A Keepers Tale
“Who are you child?” A low female voice calls to you from the darkness. She lights a torch as it illuminates a dark forest tunnel. The lady is a dark complexion with long black hair. She is of islanders decent standing 6′4 with a rather buff frame. Her body is covered by a dark green cloak. She smiles and turns, motioning to follow. “You are special child, come along and let us spin you a tale”. She stops at a dead end and turns back around. “The trick is in the knock” She explains as she taps her foot three times. The way clears as she continues to walk again motioning to follow. “Just a bit further. The others are eager to begin.” She explains breaking into a sprint towards a bright light up ahead. Clearing the light she stops in front of a tall and beautiful Cherry blossom with six thrones ascending at its base. In them sit a person hidden by cloak and hood.
The figure seated in the third throne in raises his hand as everyone stands. He stands himself then clears his throat. “Nagabo who have you brough to our sacred grove?” He questions softly in a heavy Irish accent. “Beltane” she speaks softly “This one appears like they can use a bit of help so I thought we can tell’em a bit of a story to help them understand” she explains with a soft smile. “Hmph. Do you really believe they have the guts to be one of us. A Keeper.” A rather vibrant islanders voice calls from the grove. The other three simply whisper amongst themselves. “Come now what would Naginata say if he heard this? We haven’t even given the child a chance and you dismiss” she harshly fires back disappointed.
The old Irishman begins to think back to a memory. He is laughing heartily in an empty pub with two wolves and a dragon. Beltane raises his hand “ENOUGH!” He barks. “We begin the tale.” Beltane proclaims. The others nod and sit. “The Keepers are a sacred order sworn to keep chronicle of the greater entities that exist in the world.” He begins. “Our order is a group called The Keepers of the Unknown”. Nagabo chuckles lightly “This group is a wily bunch, full of life and spirit. We record their tale and pass it down” She explains returning to her throne next to Beltane then sits. “Theirs is a tale of misadventures some in which we embarked upon ourselves. Why I remember the defense we held against the southern invasion.” Beltane begins to reminisce. Nagabo taps Beltane's arm and puts her finger to her lips giving a gentle shush. “Hush now, let the tale speak for itself” she said. Beltane gives a smile now visible under his hood. “Then let us recall from the beginning. It all started with....” he pauses and chuckles.” A flash of creativity”.
