i know that i have indeed had an enchanted life.  living with my mother and father was magical.  every day was a new adventure, every night a fantastical dream, which was another adventure with my mother and father.  i never had nightmares.  mother and father were always with me.  every year was new and fun.  i knew that i was growing up as fast or as slowly as i needed to.  in the winter time, my father and my mother would cram stories into my head.  and they knew how to make them interesting to me.  and every summer i was running like a mad thing over the mountains and through the forests.  

i can't remember when we first started travelling.  maybe it was the first autumn of my life.  every year we would migrate.  every autumn to the south for the winter, and every spring to the north for the summer.  sometimes we didn't, i remember one winter in particular...

we stayed in the north for the winter, mother and father told me that we would be spending the winter underground in the city.  it was very exciting because i couldn't remember doing it before.  the city went for days and days of travel, father said there were parts of the city that even he had never seen, sometimes he took me with him when he explored the city.

sometimes he was gone for days at a time, but i didn't miss because mother and i would see him at night in our dreams, and we would see something fantastic that he had seen that day. 
the times i spent with my mother were very special too.  she was always making something.  with fibres, plants, clay, food...  sometimes i would finish something that she could use, like the day i finished the azure skein of mohair, and her face shone with pleasure. i knew she was happy for the sheer pleasure of looking at the azure.  and she pinned it onto the tapestry. and i immediately thought of the colour that would come next. 

sometimes she baked. my father said she could make the food of the gods.
my father has taught me everything that i have ever needed to know.
he's taught me how to make music, about love, about birds, and nature, how to work with metals and stone, how to build. and i could go on and on....

i love my father. i've always loved him.  and he and my mum are hopelessly in love, still. after all these years. sometimes i think that i am in love with him too. he is so beautiful. i never get tired of looking at him.  his blonde hair is like the sun, and his blue like the sky, and he always looks at me like he can read my mind, and knows what i am thinking.  

some children lie to their parents, try to decieve them, when they don't want to face up to the hard things. with my dad it is like a game, where i try to invent the tallest story i can think of, and he pretends to believe me. i know that he knows that i am inventing, and he... he gives me the strangest feeling of joy at what i am doing when i am inventing.
   and then when i think i have him convinced with the wildest story that i have ever told, he tells one of his own. and when we are at home at night in the firelight, my mother laughs and smiles indulgently or claps her hands at our stories.

when my dad met my mother, it was like, the "birth of a great deed", and my mum would know cause she's travelled all over the world, and she knows a good man when she meets him

my dad thought that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, (which is true), and he had met a lot of women, he composed songs about her, and told the world and anyone that would listen about how he met her and how beautiful she was.  she wasn't the first woman willing to have his children either.  but the first one who was willing to put up with his ideas of parenting.  

my mother was a queen of her own lands, and still is, before she met my father.  my father was in court. he was there for the Beltaine festival.  he had heard for years of the Queen of the Fairies, and he had seen her many times. he made a point to coming to all of the Festivals to work on his plan of how he would meet my mother.  every time he tells us, we laugh indulgently at the lengths that he has been to.  but there you have it, my father was bound and determined to marry my mother from the earliest of times.

it is really my parents' love for each other that holds the camp together.  the legend says that if ever two people love each other as much as my parents love each other, the world will end and a new one will be born.  it is a tall order, but i feel compelled to walk in his footsteps.  he keeps telling me that he will love me just like he always has, it doesn't matter what i do, but i just know that he will be so proud of me if i can fall in love with a "little father".

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i am the first of the Nephilim. i usually don't tell people his name with his reputation and all.
but really, he is the best father that a girl could ever have. my father's name is Lucifer.