My Mother told me the following when I was still small...
"I met the Rajj, your Father, during a time when he would spend day and night in front of the Howling Gates, either meditating, or telling stories to those who wished to learn. I was drawn to him by his stories, I would spend countless hours lingering near him, hoping to hear more of what he have to say. Then came the prophecy..."
My Mother had memorised the words of the prophecy, and repeated them to me, but I can no longer recall what they were. In anycase, it was how her life became bound to my Father's.
"One I will enslave, he