The Golden Age of Myths:I was not of the first born of my house, nor was I the last. I was born of a dream filled with a desire for love, adoration, and power. A dream that sought to find magic in a world that refused to see him, and that beauty to him was more than simply met the eye.Before Banality swept the Autumn world like a plague that sought only to rid the world of all that was sacred in the world, before all that made it real, made it alive and free, I was there, with my Queen Eiluned as her humble and loyal knight. I was not her Count, or her Baron, but her knight, and as long as I was -hers-, I was happy. As long as I was close to her.Some used to call me one of those closer to House Ailil, my charm and wit an able tool to weave my way out of situations that would otherwise end myself in dangerous situations, but the truth was that while in many ways I might have reminded one of that house the way I worked, I could never join the house of the man whod stolen the heart of the one I loved. I could not bear to serve him with the same loyalty that I had given to Lady Eiluned.Like many of my kind, I was a Sorcerer of quality matched only by the others of my house. My tools were the control over others, their emotions, their memories, and the whimsey of time itself. When war reached out between the Fomorians and the Sidhe, I marched with my Queen, at the sides of the great kings and queens of the past, and my magic turned blade and talon against the wielder. In battle it is said that it is not a mans skill that saves his life, but the people at his back. Such was true in this war. More than once I laid on the ground, the journey to Spring a mere breath away before an ally dragged me out of harms way. I was even once, saved by the very Queen I served. I think when she saw me there, she knew my unrequited feelings.When the war was over and for a breath of a moment peace existed, my house was raised with a measure of respect for what it is we risked, what it is we lost and what it was we gave for that war by using our powers in the arts of Sorcery. I... that was the last I remember that I saw of my Queen, for our paths separated from that point on.The SunderingHumans are creatures with short memories. It would not be long before the humans forgot the war with the Fomorians, how many of our number died to fend back the onslaught that killed and ravaged thousands. As our relationships with the humans began to fray, as the old ways were replaced with the new, many of my number began to speak of a time when glamour would die, when the world would be a bleak cold place where Glamour no longer existed. Me, I was of the number that saw the sight as a warning of what one day might occur and sought to unify the ties to the Fae and the Mortals.It was this time that humans began to find the use of Iron. Iron, the symbol of all that was banal in the world given shape and form. They made these weapons as a means to fend themselves off against us. They created them because of our mistakes, our arrogance.I was used an one of many of the emissaries of the Eiluned to negotiate with prodigals, particularly the Children of Lilith, who I tolerated on account of the fact that they were who had consoled my Queen when she had no one else to turn to. The willworkers as well, for in that time we were allies, they the children of the Wyck and we the Children of the Tuatha De Danaan. I made sure that our treaties and oaths were sealed by the very power of the dreaming, and that our relationship with them continued to go smoothly.Later in that time period I was a vassal to another Eiluned Sorceress, a Duchess who was quiet and reserved, spending most of her time reading grimoires and seeking artifacts. While many mysteries surrounded her, even as one of her personal attendants I was never able to pierce that veil of mystery she kept around her like a cloak of armor. She was, like my lady, one of the few people I was not able to enchant with my silver tongue and honeyed words.She, a group of Sidhe, a much larger group of commoners, and myself were among the many groups who went to build freeholds to withstand the storm that we knew was coming. We went to the Isle of Mists, an Isle forbidden for mortals to ever touch, and there we created our greatest freeholds. For every brick laid down, there was a Nocker or a Member of House Dougal laying it down with dreamstuff. For every protective ward, I and my Eiluned Brethren were there, casting the cantrip that would prevent those who meant harm from ever treading. It was there we kept our most powerful secrets of the Greymayre, there that our treasures and our greatest weapons we hid.I know not what became of those place. From many of the rumors I hear and the histories I read, it suggests many of these places became Bastions of the Lost Ones, Freeholds guarded against Banality through the use of Bedlam.When the Spread of Christianity to Hibernia came, it came with the taint of Banality. Humans were using god to explain magic, to explain that all magic came from one source and one source only. Using Iron they fended us back, and I have no shame in saying that we were forced back.I could spend eternity on the many events after that that preceded the shattering. I could tell you the story of the pool of Brianne and where it seemed to turn up and how it was used before it moved once more.I could speak on the Legend of Camelot. I could tell you of the sunken city of Lyoness. I could sing a ballad of the tragedy of Rhonwen and Abanaeron, and of the Shining sword of Glamorgan, given to Prince Carniog by Morgana Le Fay, which he used to rule Cymru until the time came when he found himself outside of the bounds of Cymru, though Im sure youve heard it all before and it would not due to waste precious time going through every detail. If you want more detail, find an eshu who was there.What matters is that in the end, when the Sidhe turned to return to the gates of Arcadia, beaten and broken, when the Red Branch sacrificed thousands of their