~Times Before, Times Beyond- All Moments Past~

She stood on the shore line barely willing to leave the land that she had known so well. Ever this place in the mist had been her home and her sanctuary, and she had sworn herself a thousand times over to guard all that had been hers to claim and know. How long had it been since that moment the relic was returned to its rightful place within its watery grave? How long had it been since she had assured the safety and sacredness of its place and existence?

There were far too many centuries that had passed. For her they blended in and interwove in complex patterns till it seemed that perhaps the life she had dwelled amongst kings and druids was nothing more then a story. Oh the stories they told now of the forgotten times. Still she knew that beyond this sanctuary and mist and fog the old ways were gone.

The only choice she had was to adapt and adjust, to change with the times as she knew that this place was no longer save for her. It was time to move on and to allow the sanctuary to be lost in the mist again until summoned once more to be found by her.

So many names she had claimed as her own and she knew of one that she would keep constant within her heart and mind as the one she always believed herself to be known by. She was the Lady and that was all that mattered, all that she ever would be.

The silk and shimmering cloth of her dress fell from her frame as she stepped from the shore and into the cool claim of the lake water. In that moment she felt fulfilled and complete, at home again as she dived beneath the surface of the mist kissed water and dove down deep to search for the relic.

A glistening creation it would always be. In her hand it belonged as she had been its creator if not the one that had fashioned it by her own hand. Then again much like the relic, she was nothing more then a creation of the sanctuary. She was, like the relic, a magical being forged to protect and honor the vows sworn to her and her people for so many years.

Dripping wet she resurfaced and took to standing naked upon the shore. A close of eyes and the forgotten language spilled from her tongue as flowing and comforting as the water she had come from.

The relic felt comfortable and natural in her hand. She smiled to herself as she stared down upon it and remembered how it had been meant for the true king. How many men had fought to possess the relic, to find it and to claim it as the rightful owner?

As she watched the relic adjust to fit with the change of the times she had to wonder again how many would fight for it now.

Times had changed though? this time the relic was hers and would only be taken once more over her dead body.

She altered her presence to suit the times just as the relic had and she whispered a name that would suit her. Even now she felt the pain of the loss of leaving her true name behind.

?I am Penn. Penn Dragyn??