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I was born and babtized in the old ways, half-forgotten and forbidden. All my relatives and a few trusted friends appeared for this momentous occasion. My mother's father, Alan, presided over the rituals as Head Priest. The great hall of our manor, filled with dancing shimmers of color from the pure Myrounian light filtering in through the stained-glass windows high in the walls, showed the smile and grins shared by the whole collection of my family. I was carried by my cousin Alexis, dressed in an elaborate cloth-of-silver robe, and set upon the altar for the cerimonial creatin of a new Star.