Breataine Bheag Fíor is where I used to call home, in the old tongue. True Wales, to a person like yourself. 

Left my family behind. I had caused enough trouble already, they said. Seemed logical to me ... start a war to help your brother out, couldn't leave him with a broken heart, could I? 

The king, Math, wasn't too happy but three years as a deer, boar then wolf was a little too much, don't you think? 

Went by Gwydion ap Dôn back then ... don't believe me? Look me up in the Fourth Branch of the Mabinogi, if you have an urge, but don't be telling anyone what you find. 

Took to the water, across the sea to Inis Fíor before Math decided on another punishment. 

Went for a few years. Stayed for far too many.