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Dec. 17th, 2006 04:40 pmMy name is Kellan Duana, or at least that’s what you can call me. Names have long since lost meaning to me. I am descended from a great race, the Tuatha De Danann-people of the Goddess Danu.
I doubt you will have heard of me. I expected as much, few have. It is not because I am a woman-my father’s race was that of a Goddess, after all.
It is not just because I lack as much power as my relatives, for I do have some magic and I am ancient. Time lost meaning for me along with the name I was given at birth.
No, I am not in the history books and ‘faerie tales’ not because I am female or because I lack magic, for I don’t. I am hardly mentioned because, according to many in my ‘family’ I am not one of them.
My father is Abhean, the harper of the Tuatha. But my mother was a mortal woman, a warrior queen, but still mortal. That matter could have been overlooked, and indeed it was, as I was raised solely by my father and the rest of the Tuatha. But then I lost my standing completely.
Why? I repeated my father’s mistake. I fell in love with a mortal. And even when they all said he was lost to me, I followed him.
But that was much, much later. I should start you at the beginning. Not my beginning, but ours.
Now for something completely different ~_^ some of these are funny, some are just...erm...
( The Twelve Days of Christmas )