Antequam Incipiam

A boy went forth

From the rugged shores of Sicathia

He navigated the forest

Crossed the desert inhabited by iron gryphons and wild men

Scaled mountain crags

Across the grasslands home to the winged lions

Past the Pillars of Termia.

He sailed the Long Sea of the Lost Voyager Falthimar,

Towards the wayward eddies

Over timeworn stones

Under the Cliff of Skies

To the silver pool, called Oracle Pool
But first among the crags and stones,
Braved the winged serpent, Astaroth
Defied the Green Man in his forest

Yet always helped by a multitude of friends,

Osgood the toad, ugly and the wise

Clernoon of the deep water- the dead eyed fish, old as time.

The Kasyk of the muscular coils and iron scales, the good Basilik
Rugoon, the brave but injured lion

Calyae, ever helpful, the fleet hawk whose shadow rests upon the waters.
Finally, Wheyron, the fierce swan, larger than a ship
Guardian of that pool that holds the golden key

Here is the story of a boy

He sought a secret buried in his heart,

Forgotten by him and all others.

His journey took years of his life

Brought him younger into older years too quickly.

Freyi, the golden curled and quiet one

She waited for him in the little cottage overlooking the cliffs.

Rope maker, old man Timote,

White bearded with gnarled hands.

The old woman Versute’ with warm eyes filled with wisdom.

His companions,
Delzagoddo, the ancient but honorable knight,
His black steed Destino.

Turk the Silent one armed warrior sworn to never speak.

Galzimari the tall brilliant eyed magician, conjurer of beautiful sunsets
Ganeshri, elephant headed warrior with four arms, a bold laugh.

Rigg, the laughing sailor brown by sun and rain

His best friend who loved him like an older brother.

Del saw the truth of things

Could not rest until he found the key

He looked for that secret hidden behind the door.
It all started with a message found in the belly of a fish.

Here is the story of the boy who is called Del . . .