The Girl Gwendolynn

All that is going to be read beneath, before the destruction of my village, I cannot remember. I will explain in the later paragraphs why. I think it is my subconscious mind that writes this now, for the conscious mind cannot remember what happened in the past. In fact, the conscious mind cannot even remember that I am garou, least of all my name and background.

I have not really been around all that long, only a few homid years. If you cannot guess, I am lupus. Or at least I sleep in lupus. Thing is, I change into homid without realizing it, while the brain is still in the semi-sleeping mode of waking up.

Surprised at my vocabulary? I picked it up over a little while. Not knowing who you are, people talk to you and teach you things. I learned the language of the Cymru this way.

I am a Fianna theurge. Before losing my memory, I was a cliath in the garou nation.

The story of my birth is bathed in tragedy. My mother was killed shortly after I was born, so I never really knew her. All I can really remember, being so young, were the wars with the Get of Fenris. Many fell during this time, as they do now, the wars still raging. My mother ended up being one of these. She was a galliard. I can remember that because she used to sing songs to me to put me to sleep when I was still almost a newborn. Sometimes I can even hear them echo in my dreams, but I do not know them in the morning.

Much to my dismay, I was born of a Get of Fenris kinfolk whom my mother had fallen in love with. Maybe that is why she was killed. I just hope no one knows or finds out.

Not very long after my mother's death, I had my first change. A few of the Get had found our hide out and had tried to get rid of us all. We held them off, but a few died, as was usual. I was lucky.

My rite of passage is a bit hazy. It was something to do with spirits, but I think one of them decided that I should not remember what they had taught me. Maybe one day they will remind me. They named me Talks with Spirits. That much I can remember.

Shortly after I became a cliath, the Get attacked again. This is where things go a little fuzzy. I cannot remember what happened exactly. I remember thinking that something wasn't right, that there was danger ahead. I was fighting one, and then I woke up, the village was destroyed and I didn't know why or who had destroyed it. The more I tried to remember, the more I realized that I couldn't remember who I was. All I knew was that there was no one around and I had a large wound on my head. I touched my head for a while, trying to stop the bleeding. It stopped, and later when I got to the nearest village and they took my hands away, there was no wound there. They all thought that I had imagined the whole thing. Except that there was a scar there. No one could explain it. According to them, I had lost my memory; amnesia they called it.

They adopted me into the village and named me Gwendolynn. I got my own place to live and ended up working in the hall. That is where I learned most of my vocabulary. It is also where I became very outgoing. I have a habit of talking down to the men who enter the hall. They usually laugh it off, saying it is my youthfulness.

The spirits still talk to me. They teach me things, but they still have not told me about being garou and what it means for I cannot remember anymore. Even the spirits of the kinfolk dead come and talk to me sometimes. They comfort me when I wake from what they call nightmares, but I can never remember what they are about.

I do not know where it came from either, but one morning I found a great drinking horn in my room. The spirits told me it was magical and from my ancestors.

That is my story; the story of the girl named Gwendolynn. Until I remember, my past will be a mystery to me and to those around me.

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Created by: Amanda Gaudet
Last Modified: April 6, 2003