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The “True” Origins of Valentine’s Day  (According to ancient historical Fée records)

2/11/2015

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I love Valentine’s Day, and had a long chat with Lord Rössi about its true origins. He is so knowledgeable about the history of everything. But before I tell you the true story, as we Fée know it to be, let me tell you about what Jake and I are doing on February 14th.

We plan to spend the entire day together. That will be a first. Maybe the Banshees can behave for just this one day. Though, I don't think romance is a Banshee trait. In any case, Jake and I are going ice skating on Lake Maxine in the morning. The air is so fresh and crisp at this time of the year. And I have a beautiful new white skating outfit. It’s trimmed in ice blue, and so adorable. Of course, I look amazing in it.

After skating, we’re flying out to our favorite picnic spot, deep in the woods. Tara discovered it when she followed an injured mother skunk to its den. The clearing has a wonderful 1,000-year old tree. It’s said to have grown on the exact spot where the Faery Viviane entrapped Merlin. I love it there. It’s so peaceful and quiet. After lunch, we will fly home for a wonderful celebration. I can’t wait. It’s been over a month since our last party.

Okay, back to the origins of Valentine’s Day. Lord Rössi did some research in our history files, which date back to 500 BT (Beginning of Time). King Luper, the second king of Calabiyau (980 BT), dedicated the Ides of February (mid-February) as a celebration of harmony and love. It was also the day he married Queen Calia, a most loving and kind Fée.

From that day on, many couples also married or got engaged during the celebration that became known as Luper-Calia Day—Luper for our King and Calia for our most beloved Queen. All in Calabiyau still rejoice during this time in honor of those they love—family and friends, alike.

Of course, the ancient Pagans and then the Romans copied our festival and re-wrote history. What King Luper created as a beautiful and happy day got turned into a dreadful celebration where they sacrificed goats and dogs. The early Romans called their celebration Lupercalia and claimed the name Luper came from Lupa, the she-wolf who, legend says, suckled the infant orphans, Romulus and Remus, who founded Rome.

In a way, there may be an inkling of truth to this, at least the wolf part. King Lupa’s clan was the guardian of the wolves. Lord Rössi believes that the word lupus (wolf) originally came from King Luper. Of this, we cannot be sure. But it does make sense.

In any case, our beautiful celebration got further changed when a 3rd Century Bishop named Valentine, who, legend has it, married Christian soldiers and their betrothed against the wishes of the Roman Emperor Claudius. Claudius worshiped the Roman Gods and wasn't a fan of this budding new religion. In reality, it was probably because he knew that when soldiers got married, they were more likely to defect.

He sentenced the Bishop to a bloody death. But as with all human history, there are many, many different versions of the same story, even several men named Valentine, or derivations there of. It’s really hard to tell what is true and what is not. History does
, however, tell us that Pope Gelasius held the first feast of St. Valentine on February 14, 496.  

There are so many different human versions of the origins of Valentine’s Day. But at least you now know the true origin of this wonderful celebration—that was and should be based upon joy, love, and appreciation.

Next week, I’ll tell you about what’s happening with Cyndara and the Banshees.

Happy V-Day. Gotta Fly

Kandide


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Chivalry—Hmmm??

2/6/2015

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Kandide’s Journal – 1-13-15

What a busy week. But then it’s always a busy week for me. Though, I think most of my time is wasted sitting in the High Council meetings. Lady Batony get worse every day. Can you imagine—she gave me a lecture on how to dress? Me? Just because I love pretty clothes and sparkly jewelry—especially dangle earrings and pretty broaches.  She thinks I should dress more understated. I think, I’m Queen. I can do anything I want. And I love to sparkle.

Jake gave me a beautiful broach at the Holiday party. It’s a golden faery with beautiful purple-blue eyes like mine. They are made from tanzanite. Trump said tanzanite is more rare than diamonds. He’s the one who had the stones. He said the Banshees trade it for gold because it’s so rare and only found in one place in the world. The faery’s wings are made from pink diamonds that are sliced so thin you can see through them, and then suspended with gold wire. Her dress is made of various shades of pink pavé sapphires. It might be the most beautiful piece of jewelry I own—and that’s saying a lot, because I have over 2,000 pieces.

I love wearing jewelry—all kinds, as long as it sparkles. But then, I like anything that sparkles, including sparkling blackberry pomegranate juice, and Jake’s green eyes. They always sparkle when he sees me—unless he’s mad at me. Then he gets this funny look on his face. It’s pretty silly, and he always gets over it.

Though, I must say I was pretty mad at him yesterday. I don’t know why he thinks he has to let me win. I’m perfectly capable of competing on my own. I mean, I beat that Banshee soldier fair and square in aercaen. Of course, very few Fée are better than me at that game—even with my bent wing. I still feel bad about him getting killed because he lost. I certainly didn’t intend for that to happen. Banshees are so barbaric.

Anyway, back to Jake. We went swimming in the hot springs near the chateau the other day. It’s so beautiful there. I wish the entire world could be like that—so peaceful and calm. And yet, underneath there is molten rock. Teren said it is called magma. He said that the water is heated when it comes in contact with the rocks. Fortunately, there is a cold spring that also feeds into the water, so it stays at the perfect temperature. Otherwise, it would be super-heated and we’d be boiled to death. 

Jake and I had a lovely picnic. Then, as always, we raced back through the underwater water tunnel—I love all the colored fish—and back to the shore. He always lets me win. It’s so frustrating. I tell him over and over again to really race me, but he never does. What’s the point of competing if there isn’t a real challenge? Competition is what makes us strong—able to survive. I know Jake is just trying to be chivalrous. But I‘d like him to race me for real.

In any case, I am a bit concerned about the chateau. When we got back we found out that that strange creature had been lurking around outside the wall again. I wonder if Lady Aron has conjured up some weird kind of magic—either her or the Banshees. Strange creatures don’t just start appearing from nowhere. Especially ones this size. Jake has posted double the number of sentries along the wall.  I sure hope they figure out what it is pretty soon.

Oh, gosh, look at the clock. It’s almost time for the Council meeting to start. Think I’ll really pile the glitz on today—just to annoy Lady Batony.

Well, gotta fly. More later.

Kandide

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