“I’ll tell you a tale.” The old woman said in her gravelly voice to the mass of bright-eyed children and few curious adults that surrounded her. She paused and studied her wrinkled, work-hardened hands. After a moment she eyed the children in the circle of firelight, “Now you may think this is a fairy tale but you must understand that it is not.” Again she paused, “This story is long forgotten by all but the fair folk and other magical peoples….” She drew a breath, “Are you ready to hear of the creation of the deity Duality?” Excited gasps escaped the wide-eyed children, many tiny voices chimed yes’s and little heads also nodded. It was then that the old woman noticed a cloaked figure standing in the back of the mass of children and smiled to herself. He never could resist a good story telling, she thought to herself. The woman then cleared her throat and began her tale. At the beginning of time-no, no that will not do…long ago men, elves, dwarves, kelpies, vampyrs, sorcerers, sorceresses, perhaps the most ethereal-daemons and all other manner of creatures. Then the woman paused and took a deep breath before beginning again. All lived in the open and together in harmony, well, in peace anyhow. Those were grand times, she said her eyes intense as if she had lived the moments herself-little did the men-children know, she had, she then continued. Men were yet wise and were not yet corrupted and foolhardy as so many are in these days. But that is a lament for another day, anyway, to the tale. Now I’ve told you that because the deity herself was-is a daemon. Or so that’s how she began. A young elf girl, her name long lost, was curious about the duality of the heart. Light and dark, foolish and wise, male and female. She cast a spell, which summoned a spirit. The spirit granted her wish for knowledge of the heart and of duality-the spirit possessed her and she became a daemon but of an unusual type. She soon gained status as a goddess or god, though she usually chose to appear as a woman because of her start as an elf girl. We now worship her as goddess or simply ‘Duality’ but then she lived among men and taught. It ‘tis a shame she ascended, men could use her wisdom. The old woman sighed loudly then said, “That is how Duality began her reign. A short but worthwhile tale.” One of the older children raised her hand in the air. “Yes, San?” asked the old woman. “But, grandmother, how do you know this tale if only the fair folk know it?” The woman smiled and shook her head ever so slightly. Ceaseless questions from youth, she thought laughingly. “That is another tale San,” the old woman said. “Please tell us grandmother,” the young woman, San, begged. Again the old woman smiled and said, “Ah to be young, ceaseless questions, ceaseless curiosity.” San blushed brightly and began to apologize but the old woman interrupted her, “No, no. Never apologize for curiosity, it ‘tis a good thing. You never stop learning if you never stop asking questions.” San brightened and asked bravely, “Will you tell us then? How you know this tale told only by the fair folk?” The old woman smiled widely for a moment then said a little sadly, “To tell you how I know I must tell you how I began.” The woman sighed and again began intently studying her hands, worn by work. She puzzled to herself, should she tell them? Ah, she thought, what does it matter? My time is almost done anyway. “Very well,” she said, “I will tell you my tale.” This time the woman paused for a long while, as if gathering her courage along with her thoughts. I was born among the elves.