It had been raining the day I was taken away, and my mother's tears had mingled with the rain as she watched her only daughter being dragged away by the slave traders. There was nothing she could do for she was only an Asian slave, while my father was a powerful English lord. My father was the one who had ordered my capture and enslavement. He had to hold my mother back when they took me away. His face was stern and indifferent. I shall remember that face for the rest of my life.

Later that week, the slave traders auctioned me off to a room full of nobles, and I was finally bought by a dark and sinister looking Saxon. This Saxon wore an eye patch over his left eye, and I could have sworn I had seen him before. When we exited the room and walked out onto the street, a nice homely looking nun approached us and begged for my freedom. The Saxon man happened to particularly fear nuns, so when she started begging him to set me free, he handed her the rope I was tied with and ran screaming out of the town. Now, living at a convent was not so bad, except I had this problem with the rule about "Thou shalt not converse with gentlemen." I liked young men, they were fun (and I still do, don't get me wrong). Also while living at the convent, I had started to hate nuns. Since the convent was full of nuns, I decided to leave. I then joined a more laid back group called the Priestesses of Wodan (POW). They were fun for a while, but then I started having these dreams. In the dreams, this thin man with spiky blond hair and a really large sword talked to me and bid me search the land for a man or woman that would be worthy of being the heir to his powers. Sources lead me to believe he was Wodan, so I did what he asked.

I left the POW with my friend Cwic, whom I ended up marrying. Cwic and I had fun on my search to find the "perfect" warrior, but one day, all Hades broke lose and people were dying all over the place. I tried to concentrate on my mission, but found myself hiding in a cave to escape having to fight. The cave was one of those nice two room caves complete with lots of rocks. I've decided I like rocks. Soon after that, many horrors hit me all at once. First, whilst I was out gathering berries, someone came and stole all my rocks. Next, I found a ransom note for my cousin's brother's neighbor's dog demanding rocks in exchange for the dog�s life. Then, I started hearing voices. Finally, I got a letter saying that my husband went missing after the last raid he was in and was assumed to be dead. I was very upset, so I took a vow of silence and did not speak for a year. When the year was up, a group of singing and dancing people kept making a noise outside of my cave. They angered me, so I took an old rusty knife of mine and went outside. There I found peoples of bright color, which angered me even more. When I started screaming at them incoherently, they laughed and pulled me into their dancing circle proclaiming my name Rowan Sinclair. I have been with them ever since, and they are still wary when they give me sharp objects.