Many years ago, while deep in slumber, I felt a gentle tug upon my nightgown, followed by whiskers tickling my ear. “Arise, I have a story to tell you,” an ancient voice whispered; upon his breath lingered the sweet scent of apples. Like any rational person would do, I pulled the covers over my head, rolled over and went back to sleep.
Yet, Merlin was persistent, for a week he returned each evening waking me in the predawn hours. I soon came to the realization that this was not merely a recurring dream, but somehow my bedroom had become a portal to the past. Since Merlin's initial encounter the mystical gateway has allowed access to wizards, fairies, High Kings in distress, and brave knights in clanging chainmail.
That is how it all started … Merlin's quest for me to write his story!
Dee-Marie
Yet, Merlin was persistent, for a week he returned each evening waking me in the predawn hours. I soon came to the realization that this was not merely a recurring dream, but somehow my bedroom had become a portal to the past. Since Merlin's initial encounter the mystical gateway has allowed access to wizards, fairies, High Kings in distress, and brave knights in clanging chainmail.
That is how it all started … Merlin's quest for me to write his story!
Dee-Marie
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