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My name is Rowan. I was born Rowan Elena Gunn, in Northern Scotland, the third day of May in the year of our lord 1297. Quite the mystery I was. My mother, Elen Lebedev Gunn, being what she was and all. It is no mystery, however, about my father, William Gunn. He lived most of his life in the little valley I was born in. Although he did travel much, his heart alwasys remained true to his home. Perhaps my mother would have said the same of the people she had been with upon meeting my father. You see my mother wasn't at all Scottish. In fact she was quite Romanian. There was always a strange way between my parents. Perhaps that come from their unusual circumstances. Not too long before mI came to be my father was traveling in England where he happened upon a lovely young gypsy dancing in the streets. So struck by this woman was my father that he persuaded her to her caravan to try to speak to her. He stayed in England a month and the whole while he chased after the gyspy girl completely undeterred by the fact that the woman was married to a gyspy already. Eventhough she liked this bold and daring Scotsman she was true to her husband and told the Scot so many times. He seeing no other way to have his dream woman, snuck into the gyspy camp and killed the husband of his love. He then took her, partially against her will back to Scotland with him, where they were married. There was just one other thing about this situation for you see the young gyspy had a 4-year-old daugther. It was William's wish to leave the dead man's child to grow up motherless with the gypsies. Elen pleaded so that William took the child also. The child was called Nona. William never did grow to love this child, and nor did she ever grow to love him. Soon after their marriage about 9 months or so came little me. Not the son my father had so hoped for. All the while I was young I had heard him speak of the son he would one day have. That was never to be. And so I was raised. Mostly this was the job of our mother alone, for my father travelled much with all the turmoil in Scotland. And eventhough he wished it not so my mother taught us all she could of her past and all about the gyspies. This included of course how to dance, sing,and all about healing in the ways of her people. I think it made her feel more at home in the strange land to remember her life before it. She was in all other ways content to be a wife and mother. And so I came to be me. Spoiled only daugther of a well off man. But I am more than any expected. |
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