Upon the evening waves, Connla dozed as Enbarr sailed in her way. As he slept, he dreamed of the past, as he often did: he'd dream about the townsfolk, mingling and working together; he'd dream about the animals in the woods, how he'd lead them on adventures; he'd dream about his mother, everything she had taught him through work, training, and stories. There was, however, another thing he dreamed about. It was a dream he'd had often, though he couldn't recall a time he'd had

One day, Connla arrived on the shore of a foreign land. As Enbarr's keel touched the soft sand, the white wooden frame transformed into long sturdy legs, and the bench upon which Connla sat became a saddle on the back of a mighty mare. Connla adjusted himself as Enbarr trotted up off of the sand and into the thick, unkept grass. Brandishing his wooden sword, Connla and Enbarr travelled upriver until they came to the gates of a town. The gate was wide open, but there was no on

Connla was born on a small, dreary island, where he lived with his mother in a cottage by the sea. Upon the island was a forest, and Connla spent much of his childhood playing with the animals therein. Being part wolf himself, it was simple to get along with most of the creatures of the woods. Whenever the sun began to set, Connla would say farewell to his companions and rush back home to supp with his mother, and she would read to him. Tales of distant lands, powerful gods,