lunes, 9 de diciembre de 2013
" He is the High Druid of Britain. Alive when Claudius landed on Britain's shores. An advisor to Boudicca when she challenged the Romans. Alive when the Romans massacred the druids at Ynys Mon. Alive when Vortigern ventured north with mercenaries to destroy the Picts. Alive when Uther's bastard was begat by Ygraine. He lives still. This is his world. It is made of the breath, scales and bones of the Great Red Dragon. It flows through him, and he is Britain. He has walked with gods and counselled them. The ancestors revere and respect his presence. The Saxons tremble at his name.
He is Merlin.