Serendipity of Chanzir

I am Serendipity of Chanzir and I am putting this to parchment for those that come after.


Some years ago.

He was stout, wide, and very very old. Some say older than the trees, but I did not ever know. A curious accent and appearance did not help his otherwise hermit existence. Always studying the stars and muttering many odd languages made him frightening to the nearby village. Some said "warlock"; others "fool", but to this one he was Chanzir, the one who cared. Aye, he watched the stars and buried his nose in those dusty books of his, and the ruddy wild mane surrounding his face, did no justice to his demeanor, but he was a wise one and helped those that were brave enough to seek him.

The villagers kept their distance from myself as well. At a young age I was very tall, towering well over them. I heard many a word: "unnatural" and even once, "spawn of an evil god of fire". Perhaps it was the brilliance of my gold eyes or the unusual ridges of my skin, but it was no concern really. I was left to my own devices and the forest provided ample opportunity for discovery and companionship.

One marked day, while toying with a wee squirrel, I happened to have been a bit rough. It died in my hands. I did not know what possessed me, but I tasted of its blood and flesh. Curious, but not revolted, I spoke of this to Chanzir. He sat me down and said "Ah, it is time now to have a wee discussion about yerself and yer kind."

I was told of a great Emerald who had entrusted to Chanzir the care of her only born. "For your service of the past" she said, "I grant you the privilege of naming her". Glaring down at Chanzir, she added: "But you must raise her to know herself and all that she will become". She handed him an emerald ring and said "and this must go to her when it is her time". Chanzir nodded wisely, and with that she turned and walked away.

"And so, Serendipity, I gave ye yer name for the special one that ye are. It means: a valuable gift that was no' sought for." And so commenced my formal education.

One night a year ago, Chanzir was out in the night with the stars and muttering to himself as usual. But this night, instead of brewing his nightly tea, he called me to him. "It is time for yer journey," he said solemnly. "It is time for ye to take a chosen, yer change is coming".

I will not speak of the pain, but I gathered a few precious things shortly thereafter and left with his words resounding in my ear: "Dinna worry. I will see ye again when ye yerself have yer first born."


I have learned much in my travels and have indeed found a wee precious chosen named Shadirion. It is good to be in a forest again, even though it is not the ancient one I am accustomed to. My time is near. I wait and watch.