Crowdancing's story is a personal memoir in that it covers portions of my real-life and imaginative-life from before I was born to about age fifteen-all blended together within authentic Cherokee and Irish history, legend, lore, poetry, and fantasy.

The story will take you into the midst of ancient Cherokee ceremonies; into the enchanted lands of faerie and fae and dragon and crow; into the hiding places of the Little-People of the Cherokee; into the homes of the Faerie-Folk of Ireland, and near and far beyond.

These stories will take you into an enchanted world of unseen realms on earth and realms afar; into the lives of The-Cherokee-Real-People, and their real-places; places that once stood within time itself, and some still do; yet by some magical mystical means, these places now transcend both time and space, and the hearer of these stories, along with them.

But that-is-enough . . . for now! Let me begin my first tale. I will pull it from my Bundle-of-Talk; I will draw it from deep within the Storyteller's Bag-the Storyteller's Bag in which all of Crowdancing's stories are held captive, only to be released as the stories are told.

"O-E-A . . . Yah!

What I have said is true.

And I, the Storyteller, do tell this tale."