Many start at the beginning when telling a story, but to begin at the beginning would be dull, a history lesson that no one needs to hear. We all know what we've done, what's happening in the world around us. It's just most people aren't aware of the consequences, cause and effect, action and reaction, it's an endless circle that we've become so comfortable with that we don't remember that pattern is there.

So then, one must also assume, if there's a beginning there must be an end, and there is, but that end is also another beginning. Life is as circular as the action/reaction theory. So technically, if I were to start at a beginning, I would be starting at the end of some time and place that has been long forgotten.

So, I guess I have to start at a beginning, where it all began for me. The recent past must be uncovered before I can tell you fully what the future holds, at least for the small circle of people that fill my tale.

If you must place a name with a voice, you may call me Rhiannon. Writer by trade, which is obvious otherwise you wouldn't be reading these words, and a witch by choice, which has dragged me into this entire mess that I will tell of. Sometimes I curse the day I was drawn to the occult, the magick. I wonder if my choice was worth all the weight that has been heaved onto my shoulders.