Talk about your Hero. (SOM#4)
Feb. 15th, 2022 07:16 pm"I sing of Meleager The Mighty, the man who saved my village. A man nearly wrongfully convicted to execution.
You would think I would talk about Xena, which I would. But I write of her in every other scroll I make. Today I want to dedicate a scroll to a dear friend. These days I've been ruminating about that dear old friend of mine that even wrote me in his testatement before his botched execution. When I met him, he was a man carrying the weight of his lifestyle on his shoulders, slowly succumbing to it. A good for nothing alcoholic, I thought, but the more I got to know him, the more I learned of the famed Hero.
But I looked beyond his habits and actually learned of the man behind the legend. A man of good heart, bravery and skills to boot. His history, his deeds, speak heights of him enough, but to truly be able to meet him was an honor I will never forget. To be able to help him at least try to fight back his urges to drink, or inspire him to do so, was an honor. He saw me as his daughter, a daughter that he could never have. I assume because of the lifestyle he led, or who knows.
But now, after my twenty-five year sleep... I fear that he might no longer be with us. If he died before I hibernated or after is irrelevant, as I know now that he would have not survived this long, being as old as he already was. I don't know where he may be buried, if there's a statue in his honor or the sorts, but I would like to go there to pay my respects.
For today I honor an old friend from where I sit writing, and hope that he had passed away peacefully and proud of the life he lived."
You would think I would talk about Xena, which I would. But I write of her in every other scroll I make. Today I want to dedicate a scroll to a dear friend. These days I've been ruminating about that dear old friend of mine that even wrote me in his testatement before his botched execution. When I met him, he was a man carrying the weight of his lifestyle on his shoulders, slowly succumbing to it. A good for nothing alcoholic, I thought, but the more I got to know him, the more I learned of the famed Hero.
But I looked beyond his habits and actually learned of the man behind the legend. A man of good heart, bravery and skills to boot. His history, his deeds, speak heights of him enough, but to truly be able to meet him was an honor I will never forget. To be able to help him at least try to fight back his urges to drink, or inspire him to do so, was an honor. He saw me as his daughter, a daughter that he could never have. I assume because of the lifestyle he led, or who knows.
But now, after my twenty-five year sleep... I fear that he might no longer be with us. If he died before I hibernated or after is irrelevant, as I know now that he would have not survived this long, being as old as he already was. I don't know where he may be buried, if there's a statue in his honor or the sorts, but I would like to go there to pay my respects.
For today I honor an old friend from where I sit writing, and hope that he had passed away peacefully and proud of the life he lived."