Once upon a time on another world wandered a woman with a special story to tell. The earth had split apart and had folded over on itself so that where the sky was, there were now the great seas and continents and the place where the earth’s heart had rested now held a smaller heaven. There was no longer day and night nor Summer and Winter but a constant coolness and an eternal lilac coloured dusk.
Near a deserted plain on the edge of a great lake lived a small dark skinned woman with green eyes. Her home was a cave cut into a high ledge that looked over the lake. At the time of the great split many lives had been lost. There were great distances between the tribes. The bird tribes were few as were the animals large and small. Human folk were even less in numbers.
Near a deserted plain on the edge of a great lake lived a small dark skinned woman with green eyes. Her home was a cave cut into a high ledge that looked over the lake. At the time of the great split many lives had been lost. There were great distances between the tribes. The bird tribes were few as were the animals large and small. Human folk were even less in numbers.
Anael’s survival depended upon her magik. Her ability to listen to the land and speak with the other tribes kept her alive. Her closest friend was a small black female elephant whose name was K'uumba. Daily Anael would climb on k’uumba's back and together they would roam the lands and forests in search of food and assisting folk who were hurting or longing for the world as it was. On these journeys she would also search for bones. K’uumba helped her pull them from the sands and carry them in her trunk back to the cave. In the bones Anael had seen the ability to piece back together the lost memories of the tribes. Some bones had become stone and some were so old they had become clear and sang soft melodies to her when held in her hand. The bones were sacred to her.
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