DRAMATIS PERSONA
Cronnacht the Dreamer of Dioni
Voice of Wisdom - Comedian and colourful commentator.
The Narrator - Cronnacht's inner monologue.
Special Guest - Ibaesha, High Priestess of the Moon.

(SCENE. - In the trees above the Night Garden in the Moondance Tower.
Cronnacht is utilizing the totem of Monkey to cling to the branches. A soft
breeze ruffles the leaves. Deep in thought Cronnacht barely notices. Recent
events have been greatly troubling to him and he now contemplates what
additional surprises the future holds. He has in a fit of rashness insulted the
High Priestess.)

Cronnacht: (Speaking aloud to himself as he often does.) I fell in love with
the Moon today but that is the ending of this story. Let me go back to the
beginning or at least one of several beginnings. Which are, in their own way,
only another form of endings. Alas, I prattle. Let us get to the middle of it
then.

Narrator: Existence as we know it was coming to an end.

Voice of Wisdom: --Dramatic hook that, eh?--

Narrator: Friends were becoming enemies, Divine were dying.

Voice of Wisdom: --Sad bit that, my condolences to the reader if ye happened to
be associated.--

Narrator: Kethuru was spreading his refuse about the Basin

Voice of Wisdom: --Trying to be polite there, not a proper topic for younger
eyes.--

Narrator: It was the best of . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --Um . . . Wait now. There was nothing best about it.--

Narrator: It was the . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --Now I know where you're going with this bit and I think
someone else already wrote it.--

Narrator: Continuing on then, bad things were happening.

Voice of Wisdom: --Much better. --

Narrator: A humble . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --Who you tryin' to fool?--

Narrator: Elfen by the noble . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --Right full of yourself ain't ye? --

Narrator: Name of Cronnacht ,was having a crisis of faith.

Voice of Wisdom: --More like he was peeved cause no nymph would dance with him.
--

Narrator: Poor . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --Miser is more like it.--

Narrator: Cronnacht was torn between his friends and his duty. Indeed a great
confusion had settled upon him.

Voice of Wisdom: --Humph, that happens every time the wind changes direction.
He's not too bright that one. --

Narrator: Many of those whom he loved dearly . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --Read, pretended to laugh at his jokes.--

Narrator: Had run befoul of the poisonous insanity of the corrupted goddess
Viravain.

Voice of Wisdom: --Insanity being a better option then listening to his
jokes.--

Narrator: The humble elfen . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --Oh, give it a rest. --

Narrator: Was very nearly overwhelmed by insanity himself.

Voice of Wisdom: (snort of derision).

Narrator: Truly he was tried.

Voice of Wisdom: --Tied? . . . Em, what now? --

Narrator: --Tried you idiot not tied.-- Whilst he was considering quietly to
himself . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --IE: sleeping.--

Narrator: He was called into the chamber of the High Priestess of the Moon,
whom he had recently slighted do to a misconception about the facts
surrounding a hectic series of events.

Voice of Wisdom: --‘Cause he's a dope. --

Narrator: The stains of this slight were still heavy upon his conscience.

Voice of Wisdom: --‘Cause he's stubborn too. --

Narrator: Lifting his head up high . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --He heard a bird singing in the trees. --

Narrator: Cronnacht proudly strode with firm step to meet the High Priestess.

Voice of Wisdom: --He was quaking in his boots. --

Cronnacht: (Addressing the Narrator and Voice of Wisdom.) Do actually I get to
say anything?

Voice of Wisdom: (Addressing Cronnacht.) Nope.

Cronnacht: (Sighs.) Alright.

Narrator: Ahem. After an arduous journey . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --Consisting of two flights of stairs. --

Narrator: The humble . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --Not that again.--

Narrator: Elfen arrived before the High Priestess' Chamber. He rapped lightly
on the door and was greeted by the gentle . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --What? --

Narrator: Voice of Ibaesha the High Priestess, who bade him enter. Cronnacht
pushed open the door and gracefully. . .

Voice of Wisdom: --He nearly tripped the clod. --

Narrator: Glided into the room. Bending his knee in respect . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --He tripped again. --

(SCENE. The Chamber of the High Priestess. An austere and intimidating
location. Here in the High Priestess of the Coven performs her sacred duties.
Ibaesha flutters here on her faeling wings. She is concerned over Cronnacht's
troubles; yet resolute in her determination to handle what had happened
properly.)

Narrator: Cronnacht prostrated himself before Ibaesha showing her the proper
respect due a High Priestess of the Coven.

Voice of Wisdom: --As I said he tripped, he was examining the floor with his a
very sore nose. --

Narrator: Seeking a balm to calm his trouble thoughts Cronnacht begged the High
Priestess to impart some of her great wisdom to him.

Voice of Wisdom: --He was obnoxious and rude so she beet him about the head
with her broom.--

Narrator: There was heated discussion between them.

Voice of Wisdom: --More pummeling with the broom--.

Narrator: Eventually the High Priestess' keen intellect and thoughtful
compassion . . .

Voice of Wisdom: --Laying it on awful thick aren't we?--

Narrator: --Wouldn't you? She's mean. -- Prevailed and quieted the tumultuous
storm in Cronnacht's head.

Voice of Wisdom: --Hmmm, either he fell asleep or the cob webs shifted in his
noggin. I'm not sure which.--

Narrator. To absolve Cronnacht of his insult, Ibaesha laid a fitting penance
laid upon him.

Voice of Wisdom: -- Huh? She made you hug her and forgave you for being a dolt.
How is that a penance?--

Narrator: --Well I'm not letting anyone know she has a soft side. That broom
hurts!--

Voice of Wisdom: --Smart idea that.--

Narrator: Cronnacht took his leave of the High Priestess and exited her
chambers. His conscience had been cleared although a sense of obligation to
make further amends remained.

Voice of Wisdom: --Rightfully so.--

Narrator: Thus ends our play.

Voice of Wisdom: --A bit anti-climatic of an ending wouldn't you say?--

Cronnacht: (To the Voice of Wisdom.) At least all the jokes weren't at your
expense.

Voice of Wisdom: (To Cronnacht.) You deserved it, besides they were funny.

Cronnacht: (Sighs.)

Narrator: I said we were finished.

Voice of Wisdom: -- But, it makes no sense. What does the title have to do with
the story? Why is he the Dreamer of Dioni? Why did he fall in love with Mother
Moon? --

Narrator: That is for act two.

Voice of Wisdom: --What act two?--

Narrator: THE END!