When I was in 5th grade the teachers handed us a questionnaire to fill out. I do not recall any of the questions other than "I sometimes pretend_______." You were to fill in the blank. In day dreams and real dreams I had always taken journeys through the snowy wilderness as a fox. I would go through my transformation and travel in and out of unseen worlds and somehow this fox while being outside of me was also me. Unbeknownst to me this particular question was what ended up in the yearbook. They did not inform us that they would be picking a statement from each child's paper and putting in the yearbook. Amidst the "I want to be a fire fighter" and "my favorite thing to do is watch the Jets game with my brother" type statements one could find a young Adam quoted as "I sometimes pretend I'm a fox in the winter. " To my horror I became the laughing stock on the 5th grade because it was a very "uncool" thing to admit to and after spending most of my middle school years trying to reach the pinnacle of cool since that was the most essential thing to do at that age, everything had collapsed before me. In actuality like all members of an elven bloodline I was fulfilling my natural abilities by being fully and naturally absorbed into my fetch animal and being violently rejected for it. The fetch beast, or my familiar, as a child, when things came so much more naturally, was in fact the fox. We Dragons know how badly the mundane world rejects any sort of true spirit or break from the left brain realities of this world so it's no surprise that as a child it was hilarious and as an adult probably even more hilarious to the mental makeup of what Rowling named The Muggles. But like many things as a child that I learned to fear, as an adult I have come to embrace. I did not have to prepare a ritual to have my fetch present itself to me as the message was delivered to me laying in bed last night. My double, my phantom, my wraith,has returned to me and once again revealed itself and is here to stay.
Let them come who wish to come, And let them go who wish to go, And do not harm to me or mine. -Ancient Icelandic Invitation Formula for the Elven Folk
Prince of Brats