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| As told by: Jolly |
| Know was created by Cognizaria, Great-Great-Great Grandaughter of the Master Fatesender Halek Tor. She wished to save the family's honor and restore respect for Halek Tor. By using his exploration notes and listening to elements around her, she created the art of Know. Halek Tor was an explorer and left his journal of adventures for each generation to enjoy and learn from. Many generations had passed and unfortunately the pages became worn, weathered, and torn. Soon his journal was no longer passed from generation to generation and laid unread in a chest. Many years passed and some of his descendants would gather and orally tell of his great adventures and how he would often get lost. They respected him, but somehow always got a huge laugh at his expense. Cognizaria was present at many of these tale-spinnings. She knew she was a direct descendant to Halek Tor, and as she listened the more she wished she could regain her family's honor. Cognizaria was determined to find his notes and prove once and for all that Halek Tor should be honored and revered, not laughed at, after all, he had created the art of Recall. She began at her fathers house, digging and searching the oldest family quarters. She examined all the old relics, trying to find clues, She only needed one good clue. Her Great-Great Grandmother, Wanderlust, had given her a key, just before the chaos closed around her. Funny, Cognizaria had not remembered the key for many ages. Hurriedly, she ran to the upper most chamber of their old dwelling. She ran to the place where her Great-Great Grandmother used to sit and read from an old book to her. Her memories were flooding now..Her Great-Great Grandmother used to read to her from her father's Journal. Halek Tor was Wanderlust's father! Cognizaria was reliving the days of her childhood in her mind now. Easily she pulled back a stone from the farthest corner of the room, and there she pulled out a weathered box. The details of the box were faded, The symbols of each focus nearly gone. Carrying the box, she went into the next room where she stayed as a child and pulled a wobbly chair next to the window. Gently she balanced herself and reached to the sill. Yes, yes, here lay the key and the key opened the box. Inside, just as she remembered was the fushia colored Journal of the Master FS, Halek Tor. Using his notes and her memories, Cognizaria tried to retrace his tales and his adventures. Her largest problem, it seemed, was clearly making out all the names of the lands and places he had traveled. She went on several journies herself tracing his path as best she could, but alas, would often get confused and lost herself. This would be no way to return honor and respect to her family, if she too became the beginning and ending for fire-side jokes. She was determined to find her location, and find her way through all of his journies. Cognizaria sat by the running waters of the strange land she had found herself. She begin to meditate and remember. As she entered into a deep trance, the water beside her began to whisper. She knew if she listened closely she would understand. Hours passed and she was drawn deeper and deeper into her thoughts. She began to hear the earth she sat on whisper. She listened more closely, trying to seperate the two...no, three conversations she was hearing. Time passed as she listened, soon the answers were clear. She emerged from her trance full of vision. Her grandfather was a Master Fatesender, the controller of destiny, and she would not let him down. The night had grown cold. She took bits of the dream around her and created a warm fire. Yes, the element of her Great-Great-Great Grandfather, Halek Tor, Fire. Her thoughts were so clear now. Into the fire she sprinkled some earth, the element of her Great-Great Grandmother, Wanderlust, the gatekeeper. Her powers as a dreamseer had been fully awakened. |
| She danced around the fire creating gusts of air, her own element. She was truly understanding the dreams. The blaze ravaged and grew almost out of control. She danced and danced making the fire burn hot and bright, so bright the night turned to day. Then very quickly, she doused the flames with the waters that flowed beside her. Pitch darkness surrounded her. In that darkness she knew exactly where she was. A broad smiles crossed her face, she entered another land and concentrated. YES! She knew the name of that land as well. Cognizaria had just created the art of Know and used the art to follow the paths and adventures of her Great-Great-Great Grandfather and bring honor and respect back to her family name. She wanted all dreamers to be able to enjoy their surroundings without fear of being lost. She wanted all dreamers to become explorers like the great Halek Tor. Cognizaria taught all who wished to learn, the art of Know. To this day, Cognizaria is honored for her art. Most say to "know" is to recognize, and to be cognizant is to be familiar. Both words keep Cognizaria's memory with great honor. |
| *Tidbits* |
| * Did you "Know" that the repeated evocation of Know is used by pranksters all around the Dream City to induce others to pee their beds in Cloudsbreak. * As stated in the History of Know, To know is to recognize, and To be Cognizant is to be familiar. Cognizaria, the creator of the art of Know was well named. |
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