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Myo’s Story

My name is Myo.  Myo stands for Melody YanOrea.  I am named Melody, another name for Carol, who is my creation mother.  Yan is another name for Swallow and may be from my father’s clan.  Orea is anther name for mountains, a name substituted for cliffs.  My mother is known as Carol@Swallowcliffs.  All who know me calls me Myo.  I am now an aged “hag”. Hags have special status and powers, you know.  Wikipedia explains it best.

A hag is a wizened old woman, or a kind of fairy or goddess having the appearance of such a woman, often found in folklore… Hags are often seen as malevolent, but may also be one of the chosen forms of shape shifting deities… who are seen as neither wholly beneficent nor malevolent. The term appears in Middle English, and might be short for hægtesse, an Old English term for witch.[4] As a stock character in fairy or folk tale, the hag shares characteristics with the crone, and the two words are sometimes used as if interchangeable.[5]

The word “crone” is a less common synonym for “old woman,” and is more likely to appear in reference to traditional narratives than in contemporary everyday usage.[2]

I believe I am a stock character, an old woman, but I am not disagreeable, malicious, or sinister in any manner.  I do have magical and supernatural associations, which I only use to be helpful, and mostly artistic.  I think I need to know about my ancestry, so I do not become malicious or sinister. I can shape shift at will and I have swallow wings and a swallowtail to help me travel at as needed.

Right now, I am preparing myself for a special journey.  It is a journey of choice.  I am going to be searching for new and inspiring artistic ideas.  I am going to be learning new ways of being artistic.  I am sure I will visit many new lands and meet many new people.  I am sharing my journey with others who are searching for something too.  I have my travel trunk ready, I have my travel journal ready, and I have a map of the lands I will visit.  I wait for our leader to give us the signal to start.

I live near the West end of the Migration Mountain Range, in the village of Hatcherson, in the Kingdom of Swallodonia.  I have been very happy here, except for one nagging problem-that of finding my protective totem.  Now, most everyone would know their totem, but since I owe my life to my mother, Carol, who has been sole creator and caretaker, I have never known who my father was.  And all worthwhile totems are handed down from fathers to children in the sacred and secret way, during the ceremony before the fall migration.  I have never been included in this ceremony, as I have to find my father and bring him back to Hatcherson so he can bestow me with the gift of my inherited totem(s), with the added blessings of the King and Queen of Swallodonia.  For this reason, I answered the call to travel with an elite group of sacred searchers… I am blessed, as we are all supportive of each and every individual quest, and I know I will receive sage advice as we journey over paths, flights, and unknown territories, to destinations of our own making and needs.

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