Legacy: Foreword

by Lark

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Gods, but just thinking about this boggles the mind. I’m taking a cue

from Ash here, and saying that it’s all Puck’s fault. One of the

first thing’s she drilled into my head. ‘If it doesn’t make sense, and

you can’t see any logical—or illogical—purpose, then Kiddo, it’s all

Puck’s fault.’ Only this time, it really is. According to the

scrawny runt, writing my story down will help me understand what it is

that I’m supposed to do...what I am…better.

Oh, I suppose that I should tell you who I am before we go any further. My name’s Lark(Yes, Lark, don’t laugh. It’s not like I chose what my mother would name me or anything like that.) Williams, I suppose, is the best choice for a last name, even if it is a lie. I can’t really choose anything for a last name that doesn’t involve some sort of lie or forgery. Larabee, Stevenson,

Travis—the list goes on. So it’s just Lark.

As for what it is that I’m supposed to do? I’m supposed to drive the

Fomor from this world forever. I suppose that I should offer more of

an explanation than that though. I’m the Pendragon. Well, the second

one. The first—Arthur—had an easy job. All he had to do was create

peace between the Sidhe and man, and prepare the world for what was to

come. Of course, he really didn’t do all that great a job. Not his

fault though. He did a pretty good job, considering. After all, who

could have known that the Fomor had corrupted his sister, Marghan, or

what Myrddin’s love for Arthur would drive him to? But I’m getting

off track, aren’t I?

Maybe I should just start at the beginning. Only problem is, where

would the beginning be? Is it when the Fomor first came to our world,

thousands of years ago? Or is it when Arthur was born? No, not

there. You already know about that, or part of it at least. So no,

not there. Where then? With Ash? No, I wouldn’t know what to

include, and what not to. Myrddin? No, that would be worse than Ash.

Perhaps a hundred and fifty years ago, in Four Corners? Plenty

happened then, and I suppose it would be a good place to start.

Hmm…no. Somebody else can do that one. Perhaps at the beginning of

my own life( although that would leave out thousands of years.) To be

completely honest, I really don’t know how to explain my first

adventure, such as it was. I don’t know if it really even happened.

And if it did, it didn’t even really start with me. It wasn’t even

really about me. Oh, sure, in a way it was, but it’s not really my

story. After all, all I did was cry, eat, sleep, and get carried

around on Travis Larabee’s back. But I suppose that it is the best

place to start.

So here it is. As Ash put it, ‘Seven bloodlines."

One legacy. One child. And the greatest destiny of all time.’

She can be a bit overdramatic at times.

—Lark