It is the year of 224 and 2398 tickenths of the 5th age which is called,"Quinquetus."* The time when men made up stories to go along with those from the old about legends and myths and all sorts of things; such things were considered to be as real as a the Lord of Perefaile's youngest son riding a purple pony with feather wings that sneezes fairy dust and emanates flowers and farts rose petals. They have no idea how real some of those myths and legends are. The elven creatures retreated to Destaeyrs Hollow behind the Jakyr mountains, and the dwarves to new hidden mines and whole underworld cities beneath the Falconer foothills. There have been rumors of goblin men who steal human women because they lost there own and trees that move and speak. I know the first two to be true because I have met the dwarves and elves myself, but I can't say about the other two. I personally think they're hedge healer's catarphen weed. My name is X. No, seriously: I have no name. When Myl found me, he said that my mother had written but one letter in the tongues of old, so he called Talifey which apparently means, "she the nameless," in the tongues of old. I don't know if I believe it. Myl is a wise old man and the closest thing I have to a father. He gave me Dane, taught me to ride, fight, track, hunt, skulk n stalk and just about everything I know. My trusty white steed Danathane was a gift on my 3rd birthday as well as my first riding lessons. Danathane was young but gentle from the training from the
shasshaa, a shy people who can be in plain sight and make themselves seem like they aren't there at all. There ways with horses and other creatures is a legend. Any horse trained by the
Shasshaa is highly prized and sought after. Myl never told me how he came by Dane. Iggy is what you might call my brother and best friend. Iganthriel is half elven and half human. Myl found Iggy a year or two before he found me. Iggy is about two years older than I am, six foote and 2 sect, has pail grey eyes like the first winter snow and dusty gold-brown hair like the colors of the trees of the harvest season. He is.... a blessing and a curse.
