ஜ†Winterborn Malice†ஜ

L ost awash within the vast realm that tis thyne reality, I have endlessly wandered. Relentless unto the winds so wrought against thee, yet bound by the grace of fate I hold thy vigial. Thy long journey forever thee student unto wisdom lost long ago, thy minds own grace a sanctuary, thy souls destiny dammed.

Born and raised within the fair city of Waltham, within the dark colony of Massachusetts unto the realm of New England. My early childhood was spent growing up in Waltham where I attended public school through the eleventh grade where I sought the wayward path and entered unto attendance at the theatrical academy of Willow Hill. During my time on the hill performing unto the stage in Camelot, Shakespeare's Hamlet and The King and I as well as a fair number of smaller productions. A great appreciation for the great poets and true English literature was nurtured during the two years of its grace.

During the years pass my childhood grace I entered study in Environmental Technology yet thy mind still wandering through my earlier years sought study unto Shakespearean literature. In each way these paths strengthened my resolve unto grace. Following the of nurture of my studies I soon stood on a distant Isle, kingdoms far off long buried and cherished, London and its great cathedrals, its theaters hearkened unto my spirit and before thyne own sight Hamlet on stage at the Globe Theater, Shakespeare's original theater. Little more than seven nights did I embrace with that enchanted city, for deep within thy heart and thoughts the magick of olde stirred once more; a calling home, I had such a thought!

The year following brought forth much anticipation to yet return unto that once 'holy' land, so much so that I with a company of a friend from the hill journeyed far beyond the dawn upon the early rising of the December moon. We would stay upon the isle for a fair day over a month, so much I would speak of yet I believe such to be the topic of my personal telling, be it thy honor as well as thy pleasure.

One memory however doth lay within thy mind deep and as vivid as thyne own sight before thee. Thy journey unto the great circle wrought by stone amid the Salisbury Plains, the grand realm at Stonehenge. Upon the morning of the winter solstice I fell under the spell of majesty, thyne eyes not yet deceiving me. Standing before the grand circle its very life seemed to coarse through my veins, reckoning unto thy very being memories wrought deep unto the distant past.

My fall unto and beyond the veil of reality began around my seventh year of my childhood conceived within my ever growing urge for knowledge yet deeper than the scope of mundane reality would offer. A deep interest in the fantasy realm of thy dreams and a fierce awareness of a greater truth I found thyself in study over a great many varied topics over the following years from theoretical theology and philosophy, pagan and Wicca beliefs as well as deeper knowledge yet still.

Throughout my early adolescence thy hunger for knowledge and thy own inner wisdom captivated my very life, an endless pursuit of knowledge of the mystical and arcane nature, thy engaging interest in ritualistic magick and my awakening from the dreaming as I shall call of such for now lead me down a great varied paths. Studying everything from druidism and pagan ritual to the wayward paths of chaos, blood and Enocian rituals, one that in time would lead to thy own fall from the seamless balance that grace had brought thee.

After many years of study now in my twentieth year of thy being I entered unto a path that would ultimately nearly destroy me, for a great deal of time Enocian Magick had been a deep interest and at that time a passion of the spirit and soul. I along with four other practicing friends of thyne brought unto being a coven circle in the early spring of the ninety fifth year of the mark. Thy contentment for the world beyond thy grace waned greatly over that long year, forever falling inward into deep and dark places wrought by avarice and arrogance over the following months.

Thy tale so ends on a night like any other it seemed, yet it was the high winter solstice and we would meet one last time together in union and grace, we had thought. Our circle went up, the ritual had begun. yet treachery and avarice was allowed to endure and our fate that eve forsaken for already it was to late. By twilight's light thy grace had fallen, I had sinned and a dear friend was gone...lost to our madness. Thy mind, sundered by demons of dreams long since forgotten.

Following that dreadful night we were to meet only once more again in circle to honor unto memory and dreams our fallen brother, so viciously taken before our very wills reach. I would betray thy soul no further and I relented to succumb to the loneliness within thee, I would never stand unto the ritual circle again, such was thy swearing oath that night.

In the years that followed that long forgotten night I retreated into a world blind of thy vision, lost was thy grace and deep in the grasp of thy madness I surrendered thyself unto the physical realm, forsaking all knowledge and wisdom of thy long years study. I was dead, a mundane spirit once again lost unto the madness of this long forsaken realm. Bound behind walls of will thy souls grace, thy enchantment and thy vision had left thee to wander blinded.

