Preface
Back in the days of yore, between the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, a wizard named Lear lived in the beautiful land of Ireland. His life was unusual and full of trials. The majestic Lear was imprisoned by Queen Serlaila, who longed to use his unique magical abilities to conquer new lands. Lear repeatedly saved the queen from insidious plots, predicting her future and helping her overcome her difficulties.
However, few people knew that the wizard Lear found his writing vocation by accident. Tormented by boredom and a thirst for creativity, he decided to write fairy tales inspired by letters sent to him by his beloved Miretta. In these letters she told him of her adventures and her search for magic, dreaming of a reunion with Lear.
One day Queen Serlaila read some of these tales and, admiring their beauty, decreed that Lear must compose two tales a week. Otherwise, she threatened to deprive the wizard of a finger for each tale that failed to meet the deadline. Incredibly, Miretta, this brave and dedicated soul, spent nearly fifteen years traveling, exploring the world and gathering inspiration for new stories of magic. She hoped that one day she would be able to reunite with her beloved Lear and give him her own amazing stories.
So begins our story of the wizard Lear, his magical abilities, his creative path and the great love that overcomes time and obstacles. Immerse yourself in the world of magic and fairytale adventures that await us on the pages of this book.
Tales of the Wizard Lyr: Live Portraits by Murine Bell
On the shore of Galway Bay, at the mouth of the Corrib River, two-storey stone houses stood closely together, creating a unified ensemble. However, each of them had its own unique feature. In the spirit of Irish tradition, all the houses were painted in different colors: blue, gray, yellow, blue, white, purple. And amidst this kaleidoscope of bright colors, I want to tell you the story of one very special resident, a sorceress named Murin Bell.
Murine was well known in the town, for for generations her family had been selling flowers. No one could compare to Madame Bell's Flower Shop, for only their flowers could keep fresh for weeks, if not months. The whole of Galway knew that opening a flower store was a hopeless endeavor, and if someone dared to take such a step, his store was not noticed by anyone.
The Bell family were well-to-do but lived modestly. Their house stood out from the rest with its rich red color, on the facade hung a bright yellow sign with the name of the store, and the windows were decorated with a beautiful front garden.
