to the call of mother earth, and it is only known
that my birth was at the time of Samhain. Many now call that day Halloween,
but then it was known as the time when the unseen and the seen world would
collide. My mother was of the Eldar, Elven fair
and immortal. My father no one now can now recall since he was but mortal
and was brutally slaughtered by dark ones. Dawneth, my mother, did fall
into deep despair and left her people to wander the deep forests until
she lay down and dreamed her way to the other side. Left an orphan, I was
raised by the people of my mother, and I grew fair and strong under their
When I was full of maturity, many said that the kiss
of Dawn was upon me, but I can only describe
how I appear from the eyes of others, for I always look
inward. My skin was fair like my mother's, and my golden wild hairhung
down below my waist, never to know the cut of a knife. My eyes theysay
are as blue and deep as the most mysterious seas, and my lips are likeripe
fruit, all rosy and full of life. My cheeks carry the kiss of the sun uponthem,
and my woman's body is full and soft, yet hard from many battles.
And I stand tall like my father they say, but I will never
know this sadly.
How longingly I remember those early years when I would
wander for what seemed like many lifetimes through the magic of song, and
dance, and storytelling by only the light of the moon, stars, and prancing
bonfires. It was liken to drifting peacefully through some wondrous dream,
and my spirit still soars whenever I hear the fair notes of flutes, harps,
whistles, pipes, and a merry fiddle.
Once in awhile the dwarf people would come to a great
celebration and bring with them their drums
a drumming. On these nights a great fire would awaken
in my soul and my breathing would quicken with every poundingbeat they
did make, until I felt I could stand this ecstasy no longer! For
it was at the time of Imbolic that we celebrated
the fullness of fertility with allthe deepest passion that mother earth
was filled with. The Eldar would soothe me and tell me that my time would
come to find out these mysteries deep in my
soul. Until that time they taught me well to turn my passion to the waysof
skill in combat, for they saw that my future would be filled with manyquests.
The bow and swift arrow were the first I learned to use, and like all my
elven family I became deadly and silent in seeking my enemies.
When I was old enough, the fiercest warrior among the
eldar, Runewolf, gave me gifts he had forged
himself in secret. The first was a fine sword, carved
with signs, that I named Evenstar, since it rejoiced with light whendrawn
under the stars, and Evenstar was fair and deadly. The second giftwas a
small jeweled dagger that I did name Stealth, for it hung in hidingat the
back of my gold belt. Runewolf taught me well until my skill wasas great
As I grew in knowledge, I began to entertain a weary
traveler that some would call a wizard.
His name is still secret to all, and I simply called him
Wise One. It was he that taught me to harness the power inside mewhose
source was the earth itself. Upon my arm he branded his sign ofthe
three mothers, an intricate Triskel. He also gave me a fine gift
that was the purest crystal that any eye had
ever seen. Around my neck this crystal,named Electruss, still hangs;
resting upon my breast until I take it into myhand and call upon its power
to unite with mine. It is very dangerous to use
such power, for even I fear the terrible storm that can be unleashed;storms
both of extremely intense forces of nature and also the blaze ofhighly
charged energy. Its power unites with my inner vision, the powerof my mind,
and my gift of high levels of telepathy. My power of telepathyis
the most dangerous when united with another strong telepath.
Wise One also taught me to celebrate in ceremonies
that honored ones like Lugh, Bridget, and Cernunnos.
Happy were we when the seasons would change
and we would dance around the bonfires of Summer Solstice
& Winter Solstice. It was on the barren heights that he finallytaught
me of passion, underneath the Dolmen's Table in the beauty ofmoonlight.
And many a night we could be seen riding under silver starswith me mounted
on a golden steed named Dawnsong. Since that timeI have always held
Dawnsong's memory sacred and named his heirs in memory
Happy was I for many years until the turmoil of the
Tuathe de Dannan, or the Faery
host did cause us grief. It would seem that I had caught the jealouseyes
of the three war witches; Maeve, Macha, & Morgon. It was Morgan
who stole my Wise One away, and then did they
all three seek to take my life.
Broken hearted, I began to roam all the lands of Celtia,
never stopping long enough to share my full
love with anyone. I did do battle wherever I went, and
always defended the poor, the young, and the weak. And as I traveleddeep
in grief, I continued to study the power of mother earth until I was veryskilled
indeed. Many an enemy would find himself left standing in a daze,not
knowing that I had placed a spell upon him that would confuse his mind.And
still other enemies would awaken the next morning to wonder how they
had come to such deep sleep. These "so called
spells" were truly the harnessing of
the power that is part of the natural earth of Celtia, and opento me. And
woe to him that fell under the charm of my fair image, for as hewould reach
up to kiss me, he would find instead my dagger at his throat!
but.........beware of the Shadow.