The Vault of Lost Tales

Memoirs of an Enchanted Sojourner

Month: September, 2013

The Veil

To believe, or not to believe, that is the question. If you do not believe, does that make it untrue? Is existence dependant upon the subjective opinionated frailty of mortal minds?

This is the quandary of the Mortal Realm and what the Dark forces play on in their manipulation of the Veil. Time and time again, those of us residing on the Enchanted side of the Veil have come to the Realm of Mortals to make them aware.

Mortal scrolls have recorded these instances over and over again, yet and still, it is the way of mortals to deny what is not readily visible to the eye. Mortals cannot see Wind, but does that mean the Wind is not there?

The Veil came to be because of this very tendency in mortals. There was once a time, long forgotten by the mortal realm, when there was no Veil between the Enchanted Lands and the Realm of the Mortals. Creatures from each realm freely frequented the other realms and all was harmoniously intertwined.

Enter the Dark forces, which saw a weakness in the mortal realm that they could parlay into power over the Realm of the Mortals. This subsequent power that the Dark forces deceived their way into also began to have an effect on the Enchanted Realms, which in turn gave rise to the need for the Veil.

The Veil is a magic spell, cast by folk of the Enchanted Realms, which serves to protect the integrity of the different Realms from the degenerative effects caused by the Dark forces meddling with the Balance of Power.

It originally achieved this by cloaking the boundary between the Enchanted Realm and the Realm of the Mortals, thus restricting the once free flow of creatures from one side to the other. Only those who had been given the secret magic to open the Portal of the Veil could travel between the worlds.

At first, many mortals had the knowledge of this magic and freely traveled to the Enchanted Lands. But the Dark forces began using mortals to cast evil spells upon the folk of the Enchanted Lands, and thus mortals could no longer be trusted with Passage Rites.

I will not elaborate on the chaos that was caused by the necessity of the limitations placed upon mortals, for some of these details can be found in The Lost Queen and subsequent books, but I will tell you— that if a mortal wanted to visit the Enchanted Realms, they eventually could only get there via a one way ticket.

The Veil in its pre-corrupted state was soft, for lack of a better word. But over time the Dark spells cursed upon it, through the mortal prey of the Dark forces, caused the Veil to become hardened.

It is this hardening of the Veil that led to the loss of the mortal body in passing through it. Mortals who lose their bodies in transit cannot come back to the Mortal Realm (except under extremely special circumstances) in the same form that they were before they passed through it, but they can still send messages to other mortals from the Enchanted Realms.

The Veil can have an effect on these messages and the way they come through. A mortal on the Enchanted side of the Veil can ‘see’ the mortal they may attempt communication with, but most mortals do not ‘hear’ the messages because they are blind to the Veil’s existence.

What lies behind the Veil is just beyond the sight, right beneath the senses, just barely out of reach of the touch. It is sublime and surreal and that which you could almost feel. It draws you near and taunts you, but never lets you get quite close enough. It is there, like a fourth dimension, waiting for you to wrap you mind around it.

Many mortals think that they have gone mad when someone on the Enchanted side of the Veil sends them a message, and the Dark forces want mortals to be ignorant to the Veil’s presence in just this way. It allows the Dark forces to work wicked schemes when mortals are blind to the Veil.

Beware mortals; there is much around you that you do not see, though the Veil may blind thee. But for those who believe, magical gifts can be received, and those in the shadows can find thee…

A Pinch of Thyme

Written somewhere among the scrolls of mortals is a saying “One day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years is as one day.”

This is a most romanticized notion for many mortals, but for those who believe, it hints at much more. Especially where Love is involved, because only when mortals experience falling in love, can they even begin to have an idea of what timelessness feels like.

On those special occasions in a mortal’s life, when they find themselves charmed by the likes of Cupid, a month with the one object of a mortal’s affection may seem like only minutes, while a minute without that very same love may feel like a million unbearable forever’s.

This is all to say that the mortal concept of Time does not align with the way things are perceived in the Enchanted Lands. Throughout my journeys between the Enchanted Lands and the Realm of the Mortals, I find it necessary to illustrate this phenomenon.

As I unfold the happenings of the Enchanted Lands to you in the book The Lost Queen, mortals must take note that these storied events did not occur along the linear, chronological, tangent known to mortals as Time.

Things do not happen in a linear fashion in the Enchanted Realms. Time is not measured by a ticking clock, but more rather by events that are related to other events. Time in the mortal realm is like a straight line, whereas time in the Enchanted Lands is like a ball of yarn.

For instance, in the early journeys of my travels to the Realm of the Mortals, there was once a land here rich in a particular type of herb useful to visitors from the Enchanted Realms.

