The Beginning

First I have to tell you a bit about where I come from… It’s a god forsaken place on the coast of a cold northern sea. Most of the year it’s dark and sharp winds rush across the almost mountainless terrain. The nights are clear and the sky is filled with little stars that blink down at you like millions of curious eyes of a creature so old it has melted into the core of the universe. When the warm season approaches the days begin to turn longer and nights shorter but that’s just for a remote time, it’s like the interlude between two parts of a theatre performance… Just long enough to get a glass of wine from the café but short enough to still be floating on the air of the things that you have just seen on stage. Summer at this latitude is like a dream, you enjoy it to the fullest when you have it and then it’s gone and you are not even sure it was there… So most of us are more or less night creatures, we have adjusted to the harsh environment, we can stay without eating for weeks, even months; our bodies have gone through an evolution which has used all our advantages and slowly erased useless features. We can travel long distances without needing to rest and we can hear a child whisper on the other side of the frozen sea that separates us from our closest neighbors.
So I hope you understand that all this has made me what I am now. Sometimes it makes me sad that I have become emotionless and don’t feel things like I used to do. But then again it’s the only way to survive here. We have seen invaders sail to our harbours on fancy ships, setting up camps and travelling inward but for some reason they never get anywhere… They either lose their minds and then wander endlessly along the icy roads, never hardly saying a word and only looking at you with their eyes full on universal fear and not even realizing that its snowing and they are walking around barefoot. Or they get attacked by something that sneaks to their camps, sleeps their guards and leeches out their lives so that one traveller who once came across such deserted camp, has written in his diary “…and they were all lying there, faces totally empty; looking as if something has just flown through them and devoured all their souls”.
I’m a transformer. It means that I walk like human at daytime and I can do that at night but not very often this is the case. Usually I finish my daily routines at sunset (which in these areas comes real quick accompanied with a pale moon which seems to be made of bone), then go for a quick prayer in my private shrine and when I feel that my soul has been purified from all the negative energy I have gathered during the day I will do the Ritual. Most probably you will ask what it is like, well I have to apologize but this is meant only for the chosen ones. Already in the very beginning when I’m starting to chant the first verses of the spell I can feel the power of my ancestors flowing through me and I start to shiver all over. From a certain point I don’t think anymore, just feel; feel how the strength of centuries before me runs in my veins, fills my heart and mind. And then I know I’m ready. Ready to slip out of this world and enter another one, a world where everything is different… a world where we are what we want to be and a world where I know my beloved one will be waiting…