I have been so long away, I've almost forgotten the lay of the land, but not quite!
In the gathering cold of autumn, Megwin and her animals asked me to tell them stories of the past. They wanted to hear about the Old Ones and how the men of Camlan were defeated by the wary kings of Magra. They'd heard the tales before but never tire of them, yet I do, for they are of wars and death and greed for power.
So, instead, I decided to tell them about the first queen of Magra, one of Megwin's own ancestors. She knew the mantles too, and the Old Ones, oh, and yes, there was a war and of course, friend fox, there was one of your kind too.
Sit quietly, put on more wood and listen...
The first chapters are being drafted...
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