A love story that spans the centuries.
from prehistory to the present day.
A young girls lover disappears as she is searching for him a dreadful incident leads her to finding herself in the 21st century.
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A love story that spans the centuries. The story begins prehistory at a settlement in Rugeley, Cannock Chase. A young girl, Elvaennia, goes in search of her missing lover. By a freak accident she finds herself in the 21st Century, and quickly discovers her 'lost love' has also time travelled to this century. Determined to find him, she sets out on a journey that leads her to discover that her family back at the settlement face great danger, and she determines to help them. This in turn leads her into the celebrity limelight. She realises that tough decisions will have to be made. Will the temptations of the 21st Century prove too much for Elvaennia and Deimuiss, or will the old ways and values lead them back to the settlement?
It was cold – a dank clinging cold that seemed to be inside the very marrow of my bones. My feet slipped on the wet muddy ground and I pulled my deerskin cloak closer, but even that brought no comfort. I was so unbelievably cold and wet. Normally, the soft supple skin would enfold me within its warmth and comfort; pictures would form in my mind of the generations of deer that had gone before my time on this earth. Today, the herds were but a distant memory as the weather closed in on me, Grandmamma and my 11-year-old sister, Trieainia. ‘Oh for the warmth of a fire,’ I thought, slipping and sliding on the muddy, sandy ground. I drew nearer to my Grandmamma for warmth and reassurance. The mist continued to swirl around; creating strange shapes, transforming the winter trees into mystical, ghostly forms, making me think of weird creatures waiting to pounce on us. The tree branches, outstretched like big cat claws, loomed towards us and they seemed to be calling and drawing us nearer and nearer through the ghostly mist that hung and hovered, drifting through the tree branches. I shuddered and my imagination took flight, thinking of the world they inhabited once their time on Earth was spent. The trees that died in winter, I knew, were taken to the gods of the winter forests to stand forever in a cold dark world of evil black bats and animals that fiercely guarded their own territories. How, I wondered, could they live forever in that bleak cold desolate land, covered in black icicles, never again to feel the warmth of the sun on their boughs or the kiss of a butterfly in the spring? Always to stand guard over a despairing landscape of frozen black ground and ice packed pools and lakes, never to hear the babbling of a summer’s silver waterfall as it gurgles and babbles into the stream. Instead, they stand frozen forever in a black eternity.
I shook the Winter of Despair from my mind, thinking how strange it was that the weather had changed so suddenly. It had been quite bright and spring-like when the three of us had happily left the settlement to walk to the six Standing Stones of the Mystics. I had invited Trieainia and Grandmamma to accompany me to The Stones as I was going to ask the most powerful of The Stones, Myllou, if I would ever see my betrothed again. Deimuiss set out on a lone hunting trip some 18 months ago and to my horror and utter despair, he has never returned. I remember the day he left; it is seared on my soul forever.
I knew he was going hunting that morning. I had kissed him farewell and watched as he mounted his beautiful black stallion and headed off in the direction of the six Standing Stones