Working on the next chapter, went through and updated and corrected a few things this time around (LONG overdue, sorry ), I should have the next chapter up soon.

Dramatis Personae

Ah, stories.

They’re the lifeblood of a world when you think about it. The messengers of memory, the spice of imagination, the balm to a child’s fears. They soothe and excite, inform and inspire, they can bring people together or tear them apart depending on how they are wielded. Every person’s life is a story, some mundane, some incredible, some in between. You weave those stories, and those people, together, and you have a true legend.

It takes a world of people to make a legend. A long tapestry of lives and actions that shape a story. And when that story makes up the events of an ever changing world it would give a storyteller far greater than me a challenge to try and describe everyone within it. With that in mind, I’ll tell you of three rather extraordinary women. Just three tiny lives amongst millions through time and space but you could say they each manage to make their mark on the world.

Introduce them? Oh, very well.

The Beast:

It…no she now…stepped out of the circle slowly, the energies of his magic still dancing around her.

“I can’t give you the answers you seek. You cannot be what you were created to be, and you are not a tool to be used, no matter what they told you. You have to forge your own path through this world…” He stepped away from the circle.

“I don’t know how.”

“You’re no different from anyone else in that.”

She swayed on her feet, looking at him with unsure eyes, both frightened and exhilarated by the path that stretched before her. “I don’t even have a name.”

“Now that I can give you.” Gnuvain smiled as she looked at him. “You are Enyela.”

The Healer:

“Miira?”

She looked up to see Anna. The child looked at her with those serious eyes, far too old for such a young child. “You’re here too….”

Without a word, the healer opened her arms and wrapped them around her when she came forward. Anna hid her face against her shoulder for a long while and finally spoke, her voice shaky. “That thing…it’s not a dream figure, is it? It really exists.”

Miira spoke without hesitation; “Yes.”

“And it’s coming.”

She hugged her tighter. “Yes.”

“Miira?”

“Hm?”

“What do you do when you have visions like that?”

Miira was silent for a long time, then she ran her hand through the girl’s hair. “I pray, little one. I pray.”

The Dragonlord:

“You know, if I ever find out who dumped a bucket of paint in her egg, there will be bloodshed.”

“Jinx…” Lady Celestia frowned.

“Well, look at her, her colors are all mismatched!” Despite her words, Jinx was stroking the sleeping hatchling on her lap, and her voice was affectionate. “She’s definitely not going to be mistaken for anyone’s dragon but mine.”

Shae opened one amber eye and gazed balefully up at her to-be mistress. Jinx grinned down at her. “Oh, aye, dragon, you’re mine even if you don’t understand anything yet.”

Shae opened her mouth and Jinx moved her hands away. “No biting.”

Lady Celestia bit back a smile as she watched them. Jinx might be…rough around the edges, she thought finding that the politest way possible to describe the rogue, but the genuine bond growing between her and the little one was undeniable. They would need that bond…and all their strength…to rise above what was coming…