Gray's Tale, Part 1 (Just in time for Halloween!) (long)
Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2003 10:13 pm*Covenant Atei*
In order for you, my fellow Britannians, to fully understand all that transpired that Halloween night so many years ago, I feel that I must give you a bit of a background concerning Gray and myself. I do not offer this as an excuse or an explanation of events–it is entirely up to you to decide if you want to accept my version of the events or not. I will simply tell you this: this is what I remember.
I was sent to meet the old man at the Skara Brae Bank on that fateful day, 13 years ago. Samhain, or Halloween as it has become known now, was still a few weeks away. As I gated in, an ancient man approached me from the woods behind the bank. He walked with a pronounced limp, his hair was wispy, white and nearly gone, and he used a gnarled staff, intricately carved, as a walking stick. His equally white beard whipped in the strong wind that had kicked up, and I thought to myself that this old man could easily be whisked away like so many leaves. There was no way I could know, at that time, how mistaken I was.
He was wearing nothing more than a raggy old brown robe and sandals, and I thought how odd that was. The weather had been getting colder lately, especially in the late afternoon and evenings. I also distinctly remember pulling my dark blue cloak closer as he approached. That shiver was from the wind, right? To this day, I am not sure.
His voice was like the whisper of a breeze through the late fall corn stalks as he asked me, “Are you Covenant Atei, the man Connor has sent?â€
In order for you, my fellow Britannians, to fully understand all that transpired that Halloween night so many years ago, I feel that I must give you a bit of a background concerning Gray and myself. I do not offer this as an excuse or an explanation of events–it is entirely up to you to decide if you want to accept my version of the events or not. I will simply tell you this: this is what I remember.
I was sent to meet the old man at the Skara Brae Bank on that fateful day, 13 years ago. Samhain, or Halloween as it has become known now, was still a few weeks away. As I gated in, an ancient man approached me from the woods behind the bank. He walked with a pronounced limp, his hair was wispy, white and nearly gone, and he used a gnarled staff, intricately carved, as a walking stick. His equally white beard whipped in the strong wind that had kicked up, and I thought to myself that this old man could easily be whisked away like so many leaves. There was no way I could know, at that time, how mistaken I was.
He was wearing nothing more than a raggy old brown robe and sandals, and I thought how odd that was. The weather had been getting colder lately, especially in the late afternoon and evenings. I also distinctly remember pulling my dark blue cloak closer as he approached. That shiver was from the wind, right? To this day, I am not sure.
His voice was like the whisper of a breeze through the late fall corn stalks as he asked me, “Are you Covenant Atei, the man Connor has sent?â€
