So I’ve decieded to start writing this diary/blog.  I’ve been advised by my councilors that it may be of some great importance. So where to start…

The beginning I suppose, but which beginning?

My name s Dreya Mavenstone, though it has not always been. Through out the years I’ve had many names but we will start with the most recent. I was born October 31, 1969 in a small rural town in the the northeastern part of the United States. My parents named me Cassidy Wellington.

I guess you can say I was an average child with and average childhood. The only child of an upper class workaholic father and a shopaholic mother. I grew up very loved and extremely spoiled. I was admittedly favored most by my father who could deny me nothing. Nothing material that is. Dont get me wrong, my father loved me beyond compare but as I stated he was a workaholic. I didn’t see him often, always on a business trip or at some oh so important meeting. But the times we shared were filled with love. My mother on the other hand, didnt really know what to do with me. She spent most of her time at the malls or spas with her friends. While she loved me as well, when with father or I she was a mousy timid thing who didnt seem to be able to think for her self. She was always in a rush, always having some hectic emotional moment. Thinking on it I guess you would call her a drama queen in her own right. While she never rasied her voice or attacked “Out of context”, as my father would say, the slightest thing would set her to ringing her hands and running to bed with a cool cloth for her oh so aching head. So while I was the only child, doted on by my father and spoiled by my mother. I was never a particularly happy child.

I spent most of my time feeling different and alone. Now to look at me I didn’t appear different. I was always healthy, your average blue eyed blonde girl next door. I was never the “Heavy” girl, or the “Tall” girl. I was always the “Tiny” girl, cheerleader, prom queen, valedictorian,the popular girl. Really one would never think of me as different or alone. Yet that was how I felt.

Most of my life I’ve been a serious daydreamer, in love with fantasy, magic, the unknown. I’ve always had an intense love of music and history. I’ve also always had the feeling that there was more to the world that we were all missing something, and that I was a part of that something.

I dont remember most of my earlier childhood. I know as a child I used to ride along side my mother in her Mercedes and think I magically changed the traffic lights with my mind. As an adult I would spend hours reading and learning mythology, history, and about all things mystic and magical. Sure a lot of people “think” they believe in Dragons, Fairies, Monsters and Ghost. But do they “believe” or “know” these thing exist. Then came the day when I started to not only believe in such things but know of such things.

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