All she wanted was to live forever.
Sitting on a patch of grass atop a high rocky bluff, Tymin
leaned her head back and drank in the sun on her face, the salt spray on her
lips, and the pounding of the sea reverberating through her very bones. She
shook out her short gray locks and hugged her knees to her chest. It couldn't be
any better than this. Slipping away from her responsibilities to this spot on
the bluff overlooking the ocean: it was her one true love. She allowed herself
to lay back on the new carpet of green and feel beneath her back the thawing
traces of winter's chill--and the promise of life renewed. She was so glad to be
alive.... and she never wanted it to end.
She was sure that she was not the first to wish for it: to live
beyond the handful of years the Goddess Mother allots, to see what lies beyond
not one or two generations, but hundreds. To live long enough to see this very
mountain erode into fine grains of sand. And she, Lady Tymin of Porter's Keep, a
warrior of note, as well as a lady of wealth and power, surely had the means to
accomplish this either by magic... or treachery. She sighed. But something so
desired does not come easy. In fact, most thought it impossible to defy the
order established by the Goddess Mother herself. But she had found a way and it
was almost time....