Abandon All Dreams

Back in the time, when humanity were still young, there lived a woman. She was a fair woman, of beautiful raven hair that paled even the jet stones and endowed enough to make e‘ry lady green. Aye, wondrous was this wench and aye, she was a wee girl. She only knew herself, the forest who she called her home and her brothers, the beasts.

 Her life was full of dreadful haze… All she remembered of her past was being taken into this very field, a rough hand holding hers and a sweet whisper not unlike those of the wind. Then, she awakened and found herself hither.
The girl innocent was… She did not know no womanhood. No man ever shrouded her in his cape. Many people visited the once called Land of the Millesians just to see this maid. They called her the Leannan, for she were a dangerous sweetheart. Many her suitors were, they offered her golden circles and shiny rocks, and delightful tastes and delicious smells....

Malice her not, gentle her… For her spurning were not of disfavor but of ignorance. Have you tried to make thy horse to sit with thee in the table? Does he drink thy wine with a cup or make thee a painting? No, for he is a horse and that is beyond his grasp. Similar the Leannan was, innocent she was and never understood the idea of love…

The girl would simply away the men, for she never knew the language of man. In the rivers she would be, dancing… Her sweet figure mingling with the ripples and waves of the rivers, the birds singing songs of glory and nature and the fireflies lighting and moving with her… Such a spectacle to behold, the graceful phatom, that inspirited many artists…  

In blissful unawareness, she liveth… She knew did not know no malice, no disappointment, no desire… For her, life was a fantasy… One in which she never knew she would be awoken…