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In 1400, I was a young man of good education, paid for by the vile tempered and formidable harridan, Countess Ednyfed, who, rumor had it, made her fortune through cunning, manipulation, and the occasional convenient death. Possibly even those of my parents, since I never knew them, nor ever heard them mentioned.
The countess named me. The name is Welsh, as am I, and I claim only that which is mine; the name. Gethin means dark, which I suppose I am, and Traherne means much like iron...I suppose that's true as well, when you get right down to it.
As to my history; as a young man, I heard the call, and joined Glyndwr. Before the battle of Pwll Melyn in 1406, the battle in which Glyndwr lost everything, I was encamped unknowingly in a Fairy Ring. I never made it to the battle - not Glyndwr's battle in any case.
I have for the last 450 odd years, however, been fighting and surviving along the Borderlands; neither in one world nor the other - where time moves oddly. I'm not entirely sure how old I am, nor how old I can be, but I'm certainly older than your granny...though I do not look it.
And now, I am in the World once again. Do not ask me how, for I am not quite sure; it just happened. There are always soft places in the Borders, places, if one can find them, one might ease through...or tear though, depending on one's motivation.
I? I was following someone...something.
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A solid good post.
Feb 21, 2019 06:11 pmAmazing description and scene setting. Bravo!
Apr 17, 2018 01:36 pmNice use of characterisation
Jan 11, 2018 08:06 amNice use of characterisation
Jan 07, 2018 03:46 pmWell written and interesting
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