A.D. 462 Cyr Myrddin, the Coming of Age of Merlin -Merlin
"To truly set out, there must be no ties to the past, no tether that marks a
boundary of my wandering, even though that chain be golden and fine as
gossamer. It will be another that returns as me. I can make no promises;
this is best."
"To truly set out, there must be no ties to the past, no tether that marks a
boundary of my wandering, even though that chain be golden and fine as
gossamer. It will be another that returns as me. I can make no promises;
this is best."
Kongerikit Norge A.D. 994 Viking, Killing the Young -Viking
"Through the cold days and icy nights, the furs he wore became more like his
own thickening skin, the animals that once owned them reclaiming their spirit in
his. When at night he stopped in the bright moonlight to drink from the still pool
of a stream, he saw in the water a face more animal than human. It was an animal
he knew, one he had kept at bay all his life but now was growing stronger within
him."
"Through the cold days and icy nights, the furs he wore became more like his
own thickening skin, the animals that once owned them reclaiming their spirit in
his. When at night he stopped in the bright moonlight to drink from the still pool
of a stream, he saw in the water a face more animal than human. It was an animal
he knew, one he had kept at bay all his life but now was growing stronger within
him."
A.D. 488 Chronicles of the King, the Coming of the Bear -King Arthur
"Red sweords break the dawn - the heavens must soon protest. Fortnight by
fortnight the swollen river rages redder, blights the land that bore it. No crop
escapes fyr, no village, sweord. Who is conquered? Who victorious?" Killing,
we find our death. Attacking their homeland, ours is laid waste. Fallen children,
how many? Women dead, who yet counts the number?"
"Red sweords break the dawn - the heavens must soon protest. Fortnight by
fortnight the swollen river rages redder, blights the land that bore it. No crop
escapes fyr, no village, sweord. Who is conquered? Who victorious?" Killing,
we find our death. Attacking their homeland, ours is laid waste. Fallen children,
how many? Women dead, who yet counts the number?"
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