
So much has happened since I last wrote down my thoughts.
My memory of it is sketchy and has mostly been filled in from people who knew... *ahem* know me.
Apparently I was sold off-island at some point. I don't know the details of how this happened and don't know if I really want to. I *do* remember what happened while I was away... and thank Father, He strengthened me to make my way back home - to Erie.
I have been told I was Chief of the Brigade; however, I have no memory of this. I have offered to stay on with them and recommended an old friend, Wayfarer, to lead them in my stead. I have rediscovered my healing powers - both natural and supernatural - and am using them to help the Brigade and the Island.
I have found a new calling though, it seems. I have been working to restore an old abandoned theatre, the Phantom Theatre and have gathered together a few residents to put on a show -
"Where the Wild Things Are." While I have had no childhood, being what I am, I have thoroughly enjoyed this book written by human author Maurice Sendak. I certainly hope this play, as well as some of the other events the Theatre can sponsor, will help to ease some of the despair in Erie - even for a little while.
"Where the Wild Things Are." While I have had no childhood, being what I am, I have thoroughly enjoyed this book written by human author Maurice Sendak. I certainly hope this play, as well as some of the other events the Theatre can sponsor, will help to ease some of the despair in Erie - even for a little while.
So, join us, Erie Residents - come to the Phantom Theatre on August 1 at 9 am or 6 pm and "Let the Wild Rumpus Start!"
