It began with a dream. As most things to do with the Goddess do in modern times.<br/><br/>She touches less, for we have forgotten who we are, and what it means to be Tutha De Dana; but she does still reach for her people, her children. This dream went to the King of the Seelie and the Queen of the Seelie, lesser, more vague versions to all sidhe born. But there was to be one high ruler like in the days of old, that was the clear message.....<br/><br/><br/><em>There was the hill, symbolic of the homes they had once had in Ireland, with the might tree above it, reaching upward and piercing the sky. Two cloaked figures stood there, holding hands, hands that changed with every second to pass. It was the Goddess, every woman and no woman, and the Consort, the Horned Lord, every man and no man. They were their people, the people who looked upon them now in dream as they had not in centuries.<br/><br/>"It is time for a High Rule, to bring back the hiarchy of old, our people must be revitalized." The Consort spoke then, slow, a deep voice, a light voice, accented, not, all of it changed. The Goddess stepped a touch more forward then.<br/><br/>"Two Princess heirs exist, let it be from them our high rule is decided. When the first babe of royal blood is born to them your fate as a people shall be clear." The Goddess lifted her hand before casting it out, with flower petals, to the ground below her. "I give you a neutral ground, a sithern loyal to myself alone, to my whims, outside that of the Princesses. At Betlane the courts shall meet in peace. So mote it be."</em><br/><br/>And the dream faded, faded from the minds of the people, but there was a new sithern, one that no one could control, that accepted no ruler as of yet. Betlane comes this very night, with a ball held for all the courts, Unseelie, Seelie, DemiFae, Slaugh, and Goblins alike. All are summoned by the Goddess and the Consort.<br/><br/><br/>So mote it be.