If you step outside into the real world, could you tell me what you could see? You would tell me things like fields, woods, trees, animals, or even cars. Then I would ask you what you hear. You would respond, saying voices from the people roaming the street, honking cars in a thriving city street, birds and other animals in their habitats, communicating with each other. Then I would ask you, What do you Smell? You would start to think that I’m crazy, but you answer anyway. You say you can smell the sweet scent of flowers from a distant field, the aroma of the tasty food from the restaurants lining the city street, even the salty smell of the sea, or the musky scent of the damp wood. Then I will ask, Anything else? And you most likely shake your head and say, no. 

    I would probably ask you, Would you like to know what I see, hear and smell? Depending on who you are, you might say yes, or you might say no. But let's assume you said yes. I would say, You may not believe me, I say, but I can see dragons, phoenixes, centaurs and more myths than reality. I hear the sweet humming of the forest nymphs, and the majestic sounds of the dragons beating wings, and the hushed talking of the centaurs. I smell much of what you smell the sweet scent of flowers, the salty ocean breeze, and of course, the delicious smells of food. 

    You ask me. How? How do you see and hear such things? And I will reply, saying my senses have changed through a secret place that allows me to see such wonderful things. I will continue, saying that I have gone through thick and thin in order to share a story, wanting to be shared. I will ask you to listen, but what you do is up to you. 

    If you want to listen, I say, then stay, if not, then leave. But I promise you this, you will see a world that changes the past, present, and future. 

    And it is up to you. 

But before we start, this tale is about me. A young teenage girl, I was, full of secrets and mystery. A brave soul, yet was kind and compassionate. Surprisingly, I also Had a connection with the creatures of the myths, too. I knew much about the myths of old,  Far older than the Egyptian myths themselves. And I know from a secret place both has greek and the unknown mythology together. Different gods, different stories, different lives. 
   
    The secret people from this secret place had a name for these old myths or legends. But they then called in a different tongue, In the tongue of the forgotten age, as it says in the hidden books. So we will call it Legend. The Legend word for the myths is Lenareia, or “Time Myths” to simply put it. The gods of this mythology have tremendous power, a power far greater than the younger gods. But we are not here to tell stories like such, 
    I will tell my tale, and just in case you want to know, my name is Marien Aquarius Shawlin.