Preface
Gothel was the most radiant maid in all of East Germania. She was born and lived in about the fourth century. Gothel spoke Gothic, but her homeland was slowly being eaten away by the Franks and their insipidus Latin with it’s confusing grammar and slang. In those days, the world of East Germania was filled with rampion. The Franks coveted its powers to heal and also its powers to heal the signs of aging. The fountain of youth had been a myth or had it? Did the flowers drink their powers from the hidden springs of the Bavarian mountains? Or did the flowers drink their powers from heaven above? As folk legend had it, the waters only glistened and sprung out the earth pure as gold because Heaven blessed it.
However the rampion came to be, Gothel had only one goal in life. To protect her homeland and invaders. It’s true I said Germania was filled with rampion but the treasure was hidden along with the springs.
As we find out later, the rampion as a means to immortality was a myth but as we find also, with one exception. Only one pure of heart can eat the rampion and obtain the gift of healing. Only by their willingness and earnest intent can the pure of heart use their power. This may come at a cost to the bearer of the pain.
The receiver’s intent and will goes into healing and receiving the powers. Their most innate wish and desire is granted for if the rampion must heal the body, it must also heal the soul.
I am Flynn Ryder, ruffian turned royal historian and I live to tell my tale but it didn’t start with me (yes, I'm a history geek). It began hundreds of years ago in Corona.
Or shall I say it began with my beautiful, feral wife? She taught me what it was to dream. Dare I say, I have been hiding forever behind more than just good looks. I have been hiding behind a tough exterior and castle walls from the once most precious harpie in the land.
