Old Dragon stared down at me as I walk up to him and looked straight into his eyes. I could hear his words and feel his emotions inside my mind and heart. I held out the amulet which had now stopped spinning and glowed brightly; sending out an aqua blue haze within the crystalline structure of the cave. “What have you done child of the wolf? Do you truly understand what has happened here? Why did you join her essence with yours? If she is destroyed by Griswald you will also suffer her fate as well!” he said.

Billy Two Feathers, the man my mother left me with was very tall and thin; his eyes as black as the night, sank deep into his face, contrasting with the weather beaten scares from the harshness the extreme cold, which the north country often leaves on those that live within the mountains back home. His long dark braids of hair resting over his shoulders and hanging to his waistline contrasted with his headband and the two large eagle feathers that were entwined into it.

Sometimes we as individuals walk a path that is not understood by others, even those we hold closet to our hearts. We do not speak of ourselves often or how as an individual we perceive things differently than those that walk with us awhile.

Memories of my home, I wish to share with you.

Many have asked Who Am I, I have decided to answer this age old question by telling some about myself. Come take a look at my life thru my eyes.

About not being so quick to point fingers at others and pointing out there faults. But to learn to look within ourselves and change the things we do not like.