Northern Britannia - 4th Century CE. A young man stumbles upon a mysterious hedgerow which seems to encircle a large area in the midst of a seemingly desolate part of an open, green plain. His confusion was peaked by this discovery as his previous understanding of his homeland, upon which he stood, hadn't ever contained such an anomaly. As he allowed his curiosity to eclipse his pronounced disbelief, he began to explore the perimeter of the large, perfectly manicured hedgerow to find very quickly that it lacked an obvious entrance point. Luckily, the tenacious man was armed with a broadsword which he quickly drew and commenced to cutting a large hole in the dense foliage. As he broke through the three-foot-thick barrier, he was astonished to find himself face to face against a large green wall. As he gained a better perspective on what he had discovered, he found to his amazement that he had laid his eyes not upon a wall but a gargantuan steppe pyramid who's walls were adorned with a thick covering of moss.
As I lay in trance, having begun a hypnosis session under the pretense of discovering a wall which stood between my healing and I, I quickly found that I had unwittingly entered a past life. It was now apparent to me that my fantastical galavanting as a knight in medieval times which occupied my time as a young boy proved to be a vestige of a previous incarnation spent as a Celt in ancient Britain. His name was Teuto, a name which denoted strength and leadership, a royal name, short for Teutorigos, which would later evolve into the surname Tudor, a renowned english lineage. Feeling as though a piece of my own lineage had fallen into alignment, I smiled contently and proceeded to climb the mystical pyramid in my Inner World.
His arms outstretched to their extent, Teuto could barely reach the ledge atop the first steppe. He hoisted himself up and balanced himself upon the soft floor. Just six more, he thought as he looked up, barely able to make out the top of the structure against the backdrop of an intense afternoon sun. As his gaze adjusted, he noticed that the bright glare which had temporarily obfuscated his vision was not a product of the sun itself but that, curiously, the pyramid seemed to produce its own light from atop the apex. He continued his vertical trek and upon having reached the final layer just below the peak, the object of his fascination came into focus. Before him burned the large effigy of a bright golden eagle with outstretched wings. A statue, larger than him, with the profound appearance of regality in the highest degree. He had never observed such a powerful image, and he stumbled backward in astonishment, almost loosing his footing at the edge. He caught himself, and involuntarily bowed before the great eagle in obsequiousness.
The internal image was so powerful and I felt a look of astonishment cross my face. I knew at that moment that this figure would become a great source of wisdom if only I could communicate with it. I was then urged to speak with it by the Alchemist leading the session.
Teuto then began a great dialogue with the eagle. Sigil was his name, and it was explained that the eagle image he so proudly embodied had been robbed long ago by the corrupted nation of Rome. He elucidated that the marauding hordes of armor-clad centurions which had swept through the mainland of Europe like a plague of locusts were doing so to spread a dark network of control. They systematically created consternation and conflict to separate groups of men from one another. If men were separate and hopeless, they were more easily controlled. He went on to explain that the eagle symbol was at one point a symbol of hope and limitlessness; a symbol that underlined the indomitable nature of the human spirit. As such, Sigil chose his name to emphasize the dark intentions that have perverted his once pure image; and the perverts were at the heart of an ostensible governing body that, beneath its honorable visage, are steeped in world dominatio