Prelude
Where to begin? It is the stumbling block of many authors, often the bane of expression. I will begin with a day, a day that seems ages ago, but in reality is only twelve years in the past. My parents died, unfortunate yes, but do not pity me or mourn for my loss, it was long ago and the pain dwindled quickly as my Godfather took me under his care. I have spent the last twelve years in his tutelage and have learned things that most only dream of, and never, ever believe.
I began as a simple Neophyte, educated in the ways and obeying my elders, and advanced along the path to simple hedge magic and Ritual. I Awakened two years ago, and was initiated into the House Thig.
About two weeks ago I arrived at Kent State to obtain a mundane degree in Art, however the strangest dreams assailed me in the night, and a carnival was on the campus…
I began as a simple Neophyte, educated in the ways and obeying my elders, and advanced along the path to simple hedge magic and Ritual. I Awakened two years ago, and was initiated into the House Thig.
About two weeks ago I arrived at Kent State to obtain a mundane degree in Art, however the strangest dreams assailed me in the night, and a carnival was on the campus…