Alright, for those of you curious, the Grove Bard has reminded me of the Bardic competition this year. I’ve been thinking of what I wanted to do, and one thought is a tale, the other is a song. Well, unless I feel like singing a’capella, or to a violin played like a mandolin, that won’t happen…so, during this week, you’ll all be stuck with my attempts at short story creation for this. *grin*

I can recall an ancient time, when the land whispered its name along the wind. Times were much different then, before the conquerers came and everything changed. Then the age of the Hero passed into history, and then into legend.

Just so you all know, I have no clue where this story will go, but now the journey starts.