I was suddenly surrounded by a piercing cold. I tried to gasp for air but my lungs were met with frigid water.  Flailing I someone found the surface and breathed in air as fast as I could cough up sea water. Through my blurred vision I could see an orange glow on the horizon. My ears filled with a solution of water and screams. They were not my screams though. I tried to make sense of the situation. All of the sudden my eyes settled on a shape in front of me. It was dark and I swam to it hoping it would keep me afloat. I grabbed the shape only to finally focus on a pair of eyes. I had just clung to a body. I screamed and kicked away….. --- I opened my eyes and calmed my breath as I realized I was still in bed. “Another nightmare,” I said. It had been 15 years since that night and I have never been able to escape it. The nightmare terrorizes me.  I was only 10 years old that night and the nightmare makes up most of the memories I have from my childhood. The only other memory is of a vast green field filled with butterflies. I can’t remember my family or even my own name. I don’t know what happened that night. I don’t know if it was an attack, a natural disaster, or something else entirely. I was found washed up on the shores of Mercator by a druid named Conall Eircheard (means strong wolf) and that is when life as I know it began. Conall is as close to a father as I have. He named me Maire, which means “of the sea”. Quite fitting he thought because as far as we know that is where I came from. He taught me the druid way. Honestly, it came easy to me. Escaping to nature was a way for me to cope with not being able to remember who I am or what I am. In nature I found peace.  Conall is a part of an artisan guild based in Moressa. Moressa was surrounded by forest, rolling hills, and close to a lake. These surrounds provided the perfect locations for me to practice spell casting. I was always drawn to Frostwind lake though, something about the water. I dreamed that if I formed a strong enough bond with the water it would tell me the secrets I was longing to discover… who am I…. what happened to my home? The guild traveled to the surrounding cities to trade and I tagged along with Conall. He was a leather worker. He hated to see anything from nature go to waste and turned even the smallest scraps of leather into art or practical items. Once I mastered being a druid Conall gifted me a totem. He took a seashell and intricately decorated it with leather.   Conall also has a taste for ale and I secretly took sips when he wasn’t looking. Through my travels to different cities I learned that ale tastes different and so began a deep love for brewing. As a druid I can sense different plants and I use this to find plants to flavor my ale. Only once I have been able to grow the plant myself do I use it to brew an ale. I do not take from nature anything that I can’t give back. This has led me to be quite well known and my ale has been requested at royal feasts. My true goal though is to replicate my only other memory. Besides the nightmare my other memory is of a vast green field filled with purple flowers. Bees buzzed happily and gently landed on the purple flowers occasionally. I remember warmth from the sunshine as I sat in the field. I can remember the smell of the fresh green grass mixed with sunshine and the purple flowers. I have always  kept an eye out for purple flowers hoping it would be the one from my memory. I have tried to create an ale that embodies the only memory I have of home but have yet to do so.  I am now 25 years old and have succeeded as a brewer and a druid but I still feel unsettled. I don’t feel anger towards my childhood but more of a frustration. Frustrated that I don’t know what happened. My whole life I have worked to come to terms with the fact  that I will never know who I was before 10 years old. Growing restless at Moressa the guild has granted me leave to travel and find new plants/ ideas for my ales.