Continued from last post...

And so, young Perseon hoisted himself off the ground and began a new search. Knowing little of the world, he wandered the plains until he came to a hunting village of a people known as the Tumacula. He spend the rest of his youth there learning to hunt and live off the land, taking just what he needed and respecting the nature that gave him life and happiness. Here he met young twin girls, Azura and Tryphena, orphaned very young and in need of an elder. Though the villagers were kind and saw to their basic needs, they deserved more than that. Perseon became like a father to them, a father who learned from his own parents mistakes rather than repeating them.
But his heart was not yet content. Though the countryside had become his home, he still longed to return to find these protectors of the forest. And so, Perseon finally made his way to Loom Isle where he met a man who told him of the Sentinels. He listened intently and agreed to meet with Galdrion, a wise and respected Sentinel. As I have already written, it was not until later that the two discovered their brotherhood, but Perseon was indeed stricken with how close he felt to the man. They spoke at length of many things, and in a short time Perseon joined the Sentinels and became a protector of the forest, and of his friends. His daughters did also, in their own time, and eventually took the Longshanks name as well. Perseon became an explorer, hunter, teacher, and caretaker of the wilderness. Where this path eventually led him, is a tale for another time.

"I have never once regretted those decisions, my friend. It was more luck than wisdom that led me to this path, although some might claim that destiny had something to do with it. The odd thing is, I think what I first told that dryad had a ring of truth in it. The forest does indeed belong to those who would make use of it, just not for those who would abuse it. It is an issue of harmony - the forest takes as much as it gives. If I had taken the life of that tree, I would have lost my own life to my greed and ignorance. It is wisest to use nature according to your need, and to give back what you take. Nature is as much about death as it is life, for the two exist in a cycle that cannot be broken. But, I suppose I am boring you now with my ramblings." Perseon shifted over to pour his guest another cup of tea.
"No, not at all, " replied the scribe, suppressing a yawn. Perseon was indeed long-winded, but with a bit of careful editing his tale should be an interesting one. "One last thing before I leave you to your business though. Your brother left me with a poem for his part of the tale, I wonder if you might do the same, something that speaks from your own heart, or of your life."
"Well, there is one that comes to mind. On the surface, it doesnt seem like much, but to me it speaks of ones purpose and how we mortals tend to be single-minded, ignorant of the intricacies of the world and.. well, perhaps I should let you make of it what you will."

As we perceive our dreams
At centrifugal spin,
So green leaves grow.
The rowan bears the crown.

"Thank you for your time, and your hospitality. Perhaps it will not be long before I seek our your family again, to hear of how your choices have turned out. But, for now I must talk to the rest of your family and get their stories.. Dessa, your sister, and your daughters Azura and Tryphena. I dare not miss those appointments, or this record will be rather less complete than I hope for." Drinking the last of his tea, the scribe bid farewell and entered the forestial gateway to seek out the next fragment of the Longshanks story.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Daedalan, in the year 242 AF.