For nearly three long years I relented thy mind unto innocents for the dreams that lay dark and deep still yet sleep. Yet in thy return unto Harvard Square in the summer of nineteen ninety eight thy mind would find no solace nor peace for it awakened things long since buried. Slowly it begun yet over the following weeks thy minds thoughts now wrought by both love and thy waking dreams found little tolerance, within a months time of returning thy will forced relent unto thy waking mind.
Over the successive months unto the fall of a new winter thy vision slowly returning, enchantment and wonder had slipped back into my life. And yet as I remember back to that time so long ago none of it seemed to matter...I welcomed it back like that of an old friend. All was good, finding love in thy heart for a young lady kept my mind on other things.

During those days so long ago I and thy lady where befriended by another of similar faith and belief. This mans name among us was Wolfe and his wife had established a pagan house within the city of Somerville, laying just north east of Cambridge and our 'home' at Harvard. Us four along with others over the following months would come to call Midian home, for it was just that for we where free to be as our true selves and so encouraged. Its ideals once as silver as grace soon tarnished over time, tension within the house grew steadily ever chaotic. In those days we all became lost amid the wanderings of our minds and in such times found solace if for not but a moment in time. For we where Awake from the dream once more.

The first of our minds to faultier was Wolfe's, madness slowly crept unto his mind and we were all to feel its influence. The Pack as he had called our group within the house was at the risk of failing under his leadership and I would soon come to challenge him for its dominance. One evening it came to be that Wolfe's mind brought him to the edge of madness, declaring that the Pack and the house of its birth was forever sundered from its grace. And at such thy move fulfilled I claimed leadership over the pack, together I and his wife Dylan forsaking Wolfe's ever maddening mind would lead our small circle for the House of Midian now sundered and broken was still with hope among its grace.

Months seemed to pass as the harsh wither had gone and the light of a new summer moon shone brightly over this land, Such began the time of our newly found grace. Many souls would come to call Midian home for its fall was as of yet still unwritten by fate, Among us there were those who had been witness to the trails of the previous year and yet we grew steadily stronger with wisdom and grace before us. Yet as the doom of grace, that all good truths shall faultier unto time soon the madness once tearing us from grace returned.

We all forsaking these lands for the north lead us unto the city of Manchester within the forest bound state of New Hampshire, and there finding our 'silver lining' we once again flourished for a time. Many new friends we made in this time, yet the demons once plaguing our minds soon returned. Great unrest soon arose between all within the house and thus began the fall of the once fair House of Midian.

I and thy ladies relationship soon befell unto despair and the demons of thy own mind so unleashed grew stronger with each passing day. Over the following months much despair and at times violent aggression would befall unto being within those once peaceful walls. An at times brutal feud between I and Dylan over the grace, prosperity and in the final days the dominance of the Houses circle would arise. I dare not say that such times where not by thy fault or that my part in its disgrace was minimal, for thy own demons dwelt there as well.

Still even amongst the growing madness and deceit within the house I never fully relented unto thy increasing despair. My mind doomed as I felt yet thy strength and resolve to see things unto grace anew drove us unto one final act of desperation. Throughout that long night we all fought against the will of thy mind, much was lost that shall never return yet innocence would be thy grace. Unto the twilight of morning we ventured out steadily walking under the waking sky churning in a myriad of ever changing shapes and colors, thyne eyes ablaze in wonderment for a new path lay out before thee.

Tensions still high nearly three weeks later I and thy once lady now sundered I decided to leave Midian for a time. Journeying southward unto the fair city of New Orleans to visit a dear friend of thyne, the fair lady Caroline. The Lady Phantasma as she was known within thy realm, we had met that previous summer in Harvard where she was in attendance of its studies. A curious young lady I saw within her that day by the wall we met, and the care free childish fun we embraced that fair distant night I remember well. Running through the park that night thy childe yet awakened we played unto the long hours of the night.

Arriving at last unto that olde city, New Orleans so welcomed thee like that of an old traveler returned home after a great journey...for within thee I felt as if by some chance of reason or fate I had walked its streets before. Standing unto Jackson Square within the heart of New Orleans French Quarter a radiant majesty came over me in my first days there....one I would not soon forget. Many long hours I would come to spend here amidst the magick and the chaos.

