The Story of Tyr Wanjo
Well it seems that not many know much about me, a wizard I am indeed, but how did I happen upon our lovely realm? I suppose I should start from the beginning, I am the wizard Tyr-WanJo. Much more I can not say because truly I am shrouded by the mysts of mystery, by a dark cloud of intrigue. None of my yesteryears matter and quite simply, I would belive that the events that brought me to m'lady's doorstep are no less than miraculous, and quite note worthy.
Little is known of my boyhood, by me or anyone for that matter, it wasn't until I was a man, I say man loosely, for I was only ten or eleven years of age, that I begin to remember even the slightest detail of my feeble existence. Alone in a forest, marveling at the wonders of nature, I happened upon an odd old man, or rather, he happened upon me. Cliché? Of course, but all clichés have their roots in events that happened. I like to think that I am the sole beginner of this tradition in the romances.
Times were different, school did not exist, nor did the scholars and philosophers of today. Quite honestly, I doubt that perhaps even Aristotle, Plato, Socrates, or any of the Greek and Roman philosophers was even yet the sperm of their great-great Grandfathers. In short, I have lived much longer than a human, simply because, human I am not. What does it matter then, how long I have lived, it is surely an extraneous detail, but perhaps there is much in it.
My teacher was my father and my friend as well, we spent ten long years in constant classes, it was then that he realized I was more than a boy fished out of a river (many myths had followed my "awakening" none of them I think are true, I simply realized I was alive that day I happened upon my teacher). I aged slowly, at 21 I appeared to be no older than fourteen. 21 was an old man in those early days, and my master was a mere 19 when he began my studies. That was the year he died, and my new teacher was made known to me, that new teacher was nature. I spent nearly 100 years roaming forests and mountains, meeting the local people, helping them cultivate and teaching them the secrets of fire. They had fire, but to using correctly, and controlling it was quite a difficult task. I acquired many names, Tyger, in the east, for I reminded the peoples of a fantastic beast that often stole off in the night with their children. One town called me Wagon, and I therefore created such an object for these people. Slowly, I was less needed, I found my self roaming and searching for uneducated and simple tribes that needed my teaching. The Africans lent some hope, but they shunned me, for I was a harbinger of malevolent forces, they feared I would destroy humanity as it is.
A raving maniac, I tripped in a forest, many years had passed nearly 900 since the birth of a fool named Christ, a wizard as myself, but he allowed his ultimate destruction. Nobel indeed, and perhaps he was not so foolish, for he knew he was better off in the heavenly realm than roaming about on an earth that didn't seem to need his wisdom. Perhaps I should have taken a lesson from him.
No less, I continued on, insane, barely sustaining myself with the supple nourishment that the forest supplies, when I tripped on something quite odd. I looked down and under my feet, I saw a black crystalline figure, but by no means was it a crystal, for it moved like a serpent. I followed the serpentine apparition with some vigor, for I had found something new, maybe. Again I tripped, this time over my robe in my haste and let out a wicked cry of agony.
Suddenly the earth shook, the very ground was lifted and a strange creature stood before me. Its eyes gazed curiously at me, and it shuddered.
It growled at me "I do not think we like you!"
"Why would you not?" I gasped, "Have I harmed you? "
The great beast laughed at me, I sincerely wondered what my folly had been, "You look like a human," it chortled, and looked at me with what I am convinced must have been a smile, "but you are not timid like one. Nor do you smell like one, what is your name boy?"
"Boy!" I was enraged, "Nearly 2000 years old am I, and you call me boy?"
Again the great beast heaved his mighty chest to let out a tremendous laugh "You are a boy, just as I suspected!" I could not bear this, but the next comment was libel to get this beast drown in a pool of his own blood. "I suppose you know the great Tyr-WanJo then, a weak pitiful fool like yourself," again that terrible laugh, "is not worthy to stand in his presence though, nor mine for that matter, be gone wretch!"
A wicked smile must have crept across my countenance. The great beast backed away, this time with what I would call apprehension. I believe he now knew whom he was talking to. He looked at me very solemnly now, apology was written in his eyes. "I apologies, master, you look so wan and pale, I thought you must have been one of the foolish village boys playing games with the dragons again."
"No, dragon," I mocked him, my fiery temper could not be quelled so easily, "I am he that you said I was not fit to stand in the presence of, I should destroy you for your foolishness." Wizards, however wise and strong they may be, are subtle creatures with tempers that could burn solid rock. I happen to be one of the most temperamental, and the dragon, whether this is his or my luck I still can decide, knew very well my quick rage.
"I have been waiting for you," His eyes softened, and sought something that I only knew after he asked, "our realm is in danger, we need protectors. From what, I do not know but the lady Morion needs your power, and your wisdom. There is abode for you if you agree, and you will no longer have to roam the forests unfulfilled."
I knew he could not be lying, for the sincerity in his eyes bespoke of one ready to give his life for my agreement. I was lonely and as a payment for my affirmation, I told the dragon that he must first tell me his name.
"Nauthiz" he said, "it's a torch in some languages, I can let you ride to the castle on my back, dragons, like birds have the incredible gift of flight." He laughed again, but not with that grating mocking tone of before, "We both know you have tried to give yourself that gift, and have failed every attempt miserably."
"Yes," I said, "but perhaps if your brutish strength can handle it, you could be my flying apparatus."
"Mount me like a horse then!" again laughter erupted, "as I assume you have never mounted anything (or anyone) else before."
"Right you are dragon," I smiled for the first time in 500 years, "perhaps your village will remedy that illness no." I jumped upon his back and we flew the castle.
Morion accepted me gratefully, and many adventures have since then ensued, but those are different stories to be told another time.
The night grows dark now, and oil is of late been hard to come by, so I must set down my pen. My fingers ache for I have written all day, and I think it high time for my repose. Perhaps I did not break my back, but I think that perhaps I may have broken a few records this day.
Love and light m'lady