The beginning of my story is almost lost in the mists of time, we all pass through many, many lives to gain experience and grow, sometimes we are aware of who we have been and the people who have shaped us. We all are driven to acts of great cruelty and great kindness. My story stretches back over many eons and has been intrinsically linked with other souls, currently known as Noldor Capron, Ryllian Annis, Gwydhion Firkin and Taffef Rilmord.

I was first born a daughter of Elmerland and a Fae-knight. Noldor was born the son of Capownica and the human queen of the lands now known as Ozland in the height of its power about 8,000 years before the first Stormtyde. Though born illegitimate he was the only issue so would inherit the kingdom; he was a harsh, jealous and possessive man. I was called forth from swan castle to defend a young maiden from Noldor.

But from the first moment he saw me he was struck by my beauty, kindness and most of all the power in my soul, for I have the soul of a Tuatha, a true Elder. He became obsessed with possessing me; he cast a powerful spell binding my soul to his for eternity. Bound by the spell, feeling only burning love for him, I stood by and watched him harm the girl only pleading on her behalf. I was outcast from my people but I cared not I knew only burning love for Noldor.

Together we travelled far and wide gaining in riches and power. On our travels I found an ancient artifact of great power. Soloman decreed that he did not wish the artifact to remain amoungst men. But Noldor desired it, so I made a pact with Taffef Rilmord the immortal avatar of trickery and deceit. Together we tried to deceive Soloman but who can deceive the father of all. He cursed us, that we would suffer in our love and in our suffering we would be open vessels for the gods until such time as both our souls learned humility and sacrifice, and so he hurled us into the timeless void awaiting the call.