number to make sure their brethren reached the closing gates, I was there amidst the number who returned, who survived the defeat at the hands of banality.Banishment:I do not entirely remember the reason that I was banished from the gates of Arcadia. Of all my memories, those of the period of the Interregnum when my kind were at home, at peace in Arcadia, are the hardest to remember, the hardest to picture, as the mist clouds those memories the most, as though it tries to wipe them from my mind. I know that I was not exiled near the time of the Resurgence in 1969, obviously, by my age now. I remember making a prophecy, I think, one of the future of Arcadia. My theory is that for some reason, perhaps due to oaths myself and others swore, or due to the fickle nature of the Dreaming to which I came from, I actually -was- sent with the rest of my House, it just took me longer to reach the Autumn world than it did others.Who I was...I can remember clearly the feeling of being thrust into a cold world, a banal world with which the very air felt as through cold iron chains surrounded me. Reaching out into the nothingness, I desperately needed to find a body with which to clothe myself, to protect myself from the harsh world around me.I found it in a boy, an Alexander Stark whose soul I touched, and whose body became my own. I bid the child goodbye, sending him back through where I came from, on a trod that lead to what I and others theorize was Arcadia.It took me a moment to collect my mind when it happened, the weight of the worlds banality and the strength of the mind of the child I took not allowing me to have the same knowledges I had had prior to the ritual which gave me the body. In layman's terms, while I was Sidhe and had lived far longer than any mere child, the childs mind was not enough to comprehend multiple millenia of memories, and while I was able to undergo my Chrysalis with a higher maturity and Intelligence than the average child my mortals age, I was still restricted to a level that could also be normal for that same age.My Chrysalis was not missed. Similar to the Chrysalis of others, mine caused the very air to radiate with the potent forces of the Deep Dreaming from which I came. My first sights through my mortal eyes were Alexanders... --my-- parents as they held my hand through a festival crowded with hundreds of different people. Then those sights went away, almost immediately, replaced by the sights of what was truly there, what others failed to see. I saw the color of the air as it swirled iridescently around me, I heard the sound of a babes first sigh as it first laid in the arms of its mother, I felt a moment where time stopped at two lovers first kiss. All around me, I felt the wonder and glory of -glamour-, but more than that I felt a coldness, shocking and harsh like Id fallen off a skyscraper into an icy lake.I ran, not realizing who my alleged parents were or where I was. I just ran, frightened and terrified of my situation in a way that Id never been before. I ran out of the mall, into the streets, missing strange metal bugs that littered the streets, roaring at me as I dodged and weaved around them. I ran and ran and ran until I bumped into someone. As I looked up, I saw a woman who looked down to me, and smiled. A woman like not like those banal creatures around me, a young woman with cat-like features and a tail, dressed in a viole of yellow tiger striped pants than hugged her legs and a pink shirt with a similar design, who knelt down and soothed me with her words. She told me that I was an alien from another planet, sent from krypton to be the savior of the world. While I didnt quite understand what in the name of the Dreaming she was talking about, I found myself laughing a bit at her all the same. After Id been calmed, she asked me if she could speak later when there was time, and when I answered yes, she lead me to those who were to be my parents, who were relieved that I had been found.I took a while to adjust to my new surroundings. I went to school, I learned to do things children did, and basically lorded over all the other kids and demanded they pay tribute to me, including giving me all rights to any toys they may possess, and me the right to not share mine. Suffice to say I was met with much resistance. Still, at least the adults thought me so adorable that they had difficulty not siding with me unless I was blatantly abusing my power as one of noble blood.Later that week, the Knight who had found me on the day of my Chrysalis contacted my parents to discuss with them that theyd like to see about enrolling me in a special private school. My parents, being what they are and wanting only the best for their child, readily agreed. Of course, I knew there was more than meets the eye to this whole private school facade.When the day came for me to go ahead and have my first day in school, I was taken to a building filled with people like me, but not many were not quite like me. Still, I recognized that others were like me in the sense that they were born to rule over others. Others were special in their own way, but not quite like myself. I felt a rush of responsibility and a need to act as lord and protector over those who I knew would serve me one day. It was a strange feeling, in the body that I inhabited.As I was lead in, I met the one in charge. I still remember her name and face. Queen Morgana ap Gwydion was a woman of both incomprehensible beauty and grace. When I stood before her, I instinctively knelt as anyone should in their right mind, and when she asked that I stood, I did so with my head held high. As she sized me up, she asked me my name, and I replied. She asked me what I remembered from my past, and at the time, I answered nothing. As she nodded, she looked among her court for one who would be my mentor as I went through fosterage. In the end, I was mentored by the Lady Arianrhod ni Eiluned, a close and personal friend of the Queen.Lady Arianrhod (I called her Aria for short) was a firm (TBC)