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Weekend Theme: Characters for an epic tale
In the past few months, as the stress of the real world warred for dominance and control of my brain – sparking creativity in a way I never dreamed possible – I realised that my (fleeting) childhood dream of being a Necromancer has come true.
Let me explain… I have always loved History. It is a passion – a hexerei if you will- that has possessed my soul since long before I could walk.
When I could walk, I had parents who, not guessing history’s hold saw it as a love and nurtured it carefully. Enabling me to indulge in its study at a time when university was not the right of many, but the preserve of the few.
From the Tudor Navy to Nazi Germany (via the Portuguese and Spanish empires; the Civil War Battlefields and Instrument of Government; pre Napoleonic Europe and the dying days of Liberal England) I wandered as a succubus, hungry (like a starveling) for knowledge of: dates and people; culture and trivia.
Having no purpose to this quest
Except for the love of the quest itself!
Desperate to use this study, I went into teaching. Not to teach children; oh good God NO (that joy came later) but to keep history in my world as long as possible.
But History is dead man’s shoes. And so, after 24 years, I moved (reluctantly) across to the poorer relation of the Humanities: English.
And try as you might; fight as hard as you dare… You may take the girl out of History – but you can’t take history out of the girl. It is a life blood; a passion; a need!
Thus enter the Necromancer’s spirits… conjured from a world no sane and stable historian would dare explore. It is too dangerous.
Lloyd George came first. The Dewi would, wouldn’t he? You can’t keep a wizard out of Necromancy…
Then
Later, the nation’s talisman – Churchill – raring for adventure; sensing the possibilities
Posing the one, forbidden question: What if…
I had never been Prime Minister?
A simple incantation
Unleashing such a curse… jinxing the future
Tearing Time asunder… Rending this Holy of Holy’s in twain… Opening such a Pandora’s box of Zauberei
That it took my breath away…
Once in my brain, like all forbidden things, this seed took root and grew with preternatural speed; a glamorous beguiling, diablerie.
Desperate, I encouraged them to tell me their tale.
And
Oh
It has
Been
Gorgeous!
For other takes on this excellent weekend theme from Sidey, click here
More than a Cat 
Wonderful, your characters are becoming old friends
Actually they feel like the uncle – you know the one… Who outstayed his welcome at xmas but is a love nonetheless 🙂
hehe, do you really want them to go?
Err no…. 😉
History is vital. For those who don’t know the past (history) is doomed to repeat it. Good take on this one.
thanks – these guys have been my life saver this year 🙂 The need (even when the “real” events have vanished from our time line) to get the small details right, like the , the layout of Dover Castle, and the guns used by the Kreigsmarine – might be geeky to some but… 🙂