It is hard to remember that they were people, once. Real people. Imagine that.
People with families, with loves, with small issues; people who would twist ankles, have meals, swear when they burned their fingers, and prayed to their gods, be they pagan or Christian.
So almost banal: three small children lined up on their knees, praying in Latin. A woman with her semi-secret lover, a priest. Drunk confessions among a convoluted group of friends, lovers and exes that just happened to throw the wrong two people in together, and broke the circle of easy friendship and long-supressed longing forever. Many lives touching in a web, with a few brilliant individuals as the hub nodes that held them together. This is the stuff that our lives are made of, each and every one.
This is the stuff legends are made of. When you add the names, Mordred, Morgan, Merlin, they become distorted in the blind mirror of the milennia, of the countless retellings, of history and myth and debate, of awe and parody. But truly, if you'd been there with them, you'd have heard tales of woe, of sudden shock, of quiet unhappiness and stunning turnabouts not much different to what you hear from your friends every day.
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People with families, with loves, with small issues; people who would twist ankles, have meals, swear when they burned their fingers, and prayed to their gods, be they pagan or Christian.
So almost banal: three small children lined up on their knees, praying in Latin. A woman with her semi-secret lover, a priest. Drunk confessions among a convoluted group of friends, lovers and exes that just happened to throw the wrong two people in together, and broke the circle of easy friendship and long-supressed longing forever. Many lives touching in a web, with a few brilliant individuals as the hub nodes that held them together. This is the stuff that our lives are made of, each and every one.
This is the stuff legends are made of. When you add the names, Mordred, Morgan, Merlin, they become distorted in the blind mirror of the milennia, of the countless retellings, of history and myth and debate, of awe and parody. But truly, if you'd been there with them, you'd have heard tales of woe, of sudden shock, of quiet unhappiness and stunning turnabouts not much different to what you hear from your friends every day.