A change in the wind

[DoS Archive]

From: agravainuz@aol.com (AgravainUz)
Date: 04 May 1998 19:54:45 EDT

::Aggy sits in the hidden glade awaiting the return of his grandmother, Ceinwen. The knowledge that he has aquired on his search rubs his insides into a raw wound. In all his young days, he could never have guessed that this was truth. In his deepest soul, though, he knows that Adonai is not his father nor Aislain's. How this came about, he can't think, knowing his mother to be honorable. His Valheru grandfather spared no
love for him when he laughed at the young man's questions. " You are not Valheru" the thoughts echoed through his mind in a blast of heat and noise, " you are not even of my seed!" The blast of pure hatred had seared Aggy's soul forever separating him from his father.
"Aggy" he turned his head slowly, the vision of his grandmother the Goddess glowling brightly before his half human eyes. "Yes Grandmere?" Ceinwen sat down on her Tor beside her grandson and began the story of the twins conception, here in this glade. "No one" <FONT
COLOR="#000000" SIZE=3>she began "knows this truth but I, for I set it forth to call you and Aislain into being. Adonai was married to your mother when I began this. I knew he would make her unhappy.... he could never understand her ways, nor my ways. I caused your mother to come here alone, I caused her to fall into a deep sleep. Then I called the man who is your father to also find this hidden place. What transpired
that night was beyound human understanding, but from that act of love on your father's part came you and Aislain." Ceinwen looked deeply into Aggy's eyes. " I could tell you who your father is... he still lives in Rhy-din. First you must tell your mother to come to me so that I might tell her his name. Do you understand what I have told you, Aggy?"
Aggy stood as he nodded to his grandmother, relief plainly written on his handsome young face. "Yes, Grandmere... I will go tell my Mother to come to you." As he turned to leave, Ceinwen wrapped her arms around him, her power and honor filling his soul in the place that had been emptied of the lie.

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