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'The Druids' Artist: JuliaTar
The Druids – Bringing in the Mistletoe, 1890
Artists: George Henry & Edward Atkinson Hornel
Julia Tar, The Druids
Merlin fans!
What songs make you think of Modern Merlin/Merlin Reincarnation fics.
Leave suggestions with artists down in the comments down below.
Especially if said songs could be taken as platonic!
Girlie here needs some musicial inspiration for her modern Merlin series.
Songs I got so far:
"The one that got away" by Katy Perry.
"You got a friend in me" by Randy Newman.
"I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young.
"See You Again" by Wiz Khalifa.
"Castle on the Hill" by Ed Sheeran.
"Don't You Worry Child" by Swedish House Mafia.
"I Lived" by OneRepublic.
"Brother" by Kodaline.
"Centuries" by Fall Out Boy.
"Time is an Illusion" by Rebecca Sugar.
"I Remember You" by Rebecca Sugar.
"A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri.
"Coming Home" by Diddy.
"Stressed Out" by Twenty One Pilots.
"Dead Hearts" by Stars.
"House of Memories" by Panic! at the Disco.
"Counting Stars" by OneRepublic.
"Warriors" by Imagine Dragons.
"Thnks fr th Mmrs" by Fall Out Boy.
"Long Live" by Taylor Swift.
Enjoy this Modern Merlin fic regarding Will I wrote:
William of Ealdor No More.
George Henry & Edward Atkinson Hornel, The Druids – Bringing in the Mistletoe, 1890
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My husband used pharmacy grade injected and/or infused mistletoe in the last several years of his life to treat advanced cancer. It surely gave him at least one and almost two extra "good" years. What is a good year? Maybe a good year is a year that gives you hope that your end can be postponed or made less terrible. More time. Most good stuff.
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“So simple is the heart of man So ready for new hope and joy; Ten thousand years since it began Have left it younger than a boy.
Stopford A. Brooke, The Earth and Man” ― Sophie Cornish, Druids
Should I write this?
Lance crawled towards his gun, he had to get to it before the galra attacked him again. He was done with the Galra, he didn't know why he had agreed to help them in the first place.
He was Altean sure but that didn't mean that he had to help those who had wiped out his race, no matter if they offered him safetly or threatened him.
Ryner, the galra who was supposed to be watching him, ran at Lance again. "You will never leave, Allance," Ryner yelled. God, Lance really hated Ryner.
"Quiznak you!" Lance yelled back finally raising his gun and aiming it at Ryner.
"It's no use," Ryner said, "The Druids will be here soon. You better give up now, I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."
Lance refused to rise to the bait, once that may have worked but now all it did was make him angry. He had been tortured, experimented on, and used by the Druids, not anymore though, not anymore.
So this is an idea that popped into my mind, let me know if anyone would be interested in me writing the full thing. It would probably be one or two chapters.
Does the moon at any point sway any of your wip?
Not really…
There are a couple of myths about the moon though!
One Druidic myth tells the story of why the moon is partially deformed.
Druidic Folk tales
The story goes that the goddess of the moon was watching over the mortal lands by night when she spotted a young woman watching the night sky from one of her temples.
The next night the girl returned with rich sacrifices of precious gems and perfumes and laying them on the altar, she again watched the moon as it passed through the night sky.
Every night the girl returned until the goddess was overtaken with curiosity. She took the form of a young woman and approached the temple to speak with the girl.
The girl greeted her kindly despite her disguise as the goddess sat beside her at the altar.
‘Why do you praise the goddess of the moon so?’ The hidden goddess asked.
The girl thought for a moment ‘I have been told by my village that I will never see the gods, that they do not heed our sacrifices. They are wrong, I will prove that there are rewards for my piety.’
‘And so you shall’ The goddess said shedding her disguise and appearing before her, eyes blazing with silver light and skin as grey and pale as the moon. ‘What would ask of me, most honoured?’
The girl’s eyes widened and she bowed before her goddess. ‘My lady, you would offer me anything?’
‘Anything in my power. I swear it.’
The girl looked up. ‘Give me a piece of the moon that I may control it across the sky. That all may see it and know that I have pleased you.’
The goddess took a step back. ‘My child, I have sworn to give you whatever you ask, but I beg you to reconsider. Whatever earthly power you have, the moon is too far, and it’s pull to great for a mortal to control.’
‘No’ The girl replied. ‘I can guide it. You gave your word.’
The goddess cried for the girl but split off a section of the moon to fulfil the promise.
‘Here. You must guide it through the sky. Follow my path.’
The girl looked up eagerly and pulled all of the power of the earth to her to control the far off piece of rock.
At first her magic held. Mapping a straight line through the heavens.
The mortals of her village watched in awe as the small second moon traced a true path above them. They all praised the girl, saying ‘She has gained the favour of a god! Surely her piety has done her service!’
But as time passed, the girl tired. The moon was too far and its pull was too great. She felt the reserves of magic around her growing faint, and in fear and exhaustion she pushed the rock too far and it began to spiral off the route.
To right the mistake, she pulled the rock too hard and it began to fall.
By this time the girl was too weak to readjust the course and she watched as the stone plummeted from the heavens, catching fire as it flew.
And in the last moments, the girl knew she had asked for too much. She begged the moon goddess to take back her gift, but the goddess was bound by her oath.
The moon turned its face away from the girl as the meteor hit the earth, killing her.
The rock that this tale is attributed to is now overgrown with ivy and vines that reach up to the nearby trees.
They say that is the girl, still reaching for the sky unaware she is bound by her form.
Now while this may be an embellishment of a piece of space rock hitting the moon during a crescent moon, and one of those fragments not burning up in the atmosphere, it was an honest tale of hamartia and piety for the druids long before the dissolution.
I hope you enjoyed the story.