The Dream Weaver

Prologue

The Beginning

Upon a time in olden ages, there was a great tribe of people that were only known by few from those that dwelled on land.
These people without name thrived below the earth in natural caverns and deep within the towering mountains.

There was nothing special nor important about this tribe of people, they were like any other land tribe.
The only thing special about these people were their queer customs and rare goods.

However before the tribes peak of prosperity, they welcomed an outsider of unknown origins amongst their people.
This outsider was later found to be blessed with a gift of great foresight, who wove such knowledge into beautiful symbolic tapestries of many colors.

The young man was titled 'Dreamweaver', and he, with his gift of foresight, helped lead the tribe to great fortune.

Over many years, the elders feared that when the Dreamweaver became frail with great age in years to come, that they would lose this gift that had protected them for so long.
So one of the elders offered their precious daughter to the Dreamweaver.
The two eventually became fond of one another and quickly married over only a couple of years

After the birth of their first and only child, the Dreamweaver was found dead in his bed the following morning.
The tribe grieved greatly for the Dreamweaver and his now widowed wife.

The tribe then began to face many natural disasters and conflicts.

Carefully they watched after the Dreamweaver's wife and child, in hopes of the next Dreamweaver to end their suffering.

Once the child's eyes had set to the mother's natural earthy brown eyes, they worried the child had not inherited the Dreamweaver's gift.

So they continued to wait with much dread, biting their nails to stubs for a sign of foresight from the child; but the signs never came.

And they all wept.

Over several generations, the tribe met disaster after another. Their numbers became fewer and fewer.
Eventually they became so small, that their existence that was still known died away.

The last of the tribe relocated deep into the great mountains beside the coast. Where they continued to remain in the ruins of their extinct once mighty tribe.

Their queer customs carried on, but most stories of old became so strongly diluted nothing was of much truth anymore.

Eventually after another hand of years, during the tribes lowest of times, a couple that worked as the tribes linen and thread weavers, were blessed with an adorable dimpled baby girl with the most beautiful eyes of shimmering gold and silver.

They named her Jin Yi.