This herb was used to keep our magic potent and our memory intact while we were here, so that upon our return to the Enchanted Lands, we would not find ourselves weakened and disoriented by the effects of the Veil.

But as the Dark forces manipulating our two worlds began to grow stronger, I found it increasingly difficult to obtain the particular herb in question, because upon each return visit, the land in the mortal realm had changed significantly. So much so that the place – or as you mortals now refer to your land- the continent on which this herb originally grew on is no more.

Not only had this continent, once abundant in herbs we visitors from the Enchanted Lands could use, disappeared, but there I found also that the mortal realm now had a moon as well. This did not bode well for inter-Realm travels.

Because once a moon appeared in the night sky of the mortal realm, mortal Time began to bleed into the realm of the Enchanted Lands, altering our realm entirely.

Things were rapidly changing in the realm of the mortals, while as yet back home in the Enchanted Lands, there was no corresponding event to alert us to this imbalance that was growing like a tumor between our respective worlds.

Had I not been continuing in my inter-dimensional travels, those of the Enchanted Lands would have been none the wiser to what the Dark forces were working in the Land of the Mortals.

On a particular visit to the mortal realm, I began asking certain mortals about where I could locate the herb, but the name I was calling the herb by had been antiquated, and the word had taken on an entirely new meaning to the mortals in question.

Instead of directing me to a grower of this herb when I asked about it, I found myself directed to a man who tinkered with metals. “Where might I find a pinch of Thyme?” I inquired. The man answered me “I can only sell you a Piece of Time here” and he displayed many trinkets of metal that he called Time Pieces.

I explained my quandary to the mortal and he exclaimed, “Oh, you mean Thyme, the spice!” And he laughed ruefully that I did not understand the difference between these two mortal words that sounded exactly the same.

My, how things had changed in the mortal realm, and yet, all appeared unchanged back in the Enchanted Lands. Entire continents had come and gone. Whole breeds of mortals disappeared and new breeds appeared in their place. The twisting of mortal tongues in speech had changed along with the new moon the mortals beheld in their night sky.

And mortal lives began to shorten to the point that I never again saw the same mortal twice upon return visits. And soon, there was little thyme I could find, because the seasons in which it could grow, had also grown short.

All of these changes took place over what mortals refer to as thousands of years in time, and all the while barely a season had dared to pass in the Enchanted Lands.

Time had overtaken Thyme and there seemed to be less and less of each. For the entire Time that spanned the many drastic changes of mortal experience, was but a pinch of Thyme to us Enchanted folk…an hour for an herb, a time for thyme.

Introduction to The Lost Queen; one nymph’s quest

Now that I find myself here again in the Land of the Mortals, I know I must impart a glimpse of what I’ve seen in my journeys otherworldly.  Were it not for the curse of the veil, I would not dare to share such secrets with the mortal realm, but for the sake of worlds mortals know nothing of, including their own, I find I must.

You see, mortals have an enemy in common with the folk of the Enchanted Realms. The hands behind the woes of the mortal world, are the very same hands behind woes of the Enchanted Realms.  How can this be so you ask? Ah, that is a long story and it cannot be told so quickly. 

Over the course of time, I will tell the Story of the Land of Enchanted Timbers (otherwise known as The Lost Tales) and how that world is connected to the realm of mortals. It has everything to do with why I am here, but it is not the sort of thing one can just blurt out. It is a painstaking process to find ways to explain things that happen in the Enchanted Realms, because mortal language lacks so much, but I have found a way to relate these happenings to the mortal realm in a comprehensible form.

What I have to tell is what mortals would consider to be an ample amount of material to absorb. So I have broken the Story down into Chapters, or what mortals would refer to as ‘books.’ The Lost Tales have been locked inside this vault for quite a long while, and now some of the books are being released from the vault into the realm of the mortals.

Only seven of the books can be released at a time (because of the curse of the veil) and the first one of the seven is called ‘The Lost Queen.’ It is not the beginning of the story of the Enchanted Realms, but it is where I will begin telling the story, so that the realm of mortals may better understand while there is still a chance.

All is not lost just yet, but our respective worlds are in danger of peril. Dark forces are at play and are having a field day, wreaking havoc and using dark magic in a very subtle way. But do not dismay, if only you choose to listen to what I have to say, then you will know that there is a way to allay what has gone astray.

The first book of the vault’s releasing, The Lost Queen, will soon be within reach of all mortals to acquire, in the form of their choosing, should any mortal choose to find out what I have been chosen to tell. In the meantime, I will share some of the secrets from the vault that you will not find in The Lost Queen, but that are very much integral to the story of the Enchanted Lands…