The child within wide awake with eyes wide abandon to the world around thee, and beside me thy the fair lady, like two children playing in the fields of our dreams we relinquished our cares and became as children once again. Long days laying unto the earth her beside thee, we gazing unto the grace of the mother unto the Great Oak and it's grand majestic presence. So longing for a return unto the innocence locked deep within thy soul and the childish spirit breaking out, I lingered there long hours deep into the night on many an occasion.

Unto all roads well traveled nether can be said it brought me riches so journeying unto the western lands of the sun, yet an experience at least it was. Now let us see....This tale begins as many things so began those many years ago, within the domain of Harvard and unto the Pit. Still yet early in the spring a young lady entered unto thy realm and caught thy own wits far beyond thee. This angel from the west here amongst thy own lands I took in well and a great friendship soon brewed, and a hunt that would eventually take thee far unto the west would ensue.

Not understanding to what effect she had hold over thy fair heart at that time yet I did so follow her...unto the undying lands far to the west and a great holly wood would soon come to be thy home. A dry hot uncaring place I found there beside her and within thy darkest hour I fled eastward once again, taking unto thy homelands to find some solace in my now troubled life.

For nearly a months fair time I languished here amongst thy friends, did I so stay in silent vigil of that I had so lost far away unto the sunset until by the grace of a dear friend alongside her we traveled back unto the west in search of thy lost Hope. Upon thy return unto the west I found thy lady secreted away from thy grace and so fallen I was yet I found some fair bit of resolve within thy mind and relented to staying there amongst the western wood.

Relenting unto remaining there within the western wood I took to the close comfort of thy friends and there amid the chaos of thy mind I found some fair solace and grace. Though many different places we all layed our head we where in a sense always home, each lost beyond hope unto the twilight.

It was some nearly three months later that I and thy "brother" Mathew met back up with a fair couple we had originally met nearly a year before, Kyrad and Lisa...Fire performers and artists of the holly wood night scene. They joyously invited I and Mathew to stay with them ...and we asked if our dear friend Laurie could so join there grace...To all our unexpected thoughts, they said yes! We would have a true home once again...and even more so, together!

It had also been over those few months I had alongside thy brethren brought unto bearing talk of arising our noble court unto these western lands...We had so yet till we had a home our efforts seemed almost broken up as we each struggled for survival...yet with the coming of the Western Manour we each found solace once again. Thus arose the Manour of Twilight Sunset, our fair bastion of hope and grace in a depraved and unholy place. This city of Lost Angels.

Some three months later our brother Gabrial moved in with us as well and we were at last together... alongside him was his lady, Ladybug as we all called her.We would come to know others hidden deep away from the woods fair problem within the manour in those fair days ...many good hearted souls we watched and learned from. I had watch thy brotheren and dear sister learn of their trade in the fire arts...I can tell you there is nothing like awakening in the morning and seeing fire being hurled across the great all floor.

Yet it wasn't just the arts and graces of fire we enjoyed there, Our new friends Kyrad and Lisa hosted many a party there within the manour, in which we enjoyed all the graces thereof. Truly an inspirational and powerful time in all our lives.

For nearly ten long months did we live unto the sunset there in the wood. Though our time there amongst the great painted walls of our palace was brief,a lifetime of experiences where wrought from it's walls.

Once and now returned unto the dread bricks of thy home, the pits own self seemed darker in those days following thy return from the west. Thy mothers fair grace would soon come to plague thy fair heart once more, for within the time prior to thy leaving I had so met a young lady of such enchantment, an inner beauty that thy heart so seemed drawn unto her this time round. And it was unto one night we spent together, far behind castle walls so enjoying our new friendships so rekindled.

Something so pure yet wrought of darkest beauty lay within her. Deep still yet unto her fair understanding yet it awakening wherein thy grace we found solace together for a long time...So deeply did we so together delve unto the vast reaches of thought and our own being that she is amongst the very few that truly do know thee. Her fair love so great as she so embraced thyne own dreams thus succumbing to its grace we both rejoiced in its glory together in friend and council. Most noble and beautiful of all thyne fair family, she known by the name Lady Phoenix within the manours grace and councils is one of my dearest of friends...forever bound by our fair dream.

For many reason yet in thy own fair mind I had so fallen, thy grace so dishonored her and we so ended yet ever remaining friends over vast and great distances our friendship continued to prosper... We perhaps have been as one before, yet tomorrow never forgets yesterday.

"All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies. And whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first, they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warren. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people will never be destroyed."