I am following in our Celtic traditions of storytelling.
I will tell you about Scotland's dark and dangerous past, for
I am the voice of the long dead, the eyes that bore into you in an empty room.
It is my face you see at the window of a ruined castle, I make you afraid of the woods at night and it is me that whispers to you in the wind when you are alone. Evil treachery and hate follow me into a room, as does bravery, love and honour, for I am the storyteller and I bring the past alive.