And thus, Arianrhod’s work was complete, the bard’s mind – restored. The dream was over and it was time for him to return to the world of the living. When he woke up, he was lying naked on a forest glen, reborn. With a knowing smile that never quite disappeared from his lips until the day of his death, the man stepped forth. He had a grand task ahead. And in no more than a month he proved that Arianrhod’s gift would not go to waste – on his travels, he performed astounding feats of magic. His spells were not only powerful, but their effects lingered far longer than those created by any sorcerer before him.
Soon, the world would learn his name.
Myrddin Wyllt.
Myrdin Emrys.
Merlin Sylvestris