It’s been a while since the Great White Sage has put quill to parchment, so lets begin at the beginning, because that’s a good place to start.

The Gumba has done much, seen much, made new friends and lost some old ones.
Time does not stop, neither does fate. Both ever moving forward, unrelenting, to the end.

SO, where shall we start, family I think, yes lets start there.

Karyn the Procreator, a wild woman, mother of the curmudgeons, keeper of the horses of Antioch, mother to all, keeper of none.
A wild and ominous wind whipped up in the land, an eerie whistle came across the hills. No one knew what it was or what it meant.
In a secluded knoll, across the river, in the land of Antioch, Karyn the Procreator started to get sleepy. The whistle grew in intensity and the wind got more ferocious. Could this be the fulfillment of the prophecy?

Could this be the beginning of the new age, could this be the answer we all have waited and hoped for?
The answer would soon unfold itself to us.

As the wind picked up, the horses of Antioch made their way to the home of Karyn.
As they approached the home, they mulled around and started to form a perimeter around the homestead, seemingly waiting to protect her from something, anything that might hurt her, but why?

As the wind picked up, the whistle sound grew, it grew to a deafening crescendo. The birds flew away, all the animals left in a maddening stampede, all but the horses.
Standing steadfast against the wind and the sound, standing watch, standing guard.

Inside the humble house of Karyn, a bright light appeared before Karyn, who by now was crouched on the floor in sheer terror.
The light was that of the land itself, the land of Antioch, a sprite was its messenger.
The sprite spoke to Karyn and said fears not, for you have been chosen to become something wondrous in the land. You have protected the horses and the land for many a year. You have procreated and filled the land with Curmudgeons. For this we have decided to give you a new life, a life of grandness and leisure.

You will sleep for a while and when you awake you will be transformed into the new you.
As the wind whistled outside, the light grew brighter and Karyn fell asleep.
The light enveloped her and bathed her form in a cocoon of light.

She slept for 7 days; all the while the horses stood watch, ever vigilant, ever stalwart.

After 7 days the wind subsided, the whistle faded and the land became calm. The horses started to whinny, and the birds returned.
Within the house, the light subsided and all became quiet.
The cocoon started to stir from within, a shimmer of light came from within the casing.
A hand slipped forth from the light, reaching upward from the shell, reaching towards the light.

The cocoon shimmied and shook, pieces started to fall away, a light of unbearable brightness shone forth and slowly, ever so slowly, up stood a tall slender, voluptuous woman.

She walked to the door and slowly opened it, it was if the very earth bowed before her, the horses knelt on one knee and the birds flew in a circle.

Today was born a champion of the earth, a champion of all that was good in the world.

Today was born a warrior woman, protector of animals, and protector of the winds.

No longer shall she be known as Karyn the procreator, for today was born:

Kareen the protectorate, champion of all that needs protecting.

All Hail Kareen.

Huzzah to the Immortals and all that call them family.