Many many years ago a young boy raced along the
edges of some cliffs in
Wales when, to the horror of his father, the boy suddenly lost his footing
and fell. His father ran to the edge fearing his son had fallen into the
sea far below. When the father peered down he was slightly relieved to see his son
perched on a small stone outcropping. The man yelled down for the
boy to be still, that he was going to get a rope and his brother to help
bring him up.
Soon the father returned and, with the help of his brother and an
ancient tree, made his way down to the ledge to save his boy.
However, when the man got to the ledge he saw what the boy had seen
before him; an opening in the cliff face where the boy rested. The opening
was large enough to allow both the father and the boy to enter and they
did but the cave was so dark that they could see nothing past a few paces.
They vowed to return with torches. When they did here is what they
The first cave they entered was small but there were many passages
leading from it, so many that they could not follow them all on that day.
They did find one place of unending wonder, 'twas called by the
ancient ones 'The Weeping Well' although boy and father had no way
of knowing this at that time. Soon they learned that these were not just any caves, this was an abandoned weyr, a
system of caves that once housed a mighty race of dragons. The Weeping
Well was a pool surrounded by large rocks but it wasn't just any pool, it
was a bottomless pool of Dragons' Tears. The pool shimmered so that the
room glowed with a light all it's own. Why so many tears you may ask, and
I will tell you just as the spirit of the dragon told the boy and his
Ages ago, when magic filled the air, Dragons ruled the skies. They
brought prosperity and health to the land. They were an integral part of
the realm of magic. However, as the hand of man spread over the land,
those of the realm began to see that their time on this earth was waning.
Man was losing his belief in magic and trusted only in technology. The
dragons loved this earth and the small people who scarred its surface but
they knew they must leave.
Dragons' Tears are not salty water like the tears of man, they are a
magical elixir with the consistency of honey and the color of liquid
moonbeams. Leaving our world broke the Dragons' hearts and each one wept
into the pool before they sank beneath it's waters. No, they were not
drowning themselves, the pool is bottomless as I said. If one born mortal
such as ourselves could swim to the other end we would find ourselves
again in a world of magic for it is a portal to another world.
How do I know this tale you might wonder? Well that young boy was my
Great Great Great Great Great Grandfather, G'wyllm Wood Davies. Let's just
call him Grandpa, shall we? Grandpa visited this weyr often over the
course of his lifetime and he wrote down what he knew. His story, along
with a map to the weyr, was folded and placed in the family bible. This
bible has been passed down to the youngest child of the youngest child for
generations. I am such a child. All those before me believed the
story to be nothing but the musings of an old man and a pleasant tale to
share with the grandchildren. I know differently, you see I followed the
.... and I, like my grandfather before me, invoked the Spirit of
the Dragon who gave me permission to take the Dragons' Tears from the pool
and fashion things of beauty with them. This was not a selfless act of
kindness on the Spirit's part. The Dragons know that if enough humans
believe that dragons exist, the new age of magic may begin and they may
once again return to our realm.
Each piece of Dragons' Tears(tm) jewelry contains a bit of the
magic and carries their hopes and dreams; it's wearer will be blessed with a bit of the
protection and magic of the Dragons' spirit. Who knows what magic will
enter your life when you wear the Dragons' Tears? Can you look into
the Tears of the Dragon and not believe?