Time is an interesting construct, as children we always run towards the future, always wanting to grow up, to be someone without thinking of how important is the road itself. When the end is in our sight we realize how much we spent our lives without appreciating the journey itself. At last we want to live, we tell our children of the sins of our past in hope they will not do the same, ever so ignorant in their youth.
Thus I am etching my life on paper, not as a simple lesson for our children but for memory. I will write about the past, my past and how I lived and fought with him.
Today his deeds and life are the stories of legends. His birth an act of magic, his death postponed promising to return to us as a messiah in order to save us. All of us know the tale of Arthur and his knights, his adventures, the sword and the Grail. Betrayal is what love gifted him in the prime of his life sing the bards without knowing the truth. Many names of the past are now forgotten and I feel, I know what I must do.
Their deeds are also to be remembered in order to do them justice and to reclaim their lost legacy from the void of time. I will do my best in order for the past to live again through the mirror of my life.
While I walk the streets as an old man, even my life has been tarnished by legend, people believe I was born of a demon or demoness. I bore many names warlock, mage, pagan, Ambrosius, Myrddin, Merlin.
For you to understand how this all began, I will tell you a tale of endings in order to understand the beginning. Years after the foreigners and their sun drenched gods left Britain, my home became witness to conflict again this time it was brother against brother fighting over a country already besieged at its borders by other enemies waiting like crows for an easy meal.
I was born during this turmoil, another soul condemned to suffer by the sins of the fathers, yet fate had different plans and I was to play the pawn.