posted on Oct, 6 2016 @ 08:22 PM
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They came from far and wide returning to their sacred Kingdom. Majestic dragons filled the air, landed in open fields and upon the shore.
Men, Elves and other beings rode in upon their magnificent steeds. The horses hair finely braided, broad backs covered with blankets woven with golden
threads and embroidered with intricate designs. Wondrous and exotic animals walked in long lines to gather at the gates. Faeries and pixies flew and
danced upon branches and flowers throughout the land. They came in groups large and small with laughter, joy and much love in their once heavy
After a time, Tobias asked Garren and his companions if they would like to see something special. They agreed and followed the Light Bearer into the
great hall where upon the stone walls hung paintings of the ancestors. It was there that Garren saw his Parents for the very first time. His Father
was tall and well built with long brown wavy hair, a mustache and short beard. His eyes were dark and piercing. A very handsome man. He moved to the
painting beside it and saw his beautiful Mother with long silken caramel colored hair and jewel green eyes that melted his heart. Both wearing warm
smiles upon their faces. There was another painting with both his Parents and an infant swaddled in blankets in his Mother's arms. He saw...himself.
He could almost feel their pride and deep love.
Other paintings lined the long hall of Grand Parents and Great Grandparents, on and on through the centuries. He stared at each one. This was his
family. This is where the forest boy came from and belonged. It was still all so new and overwhelming. Tobias handed the young man a wrapped parcel.
"I was going to wait for the coronation to give this to you, but I simply could not wait a moment longer. They all sat around in anticipation of what
this gift might be. Slowly he unwrapped the parcel and inside were deeply embossed leather bound journals. "They belonged to your Parents. There are
many more from your ancestors in the archives of the great library."
Garren thanked Tobias and even hugged him. He wanted to read through them, but knew there would be plenty of time for that. For now, he only wanted to
spend what remained of his precious time with his friends that he held so dear and returned with them to the castle gardens. The air was brisk as the
afternoon unfolded. They watched the squirrels scurrying about and listened to the song birds in between their chatting about the past, present and
hopes for the future. All would be well in the Kingdom of Alandias.