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…
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.
For other takes on this excellent weekend theme from Sidey, click here
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… 🙂