Stories Of Earth

Stonehenge

Over the course of Earth's history, I have watched as the people of this world congregated around the shrine of Onos – only here, it has come to be known as Stonehenge, located in the country of England. Throughout the years, various tribes came with offerings to the field, leaving them atop the blue stones set within the circle, while others, hoping for some sort of magical aid, brought and buried their loved ones in and around the area.

I have no idea why, but the portal has, since my coming to Earth, failed to open, and after weeks of initially keeping watch, I grew weary and retreated into the surrounding lands. There, I found myself in the company of a pleasant lot in a nearby village – who spoke tales of a being, nearly the height of three men, suddenly appearing through the stones one day. When I asked them how the stones came to be, they told me how according to their folklore, the bare field had been empty all along, until one day, the villagers suddenly woke up to find a towering monument, planted in the ground overnight. Try as they might, they failed to uncover who the builder had been, and some among them insisted it was the witches dwelling amongst them in secrecy. This too, the group seemed to doubt – for to them, reports of magic were merely rumour gone wild, and not grounded in fact.

I would go on to spend the next few years there,and to my relief, coming across three other Adyssians; Serena, a druid, Kathryn and Madam Muriel (both of them witches), who were living in the village, disguised as smiths. Most men in the village were enthralled by this trio of women, able to forge the best of swords and even the sturdiest of shields, better infact, than all of the men in the entire village. And it is perhaps owing to this simmering jealousy, that Serena, Kathryn and Madam Muriel soon found themselves driven out of the village under the weight of intensifying rumours of magic. I of course, followed them across the land, leaving the shrine behind as we sought safe refuge elsewhere. And when I enquired why of all the occupations available they had chosen to masquerade as smiths, they informed me of the loathsome manner in which women were treated – confined only to cooking and taking care of young children. In their minds, rising up and presenting themselves as smiths who had travelled from across the land, gave them the opportunity to show that not only could women perform any task that they set their minds to, but they could in some instances perform them far better than men.