THE AGE OF LOVE

CHAPTER 1

PREZENT DAY

I start my story with my name, Ana Constantin and that my family travelled on earth for thousands of years.
Like everyone else, now, i live in the modern world ,same as you dear human reader!
Is just so much around me that i have to write about it and some of you can take my words and creat a life out from them.
I do not possess any talent to master the words to change in better the modern world or even your world.
I can only dust my words on to this old paper so they can remain written and not be erased by the passage of time.
The dark ink wich i am using is shaping thru letters what i was and what i am.
Is funny to see, how even this page is drinking my inked words as if given a hidden help, that my life remains shaped here and that one day,a stranger might find and read them.
Is my way to linger on the lips of mere humans which i do love with all my heart ,but,i do belong to you same as you belong to me reader and from this day on ,an unbreakable golden thread will tied us forever.
Between you reader and me ,had born a bond now, that can never be broken or ended ,even in death will grow stronger......know ,that this much is my love for you stranger.
On the day given and foretold, a beautiful, kind and gentel heart will be found by my story and when will finish reading ,a smile and a hope for a better life is on you're face and soul.
Untill then know that after i will finish writing this words, i will hide them so that no one can find them ,let them stay in hidden for the believer just to give them life againe!To reach you as well!
For human or creature they say that the land we are born is sacred and it will guide our steps untill the day will turned back inside of him.
The truth we hold cannot be spoken or told, becoz it is lost on moving waters and far winds of time,but it can be written to remain forever ..... and like this was born the first place to write on.....Earth.
My people passed their legends, miths and the knowledge of the past, on the first writing ever existed.
With passage of time, they learned that the nature will erase their symbols drawn on the soils, so they went to caves and carved them on ,the muddy walls and later even on stones to carry with them and be given true generations.
And with that the test of endurance was passed and many symbols where learned true families, messages and skills were left more easier from one generation to another and that gives my family a power that changed all,is this very knowledge that makes them to rule in our community.
My family, the Constantin dynasty, was known to keep the first written symbols on stones in the existence of Earth ,a very fact that made them Emperors,but what makes this fact even more special is that it was first carved by a woman .
She ,my ancestor was a high priestess of the village named Ianca ,a hero warrior of the time.
Statues of her were made and kept in every house ,venerated with fresh watters,honey and flowers and with that she became known as the birth and rebirth of the year itself .
Womens had an important role in the community at those eras, like what she did to help others was never forgotten and that, made out of her an unique and fantastic Mother of time.
But yet a woman whom wanted to leave for her unborned girl a hidden message ,a massage that will change the existence of humanity.
With the passage of time she write her grief and sorrow in every form that she could ,but most captivating is that she wanted to creat a place more stable and safe for the ones like her ,womans and girls ?!
With time her rules and conduit was changed ,many knowledges left ,shaped the new kings in tirans ,even,some more greedy of power started using the written words and made books with spells and forbidden symbols to gaine more powers;dangerous words were written,that took many lives .
But a far greater evil rising in the ether,a black form that is an abyss of darkness, they can control the elements and take form out of them,brought to life by the grief made to devour the very fragile souls.
The message left from as it is known,it is a stone full of symbols and was kept as a ,,taina,,( unknown ) , but a flicker of hope is rising and it is said it can be decoded by a Constantin woman ,the carrier of her blood.
Millennium has paseed and all is left in my hands today is a neckless stone given from my parents.
My story is simple as it is a thought of a mer existence !!!!!
I belong to a country called Romania a place surrounded by mystery at every step, magic worlds fantasies and fairy tales which are so deep imprinted in our local folklore.
From were i come tales of vampires, werewolves and dragons are an every day living, in fact is just that nobody talks about it but we know they exist, we can feel their presence, magic creatures hidden in between realms.
In a country where fairies are dancing around the fire all night until dawn, were deep forests and high mountains are as much mysterious as the night itself.
What is the modern world found in every day living compared to this wonders?!!!
Some people like me they are really trapped between two worlds!!!
I am that kind of a girl whom still uses a pen to write her messages and a letter to communicate with outside relatives. I have always been a non social person and i am different from every body around me because many things happened in my mind that controls me...
I caught my self wishing to be a hummingbird somewhere or to travel the world in a speed of a thought.
Thru the life i have known pain, grief, sadness, loneliness and lost as much as anyone.
The worst is i don't know why i am in this way and from were this feelings coming from.
I am different from all others and that's a fact, not only my passions and style are different nor my experience nor my grief, nor my losses or my sadness but the feeling that i have inside my soul when i am lost and found in the smell of an old book, the sound turning that fragile page and fly on the highest thought of the told story,the beauty of seeing each word inked on the papers.
A reader lives a thousand lives they say. Just feel that smell of time when you open the pages of a book in the most beautiful place to be in that quietness and stillness of a library or that antique rooms full of paintings and furniture as old as time.
Calligraphy written words that carry our very souls same as the waves of the sea ,words chosen carefully can discribe amazing places ,have a great impact on us ,make us hope ,hope and belive ,same as vile ones curses and forbidden arts bringing us in despair.
An idea always chased me true the life and all years of my existence and is still there leaning on my shadow and walk with me at every step.
Is it me I live just this life or is something more outside there waiting for me to remember it!!???
I need to remember whom i am !